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Storm had just stepped into the head when Commander Marcum beeped him on the communicator system. Grumbling, he secured his pants and hit the switch at his belt.

‘What is it?’

‘Storm, we have an SOS from a merchant ship about ten miles from Boosaaso on the Somalian coast,’ said the ship’s captain. ‘They said they were under attack. The radio seems to have gone dead. Seaman who monitored the call couldn’t tell if it was real or not. I suspect a trap. Eyes isn’t sure. He’s working on it.’

‘What’s the ship?’

‘The Adak. It’s out of Greece. This wouldn’t fit with the normal pattern of attacks. It’s back to the south a bit quicker than they normally move.’

Which, to Storm’s way of thinking, made it all the more likely to be exactly that: an attack.

Boosaaso was a tiny port at the north of Somalia; there was a small airport near the city. They were a good two hours away from the area.

‘I’ll be in the Tactical Center in a minute,’ Storm said. ‘Have Eyes rally one of the Shark Boats; keep the others in reserve in case it’s a decoy. If the Adak sends another SOS, don’t radio back. I don’t want to tip off anyone who’s listening that we’re on our way.’

‘Aye aye, Cap.’