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“Fans will revel in this action-packed yarn of land- and sea-based derring-do . . . Major entertainment.”

—Publishers Weekly

Kirkus Reviews hailed Clive Cussler's last Dirk Pitt
®
novel, Trojan Odyssey, as “Hurricane Clive at his most tumultuous.” Now, Cussler proves once again that no one does it better when it comes to explosive action, intricate plotting, and the sheer audacity of adventure.

In the waning days of World War II, the Japanese tried a last desperate measure—sending two submarines to the United States armed with a new biological virus. Neither sub made it to the designated target. But that does not mean they were lost. Someone knows where the subs might be, and has an extraordinary plan for the virus—a scheme that could reshape the world as we know it. All that stands in the way are three people: a marine biologist named Summer, a marine engineer named Dirk, and their father, Dirk Pitt, the new head of NUMA. Pitt has faced devastating enemies before, and has even teamed up with his children to track them down. But never before has he looked upon the face of pure evil . . . until now.

“Another Cussler epic . . . Harrowing encounters, close calls, daring exploits . . . Another win for NUMA.”

—
Booklist

“A father-son action thriller penned by a father-son team that more than maintains the supercharged Cusslerian danger.”

—
Kirkus Reviews

PRAISE FOR CLIVE CUSSLER

“PURE ENTERTAINMENT . . . as reliable as Pitt's trusty Colt .45.”

—
People

“PURE CUSSLER, PURE FUN. The action just keeps accelerating.”

—
The San Francisco Examiner

“FULL OF ACTION, INTRIGUE, AND BEAUTIFUL WOMEN.”

—
San Antonio Express-News

“Nobody does it better than Clive Cussler. NOBODY!”

—Stephen Coonts

PRAISE FOR CLIVE CUSSLER'S DIRK PITT
®
SERIES

TROJAN ODYSSEY

“CONTINUOUS ACTION, THRILLS GALORE, AND LOTS OF FUN.”

—
Daily Oklahoman

“The story is an extravaganza, a blur of bravado and close calls above and below the waves . . . IMPOSSIBLE TO RESIST . . . [A] WILDLY IMAGINATIVE THRILLER.”

—
New York Daily News

“Just about THE BEST STORYTELLER IN THE BUSINESS.”

—
The New York Post

“DECISIVE ACTION AND DARING RESCUES.”

—
Port St. Lucie News

VALHALLA RISING

“[A] NONSTOP THRILLER . . . CUSSLER SPEEDS AND TWISTS through the complex plot and hairbreadth escapes [with] the intensity and suspense of a NASCAR race.”

—
Publishers Weekly

“ACTION-FILLED ADVENTURE . . . GREAT FUN.”

—
Library Journal

“CLIVE CUSSLER . . . IS AT TOP FORM HERE.”

—
Kirkus Reviews

ATLANTIS FOUND

“A DELIGHTFUL PAGE-TURNER that is almost impossible to put down.”

—
The San Francisco Examiner

“WICKEDLY ENGROSSING.”

—
Publishers Weekly

“THE FUNNEST DIRK PITT ADVENTURE SINCE RAISE THE
TITANIC
!”

—
Rocky Mountain News

PRAISE FOR CLIVE CUSSLER'S NUMA
®
SERIES

“MARVELOUS . . . simply terrific fun.”

—
Kirkus Reviews

“YOU CAN'T GET MUCH MORE SATISFYING.”

—
The Cleveland Plain Dealer

“A GREAT STORY.”

—
Tulsa World

“Audacious and WILDLY ENTERTAINING.”

—
New York Daily News

DIRK PITT
®
ADVENTURES BY CLIVE CUSSLER

Trojan Odyssey

Cyclops

Valhalla Rising

Deep Six

Atlantis Found

Pacific Vortex

Flood Tide

Night Probe

Shock Wave

Vixen 03

Inca Gold

Raise the
Titanic
!

