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wild rose。〃
The color abruptly washed from Jarvis's face。 〃But the battleship Iowa was scrapped。〃
〃Scrapped； or sold for scrap？〃 said Pitt。 〃There is a big difference。〃
A series of worry lines grew on Jarvis's forehead。
Pitt looked at Jarvis and let the worry lengthen。 〃If I were you； I'd run a check on all shipyards located on the western Chesapeake shoreline of Maryland。〃
〃Your phone。〃 It was more a mand than a request。
Pitt silently pointed to one on an end table。
Jarvis dialed a number。 Then； as he waited for an answer； he looked at Pitt。 〃Do you have a car that isn't an antique？〃
〃I have a NUMA car parked outside。〃
〃I came in a taxi；〃 said Jarvis。 〃Will you do the honors？〃
〃Give me a minute to clean up；〃 Pitt replied。
When Pitt emerged from the bathroom； Jarvis was waiting at the door。 〃You were right；〃 he said evenly。 〃As of yesterday； the battleship Iowa was docked at the Forbes Marine Scrap and Salvage Yard； in Maryland。〃
〃I know the facility；〃 said Pitt。 〃It's a few miles below the bay entrance to the Patuxent River。〃
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As Pitt drove through the rain； Jarvis seemed mesmerized by the flailing windshield wipers。 Finally his eyes focused and he made a casual gesture at the road ahead。 〃I make the next town to be Lexington Park。〃
〃Another four miles；〃 Pitt said without turning。
〃There is an all…night gas station on the outskirts；〃 Jarvis continued。 〃Pull up at the pay phone。〃
Minutes later the headlights picked out the Lexington Park city…limits sign。 In less than a mile； around a sweeping curve； a brightly lit service station beckoned through the soggy night。 Pitt turned in the driveway and parked beside an outside phone booth。
The station attendant sat warm and dry inside the office； his feet propped up on an old oil…burning stove。 He put down his magazine and for two or three minutes watched Pitt and Jarvis suspiciously through water…streaked windows。 Then； satisfied they weren't acting like holdup men； he returned to his reading。 The pay phone's light blinked out and Jarvis hurriedly ducked back into the passenger seat。
〃Any late word？〃 Pitt asked。
Jarvis nodded。 〃My staff has uncovered a piece of discouraging in…formation。〃
〃Bad news and dismal weather go hand in hand；〃 Pitt said。
〃The Iowa was stricken from Navy rolls and auctioned as surplus。 The winning bidder was an outfit called the Walvis Bay Investment Corpora…tion。〃
〃I've never heard of it。〃
〃The corporation is a financial front for the African Army of Revolu…tion。〃
Pitt gave a slight twist of the wheel to avoid a deep puddle in the road。 〃Is it possible Lusana pulled the rug from under the South African Defence Ministry's pipe dreams by outbidding them for the ship？〃
〃I doubt it。〃 Jarvis shivered from the damp cold and held his hands over the dashboard's defroster vents。 〃I'm convinced the South African Defence Ministry bought the Iowa； handling the transaction under the guise of Walvis Bay Investment。〃
〃You don't think Lusana is wise？〃
〃He has no way of knowing；〃 said Jarvis。 〃It's mon policy to keep the bidders' names confidential upon request。〃
〃Christ；〃 Pitt muttered； 〃the sale of the warheads by Phalanx Arms to the AAR 。 。 。〃
〃With a little more digging；〃 Jarvis said； his voice strained； 〃I'm afraid we'll find that Lusana and the AAR had nothing to do with that deal either。〃
〃That's the Forbes shipyard dead ahead；〃 Pitt said。
The high chain…link fence enclosing the shipyard met and began paral…leling the road。 At the main gate Pitt braked to a stop in front of a cable that stretched across the entrance。 Nothing of the ship could be seen through the falling rain。 Even the huge derricks were lost in the black…ness。 The guard was at Pitt's door almost before he rolled the window down。
〃May I help you； gentlemen？〃 he asked courteously。
Jarvis leaned across Pitt and displayed his credentials。 〃We'd like to confirm the Iowa's presence in the shipyard。〃
〃You can take it from me； sir； she's down at the dock。 Been there refitting close to six months。〃
Pitt and Jarvis exchanged worried looks at the word 〃refitting。〃
〃My orders are to admit no one without a pass or proper authority from pany officials；〃 the guard continued。 〃I'm afraid you'll have to wait until morning to take a tour of the ship。〃
Jarvis's face flushed with anger。 But before he could launch an official tirade； another car pulled up and a man wearing a dinner jacket emerged。
〃Problems； O'Shea？〃 he said。
〃These gentlemen want to enter the yard；〃 answered the guard； 〃but they don't have passes。〃
Jarvis swung out of the car and met the stranger halfway。 〃My name is Jarvis； director of the National Security Agency。 My friend is Dirk Pitt； he's with NUMA。 It's a matter of highest priority that we inspect the Iowa。〃
〃At three o'clock in the morning？〃 muttered the confused man； studying Jarvis's identification under the floodlights。 Then he turned to the guard。
〃They're okay； let them through。〃 He faced Jarvis again。 〃The way to the dock is a bit tricky。 I'd better e along。 By the way； I'm Metz； Lou Metz； superintendent of the shipyard。〃
Metz went back to his car and said something to a woman sitting on the passenger side。 〃My wife；〃 he explained； hunching into Pitt's backseat。 〃Tonight is our anniversary。 We were on our way home from celebrating and I happened to drop by the yard to pick up some blueprints。〃
O'Shea unhooked the barrier cable and dropped it to the wet ground。 He motioned to Pitt to hold while he leaned in the window。 〃If you see that bus driver； Mr。 Metz； ask him what's delaying his departure。〃
Metz looked puzzled。 〃Bus driver？〃
〃Came through about seven o'clock this evening carrying a load of about seventy black guys。 They were headed for the Iowa。〃
〃You let them through？〃 Metz asked incredulously。
〃They all had proper passes； including the driver of the truck； who followed them in。〃
〃Fawkes！〃 Metz snapped angrily。 〃What's that crazy Scot up to now？〃
Pitt shifted into drive and steered the car into the yard。 〃Who's Fawkes？〃 he asked。
〃Captain Patrick McKenzie Fawkes；〃 Metz said。 〃Royal Navy re…tired。 He made no secret of the fact that some black terrorist bunch hired him to refit the ship。 The man is nuttier than a cashew factory。〃
Jarvis turned and faced Metz。 〃How so？〃
〃Fawkes has driven me and my crew up the bulkheads giving the entire vessel a major face…lift。 He's made us strip her down next to nothing and replace half the superstructure with wood。〃
〃The/owa was never designed to float like a cork；〃 said Pitt。 〃If her buoyancy and gravity centers are drastically altered； she could capsize in a heavy storm。〃
〃Tell me about it；〃 Metz grunted。 〃I've argued with that stubborn bastard for months。 I might as well have farted at a hurricane for all the good it did me。 He even demanded we remove two perfectly good General Electric geared turbine engines and seal their shafts。〃 He paused and tapped Pitt on the shoulder。 〃Turn right at the next pile of steel plating and then swing a left at the derrick's rail tracks。〃
The temperature had dropped and the rain was being an icy sheet。 Two large boxlike shadows materialize