{"product_id":"clive-cusslers-hellburner-isbn-9780593635292","title":"Clive Cussler's Hellburner","description":"\u003cb\u003eJuan Cabrillo and the crew of the \u003ci\u003eOregon\u003c\/i\u003e must track down a nuclear torpedo before it unleashes World War III in this electrifying installment of the #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling series.\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    When Juan Cabrillo fails to capture the leader of Mexico’s most dangerous drug cartel and loses an \u003ci\u003eOregon\u003c\/i\u003e crew member in the process, he’s determined to get revenge. Little does he know that the explosion he just narrowly escaped was merely the latest flash of violence from a machine of war that has existed for decades, dating from the bloodiest episode in Armenia’s history.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    Cabrillo’s Corporation of mercenaries may have finally met its match in The Pipeline—a criminal syndicate passed down from father to son across generations. A group that sits with its finger on the trigger of a torpedo so deadly it could level entire cities. With millions of innocent civilians hanging in the balance, the \u003ci\u003eOregon\u003c\/i\u003e’s crew must unravel a tangle of drug-smuggling routes and international conspiracies spanning from the Aegean Sea to the Indian Ocean, putting their lives on the line to find the weapon before its countdown hits zero.“A series of twists keeps the book racing ahead. Cussler fans won’t be disappointed.” \u003cb\u003e—\u003c\/b\u003e\u003ci\u003e\u003cb\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/b\u003e\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fast-moving…and fun.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003eKirkus Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eClive Cussler\u003c\/b\u003e was the author of more than eighty books in five bestselling series, including Dirk Pitt®, NUMA Files®, \u003ci\u003eOregon\u003c\/i\u003e Files®, Isaac Bell®, and Sam and Remi Fargo®. His life nearly paralleled that of his hero Dirk Pitt. Whether searching for lost aircraft or leading expeditions to find famous shipwrecks, he and his NUMA crew of volunteers discovered and surveyed more than seventy-five lost ships of historic significance, including the long-lost Civil War submarine \u003ci\u003eHunley\u003c\/i\u003e, which was raised in 2000 with much publicity. Like Pitt, Cussler collected classic automobiles. His collection featured more than one hundred examples of custom coachwork. Cussler passed away in February 2020.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eMike Maden\u003c\/b\u003e is the author of the critically acclaimed Drone series and four novels in Tom Clancy’s #1 \u003ci\u003eNew York Times\u003c\/i\u003e bestselling Jack Ryan Jr. series. He holds both a master’s and Ph.D. in political science from the University of California at Davis, specializing in international relations and comparative politics. He has lectured and consulted on the topics of war and the Middle East, among others. Maden has served as a political consultant and campaign manager in state and national elections, and hosted his own local weekly radio show.\u003cb\u003e1\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003eThe North Atlantic Ocean\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e180 miles off the coast of Suriname\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat's his third course correction, sir,\" Santos said. \"There's no doubt he's chasing us.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCaptain Calvera heard the tension in his first officer's voice. They were both hovering over a military-grade electronics suite-something his commercial fishing trawler \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente\u003c\/i\u003e shouldn't have but did.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera stood scratching his beard, a nervous habit. It didn't make any sense. According to the automated identification signal, they were being chased by an Indonesian-flagged vessel, the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat\u003c\/i\u003e, a 590-foot break-bulk carrier scheduled to arrive in Caracas in two days. Santos had examined its shipping records. The unremarkable cargo ship had been built in 1971 and had exchanged ownership at least thirteen times over the decades, most recently a month ago. Judging by its Vesseltracker photo, it was a floating wreck. Its hull, bridge and cranes were streaked with rust and grime. It was better suited for a trip to the breaker yard than sailing the open water.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe slow-moving vessel hadn't caught anyone's attention over the last few days, but Santos had programmed their search radar to pick up on behavioral anomalies. Three hours ago, the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat \u003c\/i\u003etriggered an alarm and Calvera initiated course corrections to see if the radar's warning software had made a mistake.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIt hadn't.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eStranger still, the Sungu Barat was over twice the length and double the weight of El Valiente and yet the broken-down cargo ship not only kept pace but was actually gaining on them. Now it was just a little over two kilometers behind and closing in.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Who do you think it is?\" Santos asked.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Your guess is as good as mine. If anything, I'd say it might be pirates.\" But even as he said it, Calvera shook his head in disbelief. \"But sailing an old rust bucket like that? I doubt it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What do you want to do, sir?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera frowned, thinking. There were only three choices ever available to a captain in his position: run, hide or fight. \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente \u003c\/i\u003ewas indeed a commercial fishing vessel, but it had been modified to function as a covert smuggler. He and his crew had spent years perfecting the art of hiding in plain sight, plying the fishing waters and port cities of the Atlantic and Mediterranean for over half a decade. Not being noticed was their first and best defense.