Sea of Death

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Special thanks to Steven Kram and Chris Godsick of the William Morris Agency, and Captain Michael T. Sherman, U.S. Navy, for their guidance and inspiration.

The author would also like to acknowledge the invaluable assistance of Karen Launsby, head librarian of the Incarnate Word Hospital, St. Louis, Missouri, who helped unravel the mysteries of Bacillus anthracis.

A single narrow footpath led down to the beach. In the gathering darkness. Airman First Class Vie Taylor initiated his patrol with a minimum of enthusiasm. As far ashe was concerned, he had already done his day’s work for Uncle Sam, in the form of his regular, nine-hour duty stint. This current assignment was beyond the call of duty. Yet since he lacked the nerve to express his displeasure directly to Sergeant Hawkins, there was nothing he could do about it but count the hours left until his relief arrived.

The sound of crashing surf came from nearby, and the tall, muscular Texan looked toward the sea. The ocean was unusually calm. Lit by the last glow of twilight, this portion of the East China Sea had a mirrorlike sheen to it. The deep green of the water was interspersed with a set of evenly spaced, frothing-white breakers. Its call was almost hypnotic, and Taylor inhaled a deep breath of clean air, ripe with the scent of nutrient-filled waters.

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