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.Guests could depart for home or stay aboard for the voyage as they chose.Life raft drills were mandatory for guests and crew alike every four days.Special elevators with their own energy source, in the event all generator power was lost, could evacuate the entire hotel to the deck running around the second level, where the latest state-of-the-art enclosed life rafts were mounted that could maintain buoyancy in extreme sea conditions.Because of her unique experience and larger-than-life ambience, the Ocean Wanderer was booked solid two years in advance.Today, however, was a special occasion.The man who was the driving force behind the creation of the Ocean Wanderer was arriving for a four-day stay for the first time since the floating hotel’s lavish opening the month before.A man as mysterious as the sea itself.A man who was photographed only from a distance, and who never revealed lips and chin below the nose while the eyes remained hidden under dark glasses.His nationality was unknown.He was a man with no name, as enigmatic as a specter, Specter being the name given him by the news media.Reporters from newspapers and television news bureaus and stations had failed to penetrate even one layer of his anonymity.His age and history had yet to be revealed.All that was known about him for certain was that he headed and directed Odyssey, a giant scientific research and construction empire with tentacles in thirty countries that made him one of the richest and most powerful men in the civilized world.There were no stockholders of Odyssey.There were no annual reports or profit-and-loss statements to be examined.The Odyssey empire and the man in control stood alone in cryptic secrecy.AT FOUR IN the afternoon the silence of the aquamarine sea and azure sky was shattered by the shriek of an overhead jet aircraft.A large passenger plane painted in the trademark lavender color of Odyssey appeared from the west.Curious hotel guests gazed up at the unusual aircraft as its pilot gently banked the jet around the Ocean Wanderer to give his passengers a bird’s-eye view of the floating spectacle.The plane was unlike any they had seen before.The Russian-built Beriev Be-200 was originally designed as an amphibious fire-fighting aircraft.But this one was built to carry eighteen passengers and a crew of four in regal luxury.It was powered by two BMW–Rolls-Royce turbofan engines mounted on the overhead wing.Capable of speeds of over four hundred miles an hour, the rugged craft could easily handle water takeoffs and landings in four-foot seas.The pilot banked the high-performance amphibian and made his approach in front of the hotel.The big hull kissed the waves in unison with the outer pontoons and settled into the water like an overweight swan.Then it taxied up to a floating dock that extended from the main entrance of the hotel.Mooring lines were thrown and the aircraft was tied alongside the dock by its crew.A welcoming party led by a bespectacled bald-headed man wearing a crisp blue blazer stood on the dock that was edged with golden velvet cords.Hobson Morton was the executive director of the Ocean Wanderer.A fastidious man totally dedicated to his job and employer, Morton stood six feet six inches tall and weighed only one hundred and seventy-five pounds.Morton had been personally lured away by Specter, whose philosophy was to surround himself with men who were smarter than he was.Behind Morton’s back, his associates referred to the tall man as “the stick.” Distinguished, with graying temples below a thick mass of neatly brushed blond hair, he stood straight as a light post while a six-man team of attendants exited the aircraft’s main hatch, followed by four security men in blue jumpsuits who stationed themselves at strategic locations along the dock.Several minutes passed before Specter stepped off the plane.In contrast to Morton he might have reached a height of five feet five inches if he had stood up straight, but settled inside a grossly overweight body, standing rigid was an impossibility.As he walked—actually, more of a waddle—he looked like a pregnant bullfrog in search of a swamp.His enormous belly stretched a trademark white tailored suit far beyond its double-threaded limits.His head was swathed in a white silk turban whose lower sash covered his chin and mouth.There was no way to read the face, even the eyes were covered by the impenetrable lenses of heavily coated dark sunglasses.The men and women who were closely associated with Specter could never fathom how he was able to see through them, never knowing that the lenses were like a one-way mirror.The wearer could see perfectly from his side while his eyes remained impenetrable.Morton stepped forward and formally bowed.“Welcome to the Ocean Wanderer, sir.”There was no shaking of hands.Specter tilted his head back and stared up at the magnificent structure.Though he had taken a personal interest in its design from conception to construction, he had yet 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