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eApparently, the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat \u003c\/i\u003ehad breached that first defense. Now the options were either to run or fight. His eyes quickly scanned the radar screen again. They were the only two ships within five hundred kilometers, which meant they had this patch of the ocean all to themselves. A gun battle wouldn't be noticed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera's inclination was to attack, but as his grandfather taught him, it was always better to defeat an enemy without actually fighting him. It was a lesson the old man learned as a young guerrilla alongside Che and Fidel in the Sierra Maestra mountains over sixty years ago. While they may be far out at sea, there was always the chance that if Calvera overplayed his hand, the authorities might be alerted. Better to play it safe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe turned to the ship's helmsman. \"Rico, full speed ahead.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\"A la orden, mi capitán.\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe helmsman advanced the throttle. The ship's massive diesel engine roared to life. While the trawler normally cruised at eleven knots, its top speed was rated at seventeen. But with the specially modified engine fitted for just such an occasion, \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente\u003c\/i\u003e accelerated to an incredible thirty. The entire vessel thrummed with the vibrations of the racing pistons now hammering belowdecks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe sudden increase in speed brought a smile to everyone on the bridge, including Santos, still hovering over the radarscope. Calvera knew that showing such speed ruined the illusion that \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente \u003c\/i\u003ewas a mere fishing trawler, but shaking off this biting tick from the back of his neck was worth it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Captain, we caught her flat-footed,\" Santos said. \"We're pulling away.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Excellent.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera crossed over to Rico and clapped a hand on his shoulder. The young helmsman was grinning ear to ear with pride in his vessel and his captain. They would put plenty of distance between themselves and the old junker within minutes.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Captain. She's closing on us-fast.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera charged back over to the radar station. He couldn't believe his eyes. The \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat \u003c\/i\u003ewas making over sixty knots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eSixty knots!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Check your radar, Santos. There must be something wrong with it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I ran a complete diagnostic earlier. Everything is in working condition.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It's not possible.\" Calvera's face darkened. \"And yet, there it is.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe two men exchanged worried glances.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You know what's at stake.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSantos nodded.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA vein throbbed on Calvera's forehead. He had a young wife and several children. So did Santos and the other officers. It was one of the reasons they had been recruited into the organization. If they were boarded and their cargo seized, not only would they be killed but their entire families would be wiped out.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFailure was not an option.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSantos saw the flashing comms light. He pulled on his earphones and tapped a button. A moment later, he glanced up at Calvera.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Captain, we're receiving a message from the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat\u003c\/i\u003e. Their captain wants to speak with you.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera nodded. \"Put him on speaker.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSantos flipped the toggle switch.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This is Capitan Calvera of \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente\u003c\/i\u003e. We are a flagged ship of the sovereign nation of Argentina sailing lawfully in international waters. Who are you and why are you pursuing us with the intention of harm?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"This is Captain Jorge Soto on the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat\u003c\/i\u003e. We have no intention of harming you. But you are ordered to shut down your engines and allow us to board and inspect you for contraband cargo.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Under color of what authority?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"International maritime law.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"In other words, you have no authority, Capitan Soto. That means you are a pirate, and piracy is a violation of international law. We will not allow you to board us.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"If you say we are pirates, call the Suriname Coast Guard and report us, Captain Calvera. Go ahead. I'll wait.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat \u003ci\u003ependejo \u003c\/i\u003ecaptain called his bluff, Calvera thought. They both knew he couldn't call the Coast Guard. That would be even worse than letting this pirate Soto on board. He signaled to Santos with a finger across his neck to kill the call.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eNow what?\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Evasive maneuvers, Captain?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera stood, tugging at his beard. \"No. Keep a steady course.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Sir?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Do it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"At this rate of speed, they'll overtake us in less than two minutes.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera's eyes narrowed, focused on a bead of sweat glistening on his first officer's forehead. \"My math skills are equal to yours, Santos.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003e\"Mis disculpas, mi capitán.\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera checked his watch, his father's vintage Rolex Submariner. He called over his shoulder to the weapons officer. \"Valent’n, ready number one.