Page 52 of Hidden Depths
Another man nodded.
"Good."
"What about the SEALs?"
The first man looked back toward the distant white yacht.
"They don't know we're here."
He smiled coldly.
"They're still on vacation."
10
Ben
Most people looked at the ocean.
I looked past it.
Years of operating in places where one mistake got people killed had changed the way my brain worked.
You didn't stop noticing things.
You simply learned to do it without anyone realizing you were watching.
I rested my forearms on the rail as Sea Whisper cut smoothly through the Pacific.
To anyone watching...
I was enjoying another beautiful afternoon.
In reality...
I was counting.
One fishing trawler.
Three seabirds circling.
A cargo ship nearly fifteen miles east.
Wind increasing slightly from the northwest.
Nothing unusual.
Except...
The fishing trawler.
Again.
I'd seen her yesterday.
Different position.
Same distance.
