The other guard sensed the commotion and spun around, bringing up his weapon in Bolan's direction.

Bolan stroked the shark gun's trigger and another six-thousand-volt charge zapped living flesh.

The terrorist's body executed a restrained shudder as his hands released the shark gun. Stunned, the diver curled into a fetal position.

The Executioner swam in and finished him with the knife, releasing the body to float upward.

Another sentry team saw the activity and reacted instantly. These two divers split up, tracking their own weapons on Bolan. But they were not fast enough for The Executioner.

Bolan flicked the shark gun to kill mode and triggered a round at the diver on the right before he could warn the others.

Globs of matter shot in all directions as the man's head and helmet exploded.

The guard on Bolan's left brought his weapon to bear and triggered off a round.

But he was not fast enough. The retarding effect of the surrounding water gave Bolan the time he needed.

Bolan kicked himself into a sideways roll.

The bullet missed.

Bolan triggered another round that sent the diver to a watery grave.

Two murky black clouds hung suspended.

Bolan swam in a wide arc, angling well away from the underwater encounter.

There was no way for the rest of the frogman force to accurately detect the source of the exchange between Bolan and the sentries.

Voices in Spanish chattered across the frequency Bolan was monitoring. Then the frequency went blank except for static. That, too, died as Grimaldi realized what had happened and patched Bolan out of their tac net.

The terrorist frogteam was operating under a blanket of radio silence, or they had switched to another frequency.

Bolan realized the team boss would dispatch divers to double-check all the guard points while the salvage operation continued.