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The bowl was a giant dish…shaped radio and television antenna and the bogus palm trees were hydraulic arms that raised and lowered it。 Pitt was stunned at the implication of what he had accidentally discovered。 He knew now that buried under the sands of the island was a vast munications center。
But for exactly what purpose？
Pitt had no time to reflect。 But he was determined more than ever to get free。 He continued walking in the shadows。 The village was farther than he remembered。 He was a mass of sweat and panted heavily from exhaustion when he finally stumbled into the yard where he'd hidden the outboard motor under the bathtub。 He thankfully dropped the gas cans and lay down on the old mattress and dozed for an hour。
Although he could not afford the time； the short rest refreshed him considerably。 It also allowed his mind to create。 An idea crystallized that was so incredibly simple in concept he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before。
He carried the gas cans down to the lagoon。 Then he returned for the outboard。 Looking through piles of trash； he located a short plank that showed no rot。 The last chore was the hardest。 Necessity was the mother of invention； Pitt kept telling himself。
Forty…five minutes later； he had dragged the old bathtub from its resting place in the yard down the road to the water's edge。
Using the plank as a transom； Pitt bolted the outboard to the rear of the tub。 Next he cleaned out the fuel filter and blew out the lines。 A piece of tin bent in a cone served as a funnel to fill the outboard's tank。 By holding his thumb over the bottom hole he could also use it for a bailing can。 His final act before stuffing a rag plug in the drain was to knock off the bathtub's four webbed feet with an iron bar。
He pulled at the starter cord twelve times before the motor sputtered； caught； and began to purr。 He shoved the tub into deeper water until it floated。 Then he climbed in。 The ballast weight of his body and the two full gas cans made it surprisingly stable。 He lowered the propeller shaft into the water and pushed the gear lever to Forward。
The oddball craft slowly moved out into the lagoon and headed for the main channel。 A shaft of moonlight showed the sea was calm； the swells no more than two feet。 Pitt concentrated on the surf。 He had to pass through the breaking waves and place as much distance between himself and the island by sunrise as possible。
He slowed the motor and timed the breakers； counting them。 Nine heavies crashed one behind the other； leaving a long trough separating the tenth。 Pitt pushed the throttle to Full and settled in the stern of the tub。 The next wave was low and crashed immediately in front of him。 He took the impact of the churning foam bow…on and plowed through。 The tub staggered； then the propeller bit the water and it surged over the crest of the following wave before it curled。
Pitt let out a hoarse shout as he broke free。 The worst was over。 He knew he could only be discovered by sheer accident。 The bathtub was too small to be picked up by radar。 He eased up on the throttle to conserve the motor and the fuel。 Dragging his hand in the water； he guessed his speed at about four knots。 He should be well clear of Cuban waters by morning。
He looked up at the heavens； took his bearings； picked out a star to steer by； and set a course for the Bahama Channel。
SELENOS 8
October 30； 1989
Kazakhstan； USSR
With a fireball brighter than the Siberian sun； Selenos 8 rose into a chilly blue sky carrying the 110…ton manned lunar station。 The super rocket and four strap…on boosters； generating 14 million pounds of thrust； threw out a tail of orange…yellow flame 1；000 feet long and 300 feet wide。 White smoke burst around the launch pad and the rumble from the engines rattled glass twelve miles away。 At first it lifted so ponderously that it hardly seemed to be moving at all。 Then it picked up speed and thundered skyward。
Soviet President Antonov observed the liftoff from an armored glass bunker through a pair of large binoculars mounted on a tripod。 Sergei Kornilov and General Yasenin stood beside him； intently monitoring voice munications between the cosmonauts and the space control center。
〃An inspiring sight；〃 Antonov muttered in awe。
〃A textbook launch；〃 Kornilov said。 〃They'll reach escape velocity in four minutes。〃
〃Does all go well？〃
〃Yes； rade President。 All systems are functioning normally。 And they are exactly on track。〃
Antonov gazed at the long tongue of flame until it finally vanished。 Only then did he sigh and step away from the binoculars。 〃Well； gentlemen； this space spectacular should take the world's eyes off the next American shuttle flight to their new orbital station。〃
Yasenin nodded in agreement and gripped Kornilov's shoulder。 〃My congratulations； Sergei。 You stole the Yankee triumph for the Soviet Union。〃
〃No brilliance on my part；〃 said Kornilov。 〃Because of orbital mechanics； our lunar launch window happened to be open for an advantageous shot several hours ahead of their scheduled launch。〃
Antonov stared into the sky as if mesmerized。 〃I assume American intelligence isn't privy to the fact our cosmonauts are not what they seem。〃
〃A flawless deception；〃 Yasenin said without reservation。 〃The switch of five space scientists for specially trained soldiers shortly before liftoff went smoothly。〃
〃I hope we can say the same about the crash program to replace test equipment with weapons；〃 said Kornilov。 〃The scientists whose experiments were canceled nearly caused a riot。 And the engineers； who were ordered to redesign the interior of the station to acmodate new weight factors and weapon storage requirements； became angry at not being told the reason behind the last…minute changes。 Their displeasure will most certainly be leaked。〃
〃Don't lose any sleep over it；〃 Yasenin laughed。 〃The American space authorities will suspect nothing until munication with their precious moon base goes dead。〃
〃Who is in mand of our assault team？〃 asked Antonov。
〃Major Grigory Leuchenko。 An expert on guerrilla warfare。 The major won many victories against the rebels in Afghanistan。 I can personally vouch for his qualities as a loyal and outstanding soldier。〃
Antonov nodded thoughtfully。 〃A good choice； General。 He should find the lunar surface little different from that of Afghanistan。〃
〃There is no question that Major Leuchenko will conduct a successful operation。〃
〃You forget the American astronauts； General；〃 said Kornilov。
〃What about them？〃
〃The photographs demonstrate they have weapons too。 I pray they are not fanatics who will wage a strong fight to protect their facility。〃
Yasenin smiled indulgently。 〃Pray； Sergei？ Pray to whom？ Certainly not to any God。 He won't help the Americans once Leuchenko and his men begin their attack。 The oute is a foregone conclusion。 Scientists cannot stand up against professional soldiers trained to kill。〃
〃Do not underrate them。 That's all I have to say。〃
〃Enough！〃 Antonov said loudly。 〃I'll hear no more of this defeatist talk。 Major Leuchenko has the double advantage of surprise and superior weaponry。 Less than sixty hours from now the first real battle for space will begin。 And I do not expect the Soviet Union to lose it。〃
In Moscow； Vladimir Polevoi sat at his desk in the KGB center on Dzerzhinski Square； reading a report from General Velikov。 He did not glance up as Lyev Maisky strode into the room and sat down without an invitation。 Maisky's face was mon； blank and one…dimensional like his personality。 He was Polevoi's deputy head of the First Chief Directorate； the foreign operations arm of the KGB。 Maisky's relations with Polevoi were restrained； but they plemented each other。
Finally； Polevoi's eyes bored through Maisky。 〃I'd like an explanation。〃
〃The LeBarons' presence was unforeseen；〃 Maisky said tersely。
〃Mrs。 LeBaron and her crew of treasure hunters； perhaps； but certainly not her husband。 Why did Velikov take him from the Cubans？〃
〃The general thought Raymond LeBaron migh