Sahara

Iceberg

Dragon

The Mediterranean Caper

Treasure

DIRK PITT
®
ADVENTURES BY CLIVE CUSSLER AND DIRK CUSSLER

Crescent Dawn

Treasure of Khan

Arctic Drift

Black Wind

ISAAC BELL ADVENTURES BY CLIVE CUSSLER

The Chase

AND JUSTIN SCOTT

The Spy

The Wrecker

FARGO ADVENTURES BY CLIVE CUSSLER WITH GRANT BLACKWOOD

Lost Empire

Spartan Gold

KURT AUSTIN ADVENTURES BY CLIVE CUSSLER WITH PAUL KEMPRECOS

Medusa

White Death

The Navigator

Fire Ice

Polar Shift

Serpent

Lost City

Blue Gold

OREGON
®
FILES ADVENTURES BY CLIVE CUSSLER WITH JACK DU BRUL AND CRAIG DIRGO

The Silent Sea

Sacred Stone

Corsair

Golden Buddha

Plague Ship

Skeleton Coast

Dark Watch

NONFICTION BY CLIVE CUSSLER AND CRAIG DIRGO

The Sea Hunters II

The Sea Hunters

Clive Cussler and Dirk Pitt Revealed

CHILDREN'S BOOKS BY CLIVE CUSSLER

The Adventures of Vin Fiz

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BLACK WIND

C
LIVE
C
USSLER

AND
DIRK CUSSLER

BERKLEY BOOKS

NEW YORK

In memory of my mother, Barbara, whose love, compassion, kindness, and encouragement are deeply missed by all who knew her.

D.E.C.

Acknowledgments

With appreciation and gratitude to Scott Danneker, Mike Fitzpatrick, Mike Hance, and George Spyrou of Airship Management Services, for sharing the wondrous world of airship flight.

Thanks also to Sheldon Harris, whose book Factories of Death has helped open the door to the horrors of biological and chemical warfare practiced during World War II and its thousands of forgotten victims.

 

M
AKAZE

 

DECEMBER 12, 1944
KURE NAVAL BASE, JAPAN

L
IEUTENANT COMMANDER
Takeo Ogawa glanced at his wristwatch and shook his head in irritation.

“Half past midnight already,” he muttered anxiously. “Three hours late and still we wait.”

A young ensign staring through the glazed eyes of a sleep-deprived insomniac nodded slightly at his superior's grieving but said nothing. Waiting atop the conning tower of the Japanese Imperial Navy submarine
I-403
, the two men gazed across the naval yard searching for signs of a pending arrival. Beyond the expansive naval base, a haphazard twinkling of nighttime lights glistened about the scenic Japanese city of Kure. A light drizzle fell, lending an eerie tranquility to the late hour, which was broken by the distant sounds of hammers, cranes, and welding torches. Repairs to enemy-damaged ships and new vessel construction persisted around the clock in other parts of the shipyard, in a futile rush to aid the increasingly bleak war effort.

The distant whine of a diesel truck soon echoed across the water, the sound rising in intensity as the vehicle approached the submarine docks. Rounding the corner of a brick warehouse, a slate-colored Isuzu cargo truck rumbled into view and turned along the wharf. The driver inched his way cautiously toward the submarine's pen as he struggled to make out the edges of the darkened pier, barely visible under the truck's wartime-blackened headlights. Pulling alongside a large gangplank, the truck ground to a halt as its worn brakes squealed loudly in protest.

A moment of silence ensued, then six heavily armed soldiers sprang from the truck bed and enveloped the vehicle in a perimeter guard. As Ogawa made his way down from the conning tower to the dock, he sensed one of the guards pointing a weapon in his direction. The soldiers were no Imperial Army regulars, he noted, but elite members of the feared Kempei Tai military police.

Two uniformed men exited the cab of the truck and approached Ogawa. Recognizing a superior officer, Ogawa stood at attention and saluted smartly.

“I've awaited your arrival, Captain,” Ogawa stated with a tinge of annoyance.

Captain Miyoshi Horinouchi ignored the innuendo. As staff operations officer for the Sixth Fleet, his mind was occupied with graver matters. The Japanese submarine fleet was slowly being decimated in the Pacific and the Imperial Navy had no answer for the antisubmarine warfare technologies being deployed by the American forces. Desperate battles by the fleet's submarines against overwhelming odds inevitably resulted in the loss of crew and vessels, which weighted heavily on Horinouchi. His short-cropped hair had turned prematurely white, and stress lines creased his face like dry riverbeds.

“Commander, this is Dr. Hisaichi Tanaka of the Army Medical College. He will be accompanying you on your mission.”

“Sir, I am not accustomed to carrying passengers while on patrol,” Ogawa replied, ignoring the small bespectacled man at Horinouchi's side.

“Your patrol orders to the Philippines have been rescinded,” Horinouchi replied, handing Ogawa a brown folder. “You have new orders. You are to take Dr. Tanaka and his cargo aboard and proceed immediately per fleet directives to strike at the enemy's doorstep.”

Glancing at one of the guards holding a German Bergman MP34 submachine gun pointed in his direction, Ogawa asserted, “This is most unusual, Captain.”

