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oon as you find out anything。〃
Then Velikov buzzed his secretary。 〃Get me Colonel General Kolchak's headquarters。〃
His deputy straightened in the chair and stared at him curiously。 He had never seen Velikov in a state of nervousness before。
〃Something wrong？〃
〃I don't know yet；〃 Velikov muttered。
The familiar voice of Colonel General Kolchak suddenly burst from the other end of the phone line。 〃Velikov； how are things progressing with the GRU and KGB？〃
Velikov stood stunned for several moments before recovering。 〃Where are you？〃
〃Where am I？〃 Kolchak repeated。 〃Trying to clear classified documents and equipment from my headquarters； the same as you。 Where did you think I was？〃
〃I just received a report you were meeting with Raul Castro at the hunting lodge。〃
〃Sorry； I haven't mastered being in two places at the same time；〃 said Kolchak imperturbably。 〃Sounds to me your intelligence agents are starting to see ghosts。〃
〃Most strange。 The report came from a usually reliable source。〃
〃Is Rum and Cola in any danger？〃
〃No； it is continuing as planned。〃
〃Good。 Then I take it the operation is running smoothly。〃
〃Yes；〃 Velikov lied with a fear tainted by uncertainty； 〃everything is under control。〃
The tugboat was called the Pisto after a Spanish dish of stewed red peppers； zucchini； and tomatoes。 The name was appropriate； as her sides were streaked red with rust and her brass coated with verdigris。 Yet； despite the neglect to her outer structure； the big 3；000…horsepower diesel engine that throbbed in her bowels was as bright and glossy as a polished bronze sculpture。
Hands gripping the big teakwood wheel； Jack stared through the moisture…streaked windows at the gigantic mass looming up in the blackness。 She was as cold and dark as the other two carriers of death tied to the docks。 No navigation lights indicated her presence in the bay； only the patrol boat that circled her 1；100…foot length and 160…foot beam served as a warning for other craft to stay clear。
Jack eased the Pisto abreast of the Ozero Baykai and cautiously edged toward the aft anchor chain。 The patrol boat quickly spotted them and came alongside。 Three men rushed from the bridge and manned a rapid…fire gun on the bow。 Jack rang the engine room for All Stop； an act that was strictly for show as the tug's bow wave was already dying away to a ripple。
A young lieutenant with a beard leaned out of the wheelhouse of the patrol boat and raised a bullhorn。
〃This is a restricted area。 You don't belong here。 Move clear。〃
Jack cupped his hands to his mouth and shouted； 〃I've lost all power to my generators and my diesel just died on me。 Can you give me a tow？〃
The lieutenant shook his head in exasperation。 〃This is a military boat。 We do not give tows。〃
〃Can I e aboard and use your radio to call my boss？ He'll send another tug to tow us clear。〃
〃What's wrong with your emergency battery power？〃
〃Worn out。〃 Jack made a gesture of helplessness。 〃No parts for repair。 I'm on the waiting list。 You know how it is。〃
The boats were so close now they were almost touching。 The lieutenant laid aside the bullhorn and replied in a rasping voice； 〃I cannot allow that。〃
〃Then I'll have to anchor right here until morning；〃 Jack replied nastily。
The lieutenant angrily threw up his hands in defeat。 〃e aboard and make your call。〃
Jack dropped down a ladder to the deck and jumped across the four…foot gap between the boats。 He looked around him with a slow； salty indifference； carefully noting the relaxed attitude of the three…man gun crew； the mate standing by the helm casually lighting a cigar； the tired look on the lieutenant's face。 The only man who was missing； he knew； was the engineer below。
The lieutenant came up to him。 〃Make it quick。 You're interfering with a military operation。〃
〃Forgive me；〃 said Jack slavishly； 〃but it's not my doing。〃
He reached forward as if wanting to shake hands and pumped two bullets from a silenced automatic into the lieutenant's heart。 Then he calmly shot the helmsman。
The trio around the bow gun crumpled and died under a flight of three precisely aimed arrows； fired by Jack's crew with crossbows。 The engineer never felt the bullet that struck him in the temple。 He fell over the boat's diesel engine； lifeless hands gripping a rag and a wrench。
Jack and his crewmen carried the bodies below and then swiftly opened all drain plugs and sea cocks。 They returned to the tug and paid no more attention to the sinking patrol boat as it drifted away on the tide into the darkness。
There was no gangway down； so a pair of grappling hooks were thrown over the tanker's deck railing。 Jack and two others clambered up the sides and then hauled up portable acetylene tanks and a cutting torch。
Forty…five minutes later the anchor chains were cut away and the little Pisto； like an ant trying to move an elephant； buried her heavy rope bow fender against the huge stern of the Ozero Baykai。 Inch by inch； almost imperceptibly at first； and then yard by yard the tug began nudging the tanker away from the refinery and toward the middle of the bay。
Pitt observed the slothful movement of the Ozero Baykai through a pair of night glasses。 Fortunately the ebb tide was working in their favor； pulling the behemoth farther from the core of the city。
He had found a self…contained breathing unit and searched the holds for any sign of a detonating device； but could find nothing。 He came to the conclusion it must have been buried somewhere under the ammonium nitrate in one of the middle cargo holds。 After nearly two hours； he climbed to the main deck and thankfully breathed in the cool breeze off the sea。
Pitt's watch read 4：30 when the Pisto came about and returned to the docks。 She made straight for the munitions ship。 Jack backed her in until Moe's men hauled in the tow wire that was unreeled from the great winch on the stern of the tug and made fast to the Ozero Zaysan's aft bollards。 The lines were cast off； but just as the Pisto prepared to pull； a military convoy of four trucks came roaring onto the wharf。
Pitt dropped down the gangway and hit the dock at a dead run。 He dodged around a loading crane and stopped at the stern line。 He heaved the fat； oily rope off the bollard and let it fall in the water。 There was no time to cast off the bow line。 Heavily armed men were dropping from the trucks and forming into bat teams。 He climbed the gangway and engaged the electric winch that lifted it level with the deck to prevent any assault from the wharf。
He snatched up the bridge phone and rang the engine room。 〃Manny； they're here〃 was all he said。
〃I've got vacuum and enough steam in one boiler to move her。〃
〃Nice work； my friend。 You shaved off an hour and a half。〃
〃Then let's haul ass。〃
Pitt walked over to the ship's telegraph and moved the pointers to Stand By。 He threw the helm over so the stern would swing away from the pier first。 Then he rang for Dead Slow Astern。
Manny rang back from the engine room and Pitt could feel the e