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eValent’n nodded grimly. \u003ci\u003e\"A la orden, mi capitán.\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera's watch hand swept toward thirty seconds. \"Distance and location?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Five hundred meters, directly astern.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera's eyes remained fixed on his watch. He was doing the calculations in his mind, a more reliable instrument than any computer.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Valentin...ready-now!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe weapons officer slapped a button. Three mines were released beneath \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente's\u003c\/i\u003e hull, deployed directly in the path of the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat\u003c\/i\u003e.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera stepped outside onto the bridgewing and raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes. The frothing white wake from his churning propeller drew a straight line to the bow of the distant freighter like a tracer round to its target.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSantos called out the seconds before impact with the first mine.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Five...four...three...\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera grinned.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eAny moment now.\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Captain!\" Santos shouted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe didn't have to say a word. What Santos saw on his radar screen Calvera witnessed with his own bulging eyes. His jaw dropped.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat\u003c\/i\u003e suddenly shifted ninety degrees to his port.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003ci\u003eImpossible!\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera's heart pounded. In all his years at sea, he'd never seen anything like it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Fire the mines!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eValentin hit the remote trigger. Three towering geysers erupted harmlessly to the Sungu Barat's starboard as it veered away.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe violence of the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat's\u003c\/i\u003e sudden shift sent water crashing over its high deck like a rogue wave. The ship rolled steeply with the impact, then righted itself and resumed its forward speed. But now it was running three hundred meters parallel to Calvera's course to avoid future mine attacks and catching up quickly.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSantos appeared in the hatchway, his face ashen. \"Your orders, sir?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera had never seen his number two this shaken up before. Santos was as loyal as an old hunting dog and just as reliable. But Santos had more to lose. He kept several spoiled young wives and fifteen fat children in three separate countries.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Get that \u003ci\u003ecabrón \u003c\/i\u003eSoto on the horn.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e***\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera keyed his radio mic. \"Soto, this is Captain Calvera, over. Do you need assistance? We saw three explosions-\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Cut the crap, Calvera. Those were mines. \u003ci\u003eYour\u003c\/i\u003e mines. Kill your engines. Now.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Look, Soto. If this is about money, I'm authorized to pay a small fee-\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"There's no fee you can pay, Calvera. No bribes. No negotiations. Kill your engines now or I'll kill them for you-and maybe your entire crew.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera swore violently. He'd butchered men for lesser insults. But he swallowed his pride-a tactical necessity.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I will comply, but under protest. However, your inspection team must not be armed.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You're in no position to dictate terms, Calvera. Kill your engines, come to a halt and be prepared to be boarded. \u003ci\u003eEntiendes\u003c\/i\u003e?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eEntiendo\u003c\/i\u003e.\" Calvera spat out the word like a curse and shoved the mic into Santos' hand. He shouted at Rico, \"Kill the engines!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eRico confirmed the order and throttled down. \"Full stop, \u003ci\u003emi capitán\u003c\/i\u003e.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera turned toward Valentin at the weapons station.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ready number two. Wait for my signal.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eValentin smiled.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMoments later, \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente \u003c\/i\u003ewas dead in the water.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera crossed back out to the bridge’s outer wing to get a better view of his pursuer. He pulled his binoculars to his eyes and scanned the wreck. It was even more disgusting and dilapidated than the photos had suggested. How was it possible for such a poorly maintained vessel to have performed so incredibly, he wondered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat\u003c\/i\u003e came to a full stop three hundred meters directly to port. Calvera adjusted the focus ring on his binoculars, and zoomed in on the bridge. His eyes fixed on the occluded windows, caked with salt and grime. He couldn’t see into the bridge but he knew that \u003ci\u003ebastardo\u003c\/i\u003e Soto was standing up there grinning down at him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Valentin…fire!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Down on the \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente’s \u003c\/i\u003edeck a single-barreled Chinese 20mm Gatling gun leaped through the roof of a fake shipping container and opened up. The deafening chainsaw roar unleashed a stream of continuous lead, showering the steel deck with brass casings.