Bramo was momentarily stunned.
"That's it?"
Victor looked at him.
"That's it."
He walked back to the table, sat down, and picked up the chopsticks again.
"An old man shouts a few slogans, and I'm supposed to jump? Let the whole world laugh at me?"
He picked another piece of beef.
"Wait. The show isn't over."
3:45 PM, Mediterranean, international waters.
The "Mexico Star" is a luxury cruise ship registered in Panama, but among the 3,200 passengers on board, half are Mexicans. They had just toured Greece and were heading to Egypt, with the next stop being Alexandria Port, then through the Suez Canal to Dubai.
The captain is Ernesto Torres, fifty-eight years old, who's been at sea for forty years, having seen all sorts of storms.
But today's situation, he had never encountered.
On the radar screen, three rapidly moving points of light were closing in from the east.
He picked up the binoculars.
Three warships.
