214- Bloodwaters

Tired of the everyday grind ever dream of a life of romantic adventure? Want to get away from it all? We offer you Escape escape these I knew free you from the four walls of today for a half hour of high adventure You are drifting along the muddy reaches of a South American River

You're diving gear and readiness. The air pump going. Yet you know that in the murky depths below you, waiting in the slime there for you is a mortal enemy from whom there may be. No escape.

Listen now, as escape brings you Tony Barrett's story, blood waters. They take you up slowly, always slowly, even in a nothing job like this one. A harbor bottom dive that a beginner had laughed at.

I kicked away from the heavy pilings harder than I had to, and I knew I was trying to dull my mind again not to think about it. Trying to sell myself the same old story.

That a diver shouldn't care where he works because the job's always the same. There's something down there. They want it. You get it, period. But it didn't work too well. The story was wearing thin.

There you are, you know. You want to suit off or you want the rest for us, sir? Rest from what? A 50-foot dive? Get me out of the suit. See? See? Perhaps the man knows best, Trent.

Murdock. A 50-foot dive can be dangerous. But then danger never bothered you, did it. What are you doing here, Murdock? What do you want? As an old friend, I have to want something. I'm not interested in any of your deals.