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ped up to the car and shone a flashlight in the window。
〃May I see your identification papers； please？〃
〃I am General Peter Velikov； attached to the Soviet Military Mission。 I'm in a great hurry to reach Colonel General Kolchak's headquarters。 Stand aside and let me pass。〃
The officer studied Velikov's face for a moment as if satisfying himself。 He switched off the flashlight and motioned for two of his men to enter the backseat。 Then he came around and climbed into the front passenger's seat。
〃We've been waiting for you； General；〃 he said in a cold but courteous tone。 〃Please follow my directions and turn left at the next cross street。〃
Pitt stood； feet slightly apart； both hands on the helm； his craggy face thrust forward； as he watched the lighthouse at the harbor entrance slip past with terrible slowness。 His whole mind and body； every nerve was concentrated on moving the ship as far away from the populated city as possible before the ammonium nitrate was detonated。
The water turned from gray…green to emerald and the ship started to roll slightly as it plowed into the swells marching in from the sea。 The Amy Bigalow was taking in water through her ripped bow plates； but she still answered her helm and chased after the tailing wake of the tugboat。
His whole body ached from exhaustion。 He drove himself on with sheer willpower。 The blood from the cuts he received from the blast of the frigate's guns had hardened into dark red streaks down his face。 He was oblivious to the sweat and the clothes sticking to his body。
He closed his eyes for a moment and wished he was back in his hangar apartment with a Bombay gin martini； sitting in a steaming shower。 God； he was tired。
A sudden gust of wind blew in through the shattered bridge windows and he opened his eyes again。 He studied the shorelines both port and starboard。 The hidden gun emplacements around the harbor remained silent and there were still no signs of aircraft or patrol vessels。 Despite the battle with the naval frigate no alarm had been given。 The confusion and lack of intelligence among the Cuban military security forces were working in their favor。
The still sleeping city lingered behind as if tied to the trailing ship's stern。 The sun was up now and the convoy in naked view up and down the coast。
A few more minutes； a few more minutes； he said in his mind over and over。
Velikov was ordered to stop on a quiet corner near Cathedral Square in old Havana。 He was led into a shabby building with dusty and cracked windows； past glass cases displaying faded posters of 1940s movie stars staring at the camera while seated at the bar inside。
A one…time watering hole patronized by wealthy American celebrities； Sloppy Joe's was now only a dingy hole in the wall； long forgotten except by an elderly few。 Four people were seated off to one side of the tarnished and neglected bar。
The interior was dark and smelled of disinfectant and decay。 Velikov didn't recognize his hosts until he was halfway across the unswept floor。 Then he stopped short and stared unbelieving； a sudden nausea growing within him。
Jessie LeBaron was sitting between a strange fat man and Raul Castro。 The fourth party stared back ominously。
〃Good morning； General；〃 said Fidel Castro。 〃I'm happy you could join us。〃
Pitt's ears picked up the drone of an aircraft。 He released his hold on the wheel and stepped to the door of the bridge wing。
A pair of helicopter gunships were beating along the shore from the north。 His gaze swung back to the harbor entrance。 A gray warship was charging through the channel at full speed； throwing up a big bow wave。 A Soviet destroyer this time； pencil…thin； forward guns trained on the creeping； defenseless death ships。 The chase that nobody could win was on。
Jack stepped out onto the deck of the tugboat and looked up at the broken； twisted wreck of the Amy Bigalow's bridge。 He marveled that anyone was still alive and manning the helm。 He made a gesture to his ear and waited until a hand waved back in understanding。 He watched as a crewman hurried to the freighter's stern and gave the same signal to Moe on board the Ozero Zaysan。 Then he returned inside and called out on the radio。
〃This is Pisto。 Do you read？ Over。〃
〃Loud and clear；〃 replied Pitt。
〃I've got you；〃 Moe added。
〃This is as good a time as any to tie your helms and abandon ship；〃 said Jack。
〃Good riddance；〃 Moe snorted。 〃Let these hell buckets go up by themselves。〃
〃We'll leave our engines running at full ahead；〃 said Pitt。 〃What about the Pisto？〃
〃I'll man her a few more minutes to make sure the ships don't circle back to shore；〃 replied Jack。
〃Better not be late。 Castro's boys are ing through the slot。〃
〃I see them；〃 said Jack。 〃Good luck。 Out。〃
Pitt locked the helm in the Dead Ahead position and called up Manny。 The tough chief engineer needed no urging。 He and his men were swinging the ship's motor launch out in its davits three minutes later。 They scrambled aboard and were beginning to lower it when Pitt jumped over the railing and dropped in。
〃Almost left you behind；〃 shouted Manny。
〃I radioed the destroyer and told her to stand clear or we'd blow up the munitions ship。〃
Before Manny could reply； there was an echoing thunderlike rumble。 A few seconds later a shell plunged into the sea fifty yards in front of the Pisto。
〃They didn't buy your bill of goods；〃 Manny grunted。 He started the boat's engine and engaged the gearbox to equal the ship's headway when they hit the water。 The falls were cast off and they were thrown broadside into the wash； almost swamping the launch。 The Amy Bigalow swept past on her final voyage； deserted and destined for obliteration。
Manny turned and saw that Moe and his crew were lowering the Ozero Zaysan's launch。 It smashed into a swell and was thrown against the steel sides with such force that the seams on the starboard side were sprung and the bottom half awash； drowning the engine。
〃We've got to help them；〃 said Pitt。
〃Right you are；〃 Manny agreed。
Before they could e about； Jack had appraised the situation and yelled through his bullhorn； 〃Leave them be。 I'll pick them up after I cut loose。 Look to yourselves and head for shore。〃
Pitt took the pilot's chair from a crewman who had smashed his fingers in the davit ropes。 He sheered the launch toward the tall buildings lining the Malecon waterfront and crammed the throttle against its stop。
Manny was looking back at the tug and the drifting launch that carried Moe's crew。 His face went gray as the destroyer fired again and twin columns of water straddled the Pisto。 The spray crashed down on her upper works； but she shook off the deluge and plowed on。
Moe turned away with a feeling of dread that he did not show。 He knew he would never see his friends alive again。
Pitt was gauging the distance between the retreating ships and the shore。 They were still close enough for the explosives to devastate a major share of Havana； he judged grimly； way too close。
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