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_He shoved the Walther into his belt and dove into the swell, the cold
waters crashing against his face. The _Odyssey II _was reduced to
debris. His labor of love, half a year's work, all evaporated in an
instant. The Zen masters were right: never get attached to physical
things.
He avoided the deadly shards of wood, then seized onto a section of the
mast that had blown in his direction. The Hind was banking and turning
now, assuming a heading due south. That, he realized, was the direction
of Andikythera, site of SatCom's new complex. Was it their next target?
That didn't make any sense. Bill's project was commercial; it had no
military value. Or at least none he could imagine.
But now he had only one thing on his mind. He secured his life vest
tighter and held on to the mast, the salty Aegean in his face. The
current was taking him due south, the same direction the chopper had
headed.