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Mack Bolan floated all night, exhausted and waiting for death, wondering if he would join Junko in the place of her ancestors. He contemplated death and knew that this was the place for it as he became cold, then numb, from the water around him. If the sharks didn't get him, hypothermia would. He thought about help arriving at first, then realized that no one knew that he was down, and if they did, they'd have no idea where. And as dark, feverish visions of Junko floated in his head, he thought that death was perhaps the best thing for him now, and he prepared to give himself to it.
Bolan imagined he felt a shark bumping up against him during the night, then again later. At first he thought he was simply delirious, but the third time it came, he saw that it was a dolphin — the friend of the fisherman.
It came back several times, each time getting closer, staying longer. The sun rose, warming Bolan. The dolphin came again, and this time Bolan saw the fishing boats in the distance. He realized, in his world of opposites, that he was being saved by another sentient being, a creature that wanted nothing more than to survive. Bolan summoned his remaining strength and called for help.
Life was a beautiful thing. Mack Bolan would go on living it — and fighting for it. Somebody had to.
Code of Dishonor Page 18