Horinouchi tilted his head to the side, then took a few steps to his right. Ogawa followed, leaving Tanaka out of earshot. Speaking softly, Horinouchi continued.

“Ogawa, our surface fleet was annihilated at Leyte Gulf. We counted on a decisive battle to stop the Americans, but it was our own forces that were defeated instead. It is just a matter of time before all of our remaining resources will be assigned in defense of the homeland.”

“We will make the Americans pay heavily in blood,” Ogawa said harshly.

“True, but there is no question that they have the will to conquer, regardless of the losses. The slaughter of our own people will be appalling.” Horinouchi contemplated the sacrifice of his own family and fell silent for a moment.

“The Army has approached us for assistance in a valiant operation,” he continued. “Dr. Tanaka is affiliated with Unit 731. You will take him and his cargo across the Pacific and launch an attack on the American mainland. You are to avoid detection and protect your boat at all costs en route. Succeed, Ogawa, and the Americans will bow to a truce and our homeland will be preserved.”

Ogawa was stunned by the words. His fellow submarine commanders were waging a mostly defensive battle to protect the remnants of the surface fleet, yet he was to cross the Pacific single-handedly and launch an attack that would end the war. He might have ridiculed the idea, had it not been a fleet staff officer dictating the order to him out of desperation in the middle of the night.

“I am most honored by your confidence, Captain Horinouchi. Rest assured my crew and officers will uphold the honor to the emperor. If I may ask, sir, what exactly is Dr. Tanaka's cargo?” Ogawa inquired.

Horinouchi gazed forlornly across the bay for several seconds. “
Makaze
,” he finally muttered quietly. “An evil wind.”

*  *  *

U
NDER THE
watchful eye of Dr. Tanaka, a half-dozen oblong wooden crates were carefully loaded by the Kempei Tai guards into the forward torpedo room of the
I-403
and tightly secured. Ogawa ordered the submarine's four diesel engines turned over and the deck lines released. At half past two in the morning, the iron sub nosed slowly into the inky harbor and inched its way past several other fleet I-boats docked in the yard. Ogawa noted with curiosity that Horinouchi sat silently in the darkened truck on the pier, refusing to leave until after the
I-403
was well out of sight.

Creeping past the docks and warehouses of the sprawling navy yard, the sub soon approached a massive shadow looming against the darkness ahead. Lying quietly in a repair dock, the massive battleship
Yamato
towered above the submarine like a behemoth. With its massive eighteen-inch guns and sixteen-inch-thick armor plating, the
Yamato
was the most feared vessel afloat. Ogawa admired the lines and armament of the world's largest battleship as he sailed past, then felt a touch of pity toward her. Like her sister ship, the
Musashi
, recently sunk in the Philippines, the
Yamato
, he feared, was destined to find her way to the bottom of the sea before the war was over.

Gradually the lights of Kure fell away as the submarine snaked around several large islands, then entered the Seto Inland Sea. Ogawa ordered increased speed as the mountainous island outcroppings fell away and the first gray patches of predawn light tinted the eastern sky. As he marked their route in the conning tower with the
I-403
's navigator, Ogawa was approached by the executive officer climbing up from below.

“Hot tea, sir,” Lieutenant Yoshi Motoshita said, thrusting a small cup toward the commander. A thin man with a warm demeanor, Motoshita mustered a grin even at five in the morning.

“Yes, thanks,” Ogawa replied crisply before gulping at the tea. The hot liquid was a welcome tonic against the chilled December air and Ogawa quickly drained the cup.

“The sea is unusually calm this morning,” Motoshita noted.

“Fine conditions for fishing,” Ogawa said reflectively. The son of a fisherman, Ogawa had grown up in a small village on the southern island of Kyushu. Accustomed to a hard life on the water, Ogawa had overcome a modest background by passing the formidable entrance exams to Etajima, the Japanese naval academy. After gaining his commission, he was drawn to the growing prewar submarine force and served on two boats before attaining command of the
I-403
in late 1943. Under his leadership, the
I-403
had sunk a half-dozen merchant ships, along with an Australian destroyer in the Philippines. Ogawa was considered one of the top submarine captains remaining in the rapidly shrinking underwater fleet.

“Yoshi, we'll initiate a zigzag running pattern when we reach the strait, then submerge before we leave the mainland. We can take no chances with enemy submarines patrolling off our coast.”

“I will alert the crew, sir.”

“And Dr. Tanaka. See that he is situated comfortably.”

“I have offered him my cabin,” Motoshita said with a pained look. “Judging by the stack of books he brought with him, I think he will keep himself occupied and out of our way.”

