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They soared over a dip in the road and landed heavily on the other side。 The muffler was torn away and the sudden thunder of exhaust was startling； almost shattering in its unexpected fury of sound。 Their eyes began to water from the fumes； and the interior of the car became a steam bath under the bined onslaught of the heat from the engine and humid climate outside。 The floorboards were almost hot enough to melt the soles of Pitt's boots。 Between the noise and the heat； he felt as though he were working overtime in a boiler room。
The Chevy was being a mechanical bedlam。 The teeth on the transmission were ground down to their nubs； and they howled in protest at the high revolutions。 Strange knocking sounds began to emanate from the engine's bowels。 But she was still vicious； and with that old deep…throated Chevy sound； she barreled along almost as if she knew this would be her last ride。
Pitt had carefully slowed ever so slightly and allowed the Russian driver to pull up within three car lengths。 Pitt swung the Chevy back and forth across the road to throw off the bodyguard's aim。 He eased his； foot off the accelerator a hair until the Zil had e within twenty feet of the Chevy's rear bumper。
Then Pitt stood on the brakes。
The sergeant driving the Zil was good； but he wasn't that good。 He snapped the steering wheel to the left and almost swung clear。 But there was no time and even less distance。 The Zil crashed into the rear of the Chevy with a scream of steel and an eruption of glass； crushing the radiator against the engine as the tail end whipped around in a corkscrew motion。
The Zil； madly out of control； and now nothing but three tons of metal bent on its own destruction； sideswiped a tree and caromed across the road to smash into an empty； broken…down bus at a speed of eighty miles an hour。 Orange flame burst from the car as it flipped crazily end over end for over a hundred yards before ing to rest on its roof； all four tires still spinning。 The Russians were trapped inside and had no hope of escape as the orange flames transformed into a thick cloud of black smoke。
The faithful； battered Chevy was still running on little but mechanical guts。 Steam and oil were streaming from under the hood； second gear was gone along with the brakes； and the twisted rear bumper was dragging on the road； throwing out a spray of sparks。
The plume of smoke would draw the searchers。 The net was closing。 The next mile； the next curve in the highway； might reveal a roadblock。 Pitt was sure a helicopter would appear any minute over the treetops bordering the road。 Now was the time to ditch the car。 It was senseless to play on his luck any longer。 Like a bandit running from a posse； the time had e to trade horses。
He slowed down to fifty as he approached the outskirts of the city of Matanzas。 He spotted a fertilizer plant and turned into the parking lot。 Stopping the dying Chevy under a large tree； he looked around； and not seeing anyone； killed the engine。 The crackling of burning metal and hissing steam replaced the ear…blasting drone of the exhaust。
〃What's your next scheme？〃 asked Jessie。 She was ing back on balance now。 〃You do have another scheme up your sleeve； I hope。〃
〃The Artful Dodger has nothing on me；〃 said Pitt with a reassuring grin。 〃Sit tight。 If our friend the general hiccups； kill him。〃
He walked through the parking lot。 It was a weekday and it was filled with the workers' cars。 The stench from the plant had a sickening smell about it that filled the air for miles。 He stood near the main gate as a stream of trucks loaded with ammonium sulphate； potassium chloride； and animal manure rumbled into the plant and trucks carrying the processed fertilizer in paper bags drove out。 He had an idea and strolled casually down the dirt road that led to the highway。 He waited for about fifteen minutes until a Russian…built truck filled with raw manure turned in and headed for the plant。 He stood in the middle of the road and waved it to a stop。
The driver was alone。 He looked down from the cab questioningly。 Pitt motioned him out and pointed vigorously under the truck。 Curious； the driver stepped to the ground and crouched down next to Pitt； who was staring intently at the drive shaft。 Seeing nothing wrong； the driver turned just as Pitt chopped him on the back of the neck。
The driver went limp and Pitt caught him over a shoulder。 He heaved the unconscious Cuban into the truck's cab and quickly climbed in。 The engine was running and he shifted it into gear and drove toward the tree that shielded the Chevy from the air。
〃Everyone climb aboard；〃 he said； jumping down from the cab。
Jessie shrank back in disgust。 〃God； what's in there？〃
〃The polite word is manure。〃
〃You expect me to wallow in filth？〃 demanded Velikov。
〃Not only wallow；〃 Pitt replied； 〃you're going to bury yourselves in it。〃 He took the assault rifle from Jessie and prodded the general none too gently in the kidneys。 〃Up you go； General。 You've probably rubbed many a KGB victim in slime。 Now it's your turn。〃
Velikov shot Pitt a malignant look； and then climbed into the back of the truck。 Jessie reluctantly followed as Pitt began stripping off the driver's clothes。 They were several sizes too small and he had to leave the shirt unbuttoned and the pants fly unzipped to get into them。 He quickly slipped his bat fatigues on the Cuban and dragged him up into the back with the others。 He handed the rifle back to Jessie。 She needed no instructions and placed the muzzle against Velikov's head。 He found a shovel in a rack beside the cab and began to cover them。
Jessie gagged and fought to keep from retching。 〃I don't think I can take this。〃
〃Be thankful it came from horses and cattle and not the city sewer。〃
〃That's easy for you to say； you're driving。〃
When they were all invisible but could still breathe； Pitt returned to the cab and drove the truck back to the highway。 He paused before turning as a flight of three military helicopters whirled overhead and a transport convoy of armed troops sped in the direction of the wrecked Zil。
Pitt waited and then turned left onto the highway。 He was about to enter the city limits of Matanzas when he came to a roadblock manned by an armored car and nearly fifty soldiers； all looking very grim and purposeful。
He stopped and held out the papers he had taken off the driver。 His scheme worked even better than he had imagined。 The guards never came near the obnoxious…smelling truck。 They waved him through； glad to see him on his way and happy to breathe fresh air again。
An hour and a half later the sun had fallen in the west and the lights of Havana twinkled to life。 Pitt arrived in the city and drove up the Via Blanca。 Except for the truck's aroma； he felt safely anonymous in the noisy； bustling； rush…hour traffic。 He also felt more secure entering the city during the evening。
With no passport and no money his only option was to make contact with the American mission at the Swiss Embassy。 They could take Jessie off his hands and keep him hidden until his passport and entry papers were sent by diplomatic courier from Wa