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Calvera laughed as the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat’s\u003c\/i\u003e bridge windows shattered instantly, and chunks of the rusted bridgework pulverized beneath the hammering shellfire.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But before the laugh had escaped his mouth, the two six-barreled rotary canons of a Russian-made Kashtan close-in weapons system opened up from the top of the cargo ship’s forward mast. The canons delivered ten thousand rounds per minute but it only took one brief, earsplitting second for the Kashtan to deliver enough 30mm explosive tungsten-tipped ammo to utterly destroy Calvera’s smaller weapon.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e In a single beat of Calvera’s pounding heart, the gun battle was over.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCalvera dashed back into the bridge, shouting at his helmsman.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Flank speed! Now!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Rico slammed the throttle. The specialized diesel engine roared to life, groaning below decks. The ship reared up like a racehorse exploding out of the starting gate.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Calvera shot a hopeful glance at Santos. The big turbocharged diesel had saved them before.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e But hope fled his first officer’s eyes with the dull, metallic thud that rang like a hammer blow beneath their feet. They felt the entire ship fall back onto its haunches.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Captain, we’ve lost speed!\" the helmsman shouted.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Give it more power.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Throttle’s maxed out, sir.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Putting Montoya on speakers!\" Santos said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e The chief engineer’s voice suddenly called out from the engine compartment.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Captain! We’ve been hit!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Calvera snatched up the comms mic. \"Damage report!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We’ve lost the prop. The shaft is damaged and torqueing badly. I’m shutting the engine down.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Santos pressed a hand against his wireless headphone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Lookout reports a fast-moving rubber skiff with armed men in the water heading our way.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We can fight them!\" Rico said, his young face flushed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Calvera ran a final calculation in his head. The numbers all pointed in one direction.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e He snatched up a satellite phone from his command station, then turned toward Santos as he pulled his pistol from its holster.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “You know what to do.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Santos stood smartly, and flashed a fated smile.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"\u003ci\u003eA la orden, mi Capitán.\" \u003c\/i\u003eHe pulled his pistol, squared his shoulders and headed for the lower decks.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e2\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cbr\u003e The rigid inflatable launched out of the \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat’s\u003c\/i\u003e waterline boat garage from the Teflon-coated ramp and hit the water with its paired outboard engines screaming.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Blue-eyed, sandy-haired Juan Cabrillo—posing as Captain Soto—held on tight. The rigid-hull inflatable boat bounced beneath him as it raced across the dark blue water. The four-man team was kitted out in body armor, flash-bang grenades and silenced H\u0026amp;K MP5 submachine guns strapped to their chests.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Boarding a hostile ship was always a risk and Calvera had already played his hand with two failed direct attacks on the \u003ci\u003eOregon\u003c\/i\u003e—currently disguised as the cargo ship \u003ci\u003eSungu Barat\u003c\/i\u003e. The two-hundred foot long Argentine fishing trawler raised all kinds of red flags when it first came to Juan’s attention, including the unusual ports of call it had made. Captain Calvera’s attempts at evasion and kinetic defense only proved he was smuggling something of incredible value—and no doubt illegal. Smuggling was as old as seafaring itself but Juan’s gut told him that the unusually capable fishing trawler was connected to something bigger than simple larceny.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Juan had to find out what the \u003ci\u003eEl Valiente \u003c\/i\u003ewas carrying and the only way to do that was to get boots on the deck and eyes on the cargo. He led the boarding expedition, leaving Linda Ross in charge of the ship and Mark Murphy on overwatch with his vast array of automated guns at his disposal in case things went sideways. He gave orders not to fire unless fired upon because, as Ross reminded him, they had no legal right to board the trawler.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e What troubled Juan now was the disappearance of the entire trawler crew, no doubt preparing to repel boarders. He kept his assault team small to minimize casualties but they all punched above their weight. No matter what came at them, his people would handle it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Blond ex-Ranger Marion MacDougal \"MacD\" Lawless was in back on the wheel driving the RHIB. \u003cbr\u003e Eddie Seng, a lean and wiry Chinese-American, sat near the bow. The ex-CIA operative held the pneumatic telescoping boarding pole. It featured a grappling hook and a wireless video camera so that he could see what they were up against before climbing up the rope ladder. He wore augmented reality glasses synced to the camera.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Buckled in behind him was Raven Malloy, a combat-decorated Native American fluent in Farsi and Arabic who could do more pull-ups in one go than most men on the ship.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Juan smiled to himself.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e His people would handle it.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Ten seconds,\" MacD said in his molar mic as he wound the engines down. 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