Trojan Odyssey by Clive Cussler Read Free Book Online

small container. The mysterious coral-encrusted object she set on a folded towel. Summer was not about to risk the dangers of contamination. Suffering from the tropical heat and the sweat emerging from her insulated pores for a few more minutes were a small price to pay to avoid a potentially deadly illness.
    After swimming in and through brown crud, one drop on her skin could prove fatal. She did not dare remove her Viking dry suit with attached Turbo hood and boots, gloves sealed by locking rings and full face mask, just yet. After unsnapping her weight belt and buoyancy compensator, she turned on two valves that activated a strong sprinkling system, washing down her wet suit and gear with a special decontamination solution to remove any brown crud residue. Certain she was properly sanitized, she turned off the valves and rapped on the door to the main lock.
    Although the masculine face that appeared on the other side of the view port belonged to her twin brother, there was little resemblance. Though they were born within minutes of each other, she and her brother Dirk Jr. were about as non-identical as twins could get. He towered over her at six feet four, and was lean and hard and deeply tanned. Unlike her straight red hair and soft gray eyes, the thick mass of hair on his head was wavy and black, the eyes a mesmeric opaline green that sparkled when the light hit just right.
    When she stepped out of the chamber, he removed the yoke and collar seal between the neck of her suit and head mask. By the look in his eyes that were more piercing than usual and the grim expression on his face, she knew she was in big trouble.
    Before he could open his mouth, she threw up her hands and said, “I know, I know, I shouldn’t have gone off alone without a dive partner.”
    â€œYou know better,” said her brother in exasperation. “If you hadn’t sneaked off at the crack of dawn before I was awake, I would have come after and dragged you back to the lab by your ear.”
    â€œI apologize,” said Summer, feigning remorse, “but I can accomplish more if I don’t have to be concerned with another diver.”
    Dirk helped her undo the heavy, riveted waterproof zippers on her Viking dry suit. First removing the gloves and pulling the inner hood down behind her head, he began peeling the suit from her torso, arms and then legs and feet, until she could step out of it. Her hair fell in a cascade of copper red. Underneath, Summer wore a skintight polypropylene nylon bodysuit that nicely displayed her curvaceous body.
    â€œDid you enter the crud?” asked Dirk with concern in his tone.
    She nodded. “I brought back samples.”
    â€œYou certain there was no leakage inside your suit?”
    Holding her arms over her head, she did a pirouette. “See for yourself. Not a drop of toxic slime to be seen.”
    Pitt put a hand on her shoulder. “Words to remember: ‘Don’t ever dive alone again.’ Certainly not without me if I’m in the neighborhood.”
    â€œYes, brother,” she said with a condescending smile.
    â€œLet’s get your samples in a sealed case. Captain Barnum can take them back to the ship’s lab for analysis.”
    â€œThe captain is coming to the habitat?” she asked in mild surprise.
    â€œHe invited himself for lunch,” Pitt answered. “He insisted on delivering our food supplies himself. Said it will give him a break from playing ship’s commander.”
    â€œTell him he can’t come if he doesn’t bring a bottle of wine.”
    â€œLet us hope he got the message by osmosis,” Dirk said with a grin.
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    A CADAVEROUSLY BUILT man, Captain Paul T. Barnum might have been taken for a brother to the legendary Jacques Cousteau, except that his head was almost desolate of hair. He wore a shorty wet suit and left it on after entering the main lock. Dirk helped him lift a metal box containing two days of food