The colonel was concerned and he had good reason. Cammy was the key figure in the plan that was about to be executed. There was initially much opposition regarding her presence. However, after having considered all other options, it was clear that without her the operation would have no chance of success. There were still ten Dolls on the island, she was their best chance against them. He had seen a change taking place in her. Before the final briefing he had the feeling that, from time to time, a teenager was trying to break out. He had first seen it happen on the farm. Not when he or any other men were in the room with her. He'd seen it on the camera footage when she was left with Sergeant Whiskers. There he saw this girl that had killed an entire squad of his men playing with a cat. Now, here on the submarine, he saw a different Cammy. Quiet, focussed, concentrated on the task that lay ahead. This was the Cammy Shadaloo had created. Slowly the assassin within her had pushed back the other Cammy. It was this that worried the colonel. What if, the minute they hit the island, she would turn on them. Sure, he thought, she wasn't under the influence of their drugs and chemicals anymore but there still remained the years of conditioning and training she underwent. She had given them all the information they needed to stage this assault and retrieve or destroy the stolen parts but she had remained vague about who was in charge of the island. Even if she did her task there were still a thousand things that could go wrong. The plan was simple but the location of Shadaloo island complicated matters. Right now there were two U.S. submarines making their way through the territorial waters of North-Korea in the Yellow Sea. One with Cammy, Delta Red and the three remaining Delta Blue squads on board, the other with a detachment of U.S. Marines. Obviously any detection by North-Korean submarines or surface ships was to be avoided. The region was already a powder keg the last thing it needed was for them igniting the fuse. To draw the attention away from them the US Seventh fleet was ordered to hold high visible manoeuvres together with the South-Korean navy. In the mean time politicians, both in Britain and the States, were covering their own asses should things go terribly wrong.

For now they had remained undetected and in thirty minutes they should reach the island. At five hundred metres from the underwater tunnel Cammy and the Delta's would leave their sub and traverse the remaining distance with sea scooters. Commander Luwanda walked to a tiny cabin with Cammy's wetsuit.

'Here you go, dear,' she said. Cammy had already put on a tight fitting green bathing suit that left little to the imagination of what was underneath it. She had a six-pack that would put several members of Delta Blue to shame. 'I won't be needing that,' said Cammy pointing at the wetsuit.

'Are you out of your mind, you know how cold the water is here, you'll get hypothermia.'

'Don't worry, I've been in colder water for longer periods, I'll be fine.'

'Really? Well I can't let you take that risk. You know we need you..'

'…To take care of my sisters. Yes I know,' said Cammy with a touch of sadness in her voice. 'Just don't forget to take them back with you.'

'You know they are not our priority on this mission, the colonel was quite clear-'

'Yeah, I know you're after the things they stole. Just don't get in my way. And I don't need that suit. It'll only slow me down,' said Cammy annoyed.

'Okay, easy, just saying you know…'

'Hey you two,' Mark whispered in a firm tone. 'Keep it down a bit, will you? We don't want a North-Korean torpedo up our butts right now. Why isn't Cammy in her suit? We're almost there.'

'She say's she doesn't need a suit.'

Mark grinned. 'Oh, goody.'

Cammy steered her sea scooter to follow a wide trench on the sea floor. It led all the way up to the tunnel that connected to the cave. She was glad to be out of the submarine. She'd never been in one before, not even the Shadaloo submarine. Inside it she had felt entombed, now outside, being dragged by the sea scooter, it felt like she was flying. The scooter had a watertight compartment that held her boots and fingerless gloves with knuckle protection. It also contained a belt with ten hypodermic syringes filled with a powerful sedative. She was to apply those to her sisters. She rather wouldn't but the risk to the operation was too great if she didn't. With the operation taking place at two o'clock in the morning they would be asleep and that made it slightly easier. Mark had also offered her a suppressed pistol but guns were not her style and so she had declined his offer.

She reached the tunnel. The lights were off making it look like a gigantic black hole that was about to swallow her. From here it was sixty metres to the cave. The Delta teams were behind her. She killed the light on her sea scooter and ventured into the tunnel. Once she got to the other side her next action depended on whether the Shadaloo submarine was there or not. If the sub was there, than there would be more people around in the cave, even at this hour. She would then have to signal to the Deltas for backup. If the submarine wasn't there the cave would be virtually deserted at this time and she would take out the guards at the cave monitor station herself. She'd have three minutes, then the Delta's would emerge. There seemed to be no end to the darkness of the tunnel but eventually she saw the light from the cave. Carefully she took a peek above the water; there was no sign of the submarine.