“Very well,” Ogawa replied, wondering silently about his unwanted passenger.

As a crimson sun crept up over the eastern horizon, the
I-403
veered south from the Inland Sea into the Bungo Strait, a pathway above Japan's southern island of Kyushu that poured into the Pacific Ocean. A gray destroyer limped past the sub on its way back to port, listing heavily to one side and showing a rash of gaping holes in its bridge and decks, the result of a nasty encounter with a pair of U.S. Navy Hellcats. On the submarine, several petty officers crowded the conning tower to take a final glimpse of their green island nation, uncertain as all seamen departing for battle whether they would return home again.

When the approach to the Pacific became visible to the lookout, Ogawa issued the command to dive. A loud bell clanged throughout the submarine and sailors scurried to secure the deck and hatches.

“Submerge to fifteen meters,” Ogawa ordered from the bridge.

Large ballast tanks were flooded with seawater and the diving planes tipped forward. With a rush of collapsing water, the
I-403
's nose dipped downward and the entire submarine was quickly gobbled up by the murky green sea.

In the Pacific waters off the Bungo Strait, aggressive American submarines lurked in the depths hunting merchant supply ships or armed vessels en route from the Kure Navy Base. Submarine-against-submarine attacks were not unheard of and Ogawa was not about to make himself easy fodder. Entering the Pacific waters, he quickly aimed the
I-403
northeast and away from the bulk of the wartime traffic traveling south toward the Philippines.

As were most subs of its era, the
I-403
was powered by diesel and electric motors. In daylight hours, the
I-403
would operate submerged, powered by battery-operated electric motors that pushed the sub along at a sluggish 6 knots per hour. Under cover of darkness, the
I-403
would surface and crank up the diesel engines, which propelled the boat to better than 18 knots, while recharging the batteries. But the
I-403
was no ordinary submarine. Stretching over 390 feet long, the
I-403
was one of a handful of Sen toku–class submarines, which were the largest built in their day. The massive iron vessel displaced over 5,200 tons and was pushed through the water by four 7,700-horsepower diesel engines. The
I-403
's truly unique feature, however, was the vessel's armament of aircraft. The
I-403
could carry three Seiran floatplanes, which were small converted dive-bombers that could be launched from a catapult on the center bow. While traveling at sea, the planes were disassembled and stored in a 110-foot-long watertight hangar that stretched along the sub's deck. A shortage of aircraft had forced Ogawa to give up one of his seaplanes for coastal reconnaissance, however, and his vessel now carried just two of the Seiran aircraft.

*  *  *

O
NCE THE
I-403
had safely entered the Pacific, Ogawa retired to his cabin and reread the brief mission orders Horinouchi had given him. The succinct commands called for him to sail a northerly route across the Pacific, with a refueling stop in the Aleutians. He was to proceed to the northwest coast of the United States, where his two aircraft were to launch air attacks on the cities of Tacoma, Seattle, Victoria, and Vancouver.

On the face of it, it appeared a futile gesture, thought Ogawa. Japan needed her submarines for homeland waters defense rather than instigating minuscule attacks with a pair of small aircraft. But there was the question of Dr. Tanaka and his unidentified cargo.

Summoned to Ogawa's cabin, Tanaka bowed gracefully before entering the cramped quarters and seating himself at a small wooden table. The slightly built scientist bore a shrewish and unsmiling face. A pair of vacant black eyes that were magnified by thick glasses augmented his sinister appearance.

Dispensing with formalities, Ogawa pressed immediately for the nature of the doctor's presence.

“Dr. Tanaka, my written orders are to sail this vessel to the west coast of North America and launch an airborne attack on four cities. There is no mention of your duties or the nature of your cargo. I must ask what your role in the mission is.”

“Commander Ogawa, rest assured that my assignment here has been authorized at the highest levels,” Tanaka replied in a quiet monotone voice. “I will be providing technical assistance for the attack operation,” he continued.

“This is a warship. I fail to understand how a medical officer will assist in a naval strike,” Ogawa countered.

“Commander, I am with the Army Medical School's Epidemic Disease Prevention Study Group. We have received materials from a research facility in China that have enabled us to develop an effective new weapon against the enemy. Your submarine has been chosen as the means to launch the weapon for the first time against American forces. I am responsible for the security and deployment of the weapon on this mission.”

“These ‘materials.' They will be dropped from my aircraft?”

“Yes, in special canisters that can be accommodated by your bombers. I have already made the necessary arrangements with your aviation ordnance crew.”

“And the men on my vessel. Are they in any danger with this weapon aboard?”

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