Flood Tide (Dirk Pitt, No. 14)
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AN UNDERWATER GRAVEYARD IN THE PACIFIC NORTHWEST...A MYSTERIOUS SEAPORT IN THE LOUISIANA BAYOUS...A DIABOLICAL PLOT TO DESTROY AMERICA!
When NUMA agent DIRK PITT® rescues a beautiful undercover agent in a daring underwater operation at Orion Lake, just north of Seattle, he confronts a sinister network run by Qin Shang, a ruthless smuggler who sells Chinese immigrants into slavery. Shang's campaign contributions have bought him a collection of powerful U.S. politicians, but Pitt is not a man to be subverted by politics. As he moves to probe Shang's mystifying seaport in the Louisiana bayous, his investigation involves him in an adrenaline-pumped race up the Mississippi River and a desperate dash to recover sunken Chinese treasures lost half a century before. And in Qin Shang, Pitt faces ones of his most formidable foes -- a madman bent on killing thousands of innocent civilians with a catastrophic surge of mass destruction.
as Pitt but with a slight paunch at the waist that comes to most all men as they age. "There may be bloodshed. I can't allow civilians to get hurt, and certainly not you, Mr. Pitt, not the son of a United States senator. I don't need the hassle. If my men can't stop the ship, I'll order them to run it ashore." "Is that your only plan after the ship is secured?" asked Pitt. "How else do you stop a vessel the size of the Empire State Building?" "The length of the United States is more than the
sucked in his breath, a fear rising inside him. "You are also searching for her?" "Oh, no, no, no," Perlmutter said carelessly. "I have no interest in the ship whatsoever. But while researching another lost ship, a missing Great Lakes car ferry, I ran across a document by a ship's engineer, since deceased, that told of a harrowing experience while he served on board the Princess Dou Wan." "You found a survivor?" asked Zhu Kwan, unable to believe his luck. "His name is lan Gallagher. His
he had no desire to repeat the events. Tormented, struggling and dying with no one near him to see except his most vicious enemy was not what Pitt had in mind. Pitt longed to drive the Newtsuit forward, using his own manipulator pincers to smash Qin Shang's viewing window of the submersible, but they were too short and would have easily been knocked away by the arms on the submersible. Also, an aggressive attack was not part of his plan. He looked into the twin jaws of death, saw the evil leer
involuntarily blinked. The President's grip was anything but hardy, not what he expected from a politician who pressed flesh year in and year out. "Mr. President. I hope this will be only the first of many times we meet face-to-face." "I expect so, since the prognosis for my predecessor is not good for a full recovery." "I'm sorry to hear it. He is a good man." Wallace did not reply. He merely nodded at Gunn, acknowledging his presence, as Laird continued playing host. The chief of staff took
held tight. Instead of an attractive nurse to bandage his hip wound, his luck of the draw was the ship's quartermaster or mistress (her actual title in Cabrillo's corporate structure was supply and logistics coordinator), who stood six feet and weighed two hundred pounds if she weighed an ounce. Her name was Monica Crabtree, and she was as bright and resourceful as they came. After she finished, she gave Pitt a slap on his exposed tail. "All finished. And may I say that you've got a nice set of