Free Hell Ship by David Wood Page A

Navy—wanted him found. Bones and Willis stayed behind in the Philippines to resume exploring the wreck, only this time instead of diving, they would be using a remotely operated vehicle, equipped with a camera and a metal detector, provided of course that they could secure such a unique piece of high tech equipment.
    Bones had made a few discreet inquiries and a meet ing had been arranged at a bar near the port. With a little luck and a lot of discretionary funding, they would get the ROV, find the remains of the much sought after Hancock, and return for that long postponed victory drink.
    Still…one more now couldn’t hurt, right? He waved to the bartender and nodded.
    “You the guy looking for a ROV ?”
    The high -pitched voice came from beside him but when he turned to look he saw no one.
    “Down here?”
    He lowered his gaze about forty-five degrees and saw her; a slight figure, five feet tall if she stood on her tiptoes and perhaps ninety pounds if soaking wet and wearing winter clothes. She wasn’t wearing winter clothes now however, just a grubby T-shirt and cut off denim shorts that showed off a lot more of her chestnut skin than was concealed. Her short black hair framed a pixie-like face that was cute in a juvenile way.
    He found himself momentarily at a loss for words.
    “You wanted to rent my ROV, right?” she repeated. She spoke clear English, but with a sing-song Filipino accent.
    “I…uh… I wanted to rent a ROV.”
    “Cool, because it just so happens that I’ve got a ROV.” She hoisted herself onto the barstool next to him. “Buy a girl a drink?”
    “A girl,” he echoed, still a little tongue-tied.
    “Oh, for Pete’s sake, I’m twenty-two. Never mind.” She reached over, grabbed the bottle that the bartender had just set before Bones, and knocked it back.
    Bones shook his head and found his voice. “Slow down, little one. A lightweight like you should pace herself.”
    She slammed the half-empty bottle down on the bar. “Lightweight? I’m a university student. Binge drinking is practically part of the curriculum.”
    “ A student? Back up. I thought you said you had an ROV for rent?”
    “That’s right.” She stuck out a hand. “Gabrielle Sandoval. Call me Gabby; everyone does.”
    Her proffered hand disappeared inside Bones’ massive paw, but he gave her fingers a gentle squeeze. “I’m Bones. Call me Bones, everyone does. So, how did you recognize me?”
    “You kind of stand out in a crowd, Bones. Literally.”
    He accepted that with a nod. “ Tell me about your ROV.”
    “I call her ‘ Baby ;’ built her from a Sea Perch platform. She’s good to three hundred meters, with a five hundred meter tether which will allow for plenty of maneuverability. She’s a workhorse. I built her for my research, but sometimes we rent out for odd jobs. I designed her to be a multi-purpose instrument platform; plug and play, as it were. Speaking of which, what kind of instrument package are we talking about here?”
    “Metal detector.”
    “Ah.” Gabby’s smile was both knowing and accusatory. “So you’re a treasure hunter.”
    “No. I—”
    “Hey, I don’t judge. As long as you pay up front and don’t ask me to do anything illegal, I’m your girl.”
    “Nothing like that ,” Bones assured her. “And I’m not a treasure hunter. I just don’t want to call a lot of attention to what I’m looking for.”
    “It’ s your money. Besides, treasure hunting sounds like a lot of fun. When do we start?”
    “We?”
    “ Baby and I are a package deal. She’s the Remotely Operated Vehicle, and I’m the remote operator.”
    Bones frowned. He didn’t want to involve a civilian, especially not when there was a good chance of another attack from the mercenary thugs, but time was of the essence. They needed to get back on the site, ASAP. “This won’t exactly be a pleasure cruise. Rough accommodations. Lousy food. And the company won’t be so great; me and one other guy, and