I PULLED A MAFIA BOSS FROM A SINKING YACHT—24 HOURS LATER, HIS BODYGUARD BROUGHT $2 MILLION TO MY DOOR

deep. It would need stitches. His pupils were even, though. No obvious sign of concussion.

Small mercy.

Getting him back to the research station felt like it took hours. In reality, it was maybe ten minutes. I radioed ahead to the night supervisor, told him I had a survivor from the explosion and needed immediate medical help.

By the time I docked, a continue reading …