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Two men appeared on the stern of the Pisto and frantically began reeling out more cable。 At the same time the tug lost way； made a sharp turn to starboard； and heaved to。 Then Jack stepped out of the wheelhouse and hailed the frigate through a bullhorn。
〃Give way； you sea cow's ass。 Can't you see I have a tow？〃
Pinon ignored the insult。 He expected no less from a tug captain。 〃Your movement is unauthorized。 I am sending over a boarding party。〃
〃I'll be damned if I let any candy…ass Navy boy step foot on my ship。〃
〃You'll be dead if you don't；〃 Pinon replied in good humor。 He was uncertain now whether this was a mass escape attempt by dissidents； but the strange actions of the tug and unlit ships required an investigation。
He leaned over the bridge railing and ordered the ship's motor cutter and boarding crew to lower away。 When he turned back to face the unidentified convoy； he froze in horror。
Too late。 In the dusky light he had failed to see that the ship behind the tug was not a dead tow。 It was under way and boring down on the frigate at a good eight knots。 He stared dazedly for several seconds before his reeling mind took hold。
〃Full ahead！〃 he shrieked。 〃Guns fire！〃
His mand was followed by a deafening blast as shells streaked across the narrowing gap； tore into the bow and superstructure of the Amy Bigalow； and exploded in a burst of flame and shattered steel。 The port side of the wheelhouse seemed to melt away as if ripped open by a junkyard mangling machine。 Glass and debris felt like pellets out of a shotgun。 Pitt ducked and kept his grip on the wheel with a determination tied to blind stubbornness。 He was lucky to emerge with only a few cuts and a bruised thigh。
The second salvo blew away the chart room and sliced the forward mast in two。 The top half fell over the side and was dragged for a hundred feet before the cables parted and it floated clear。 The funnel was shattered and turned to scrap； and a shell burst inside the starboard anchor locker； scattering a cloud of salt…rusted links like shrapnel。
There would be no third salvo。
Pinon stood absolutely still； hands tightly clenched on the bridge rail。 He stared up at the menacing black bows of the Amy Bigalow as they rose ponderously over the frigate； his face white and his eyes sick with a certainty that his ship was about to die。
The frigate's screws beat the water in a frenzy； but they could not push her out of the way soon enough。 There was no question of the Amy Bigalow missing and no doubt as to Pitt's intentions。 He was pensating and cutting the angle toward the frigate's midsection。 Those of the crew who were topside and could see the approaching disaster gazed numb with horror before finally reacting and throwing themselves over the sides。
The Amy Bigalow's sixty…foot…high stem slashed through the frigate just forward of her rear turret； shredding the plates and penetrating the hull for nearly twenty feet。 Pinon's ship might have survived the collision and made shore before settling in the water； but with a terrible screech of grinding steel the bow of the Amy Bigalow rose up from the gaping wound until her barnacled keel was exposed。 She hung there for an instant； and then dropped； crushing the frigate in two and pile…driving the stern section out of sight beneath the surface。
Instantly； the sea poured into the amputated stern； sweeping through the twisted bulkheads and flooding the open partments。 As the cataract surged into the doomed frigate's hull she quickly began to settle astern。 Her dying agony did not last long。 By the time the Ozero Zaysan was towed over the collision site； she was gone； leaving a pitiful few of her crew struggling in the water。
〃You walked into a trap？〃 Velikov's voice came flat and hard over the phone。
Borchev felt unfortable。 He couldn't very well admit that he was one of the only three survivors out of forty and lacked even a scratch。 〃An unknown force of at least two hundred Cubans opened fire with heavy equipment before we could evacuate the trucks。〃
〃You certain they were Cubans？〃
〃Who else could have planned and carried it out？ Their manding officer was wearing a Cuban Army uniform。〃
〃Perez？〃
〃Can't say。 We'll need time to make an identification。〃
〃Might have been a blunder by green troops who opened fire out of stupidity or panic。〃
〃They were far from stupid。 I can recognize highly trained bat troops when I see them。 They knew we were ing and laid a well prepared ambush。〃
Velikov's face went pletely blank and then quickly reddened。 The assault on Cayo Santa Maria passed before his eyes。 He could scarcely contain his rage。 〃What was their objective？〃
〃A delaying action to take possession of the ships。〃
Borchev's answer staggered Velikov。 He felt as if his body had turned to ice。 The questions came spilling out of his mouth。 〃The Rum and Cola operation ships were seized？ Are they still moored to their docks？〃
〃No； a tugboat towed off the Ozero Zaysan。 The Amy Bigalow steamed clear under her own power。 I lost sight of them after they rounded the point。 A little later I heard what sounded like naval gunfire near the entrance channel。〃
Velikov had heard the rumble of heavy guns too。 He stared at a blank wall with unbelieving eyes； trying to envision the circle of men dogging his intricately planned operations。 He refused to believe that intelligence units loyal to Castro had the knowledge and expertise。 Only the long arm of the Americans and their Central Intelligence Agency could have destroyed Cayo Santa Maria and wrecked his scheme to terminate the Castro regime。 Only one individual could have been responsible for the leak of information。
Dirk Pitt。
A deep look of concentration tensed Velikov's face。 The mud was clearing from the water。 He knew what he had to do in the little time left。
〃Are the ships still in the harbor？〃 he demanded of Borchev。
〃If they were trying to escape to the sea； I'd put them somewhere in the Entrada Channel。〃
〃Find Admiral Chekoldin and tell him I want those ships stopped and headed back to the inner harbor。〃
〃I thought all Soviet naval ships have stood out to sea。〃
〃The admiral and his flagship aren't due to depart until eight o'clock。 Don't use the telephone。 Convey my request in person and stress the urgency。〃
Before Borchev could reply； Velikov threw down the receiver and rushed to the main entrance of the embassy； ignoring the busy staff preparing for evacuation。 He ran outside to the embassy limousine and shoved aside the chauffeur； who was standing by to drive the Soviet ambassador to safety。
He turned the ignition key and threw the transmission into drive the instant the engine fired。 The rear wheels spun and shrieked furiously as the car leaped out of the embassy courtyard into the streets。
Two blocks later Velikov was stopped dead。
A military roadblock barred his way。 Two armored cars and a pany of Cuban soldiers stretched across the broad boulevard。 An officer stepped up to the car and shone a flashlight in the window。
〃May I see your ident