cyclops-第71章
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Velikov raised his eyebrow in a practiced motion and gave Maisky a wary stare。 〃New instructions？〃
〃Yes； a most plicated operation。〃
〃I hope the chief of the KGB isn't ordering me to postpone the Castro assassination project。〃
〃Not at all。 In fact； I've been asked to tell you the ships with the required cargoes for the job will arrive in Havana Harbor half a day ahead of schedule。〃
Velikov nodded gratefully。 〃We can use the extra time。〃
〃Have you encountered any problems？〃 asked Maisky。
〃Everything is running smoothly。〃
〃Everything？〃 Maisky repeated。 〃rade Polevoi was not happy about the escape of one of your prisoners。〃
〃He need not worry。 A fisherman found the missing man's body in his nets。 The secret of this installation is still secure。〃
〃And what of the others？ You must know the State Department is demanding their release from Cuban officials。〃
〃A crude bluff；〃 Velikov replied。 〃The CIA hasn't a shred of proof the intruders are still alive。 The fact that Washington is demanding their release from the Cubans instead of us proves they're shooting in the dark。〃
〃The question is； What are they shooting at？〃 Maisky paused and removed a platinum cigarette holder from his breast pocket。 He lit a long； unfiltered cigarette and exhaled the smoke toward the ceiling。 〃Nothing must delay Rum and Cola。〃
〃Castro will speak as promised。〃
〃Can you be sure he won't suddenly change his mind？〃
〃If history repeats itself； we're on firm ground。 El jefe maximo； the big boss； hasn't turned down a chance to make a speech yet。〃
〃Barring accident； sickness； or hurricane。〃
〃Some things are beyond human control； but I don't intend to fail。〃
A uniformed guard appeared with a chilled bottle of vodka and a glass resting in a bed of ice。 〃Only one glass； General？ You're not joining me？〃
〃Perhaps a brandy later。〃
Velikov waited patiently until Maisky had consumed a third of the bottle。 Then he took the leap。
〃May I ask the deputy of the First Chief Directorate to enlighten me on this new operation？〃
〃Of course；〃 Maisky said sociably。 〃You are to use whatever electronic capability under your mand to force the United States space shuttle down in Cuban territory。〃
〃Did I hear you correctly？〃 asked Velikov； stunned。
〃Your orders； which e from rade President Antonov； are to break into the puterized guidance control sensors of the space shuttle Gettysburg between its earth reentry and approach to Cape Canaveral and direct it to land on our military airfield at Santa Clara。〃
Frowning； baffled； Velikov openly stared at Maisky as if the KGB deputy were mad。 〃If I may say so； that's the craziest scheme the directorate has ever conceived。〃
〃Nevertheless； it has all been worked out by our space scientists；〃 Maisky said airily。 He rested his foot on a large accountant's…type briefcase。 〃The data are all here for programming your puters and training your staff。〃
〃My people are munications engineers。〃 Velikov looked totally lost and sounded the same way。 〃They don't know anything about space dynamics。〃
〃They don't have to。 The puters will do it for them。 What is most important is that your equipment here on the island have the capability to override the Houston Space Control Center and take mand of the shuttle。〃
〃When is this act supposed to take place？〃
〃According to NASA； the Gettysburg begins her earth reentry roughly twenty…nine hours from now。〃
Velikov simply nodded his head。 The shock had quickly melted away and he regained total control； calm； mind clicking； the plete professional。 〃Of course； I'll give you every cooperation； but I don't mind saying it will take more than an ordinary miracle to acplish the unbelievable。〃
Maisky downed another glass of vodka and dismissed Velikov's pessimism with a wave of the hand。 〃Faith； General； not in miracles； but in the brains of Soviet scientists and engineers。 That's what will put America's most advanced spacecraft on the runway in Cuba。〃
Giordino stared dubiously at the plate sitting on his lap。 〃First they feed us slop and now it's sirloin steak and eggs。 I don't trust these bastards。 They probably spiced it with arsenic。〃
〃A cheap shot to build us up before they tear us down again；〃 said Gunn； ravenously digging into the meat。 〃But I'm going to ignore it。〃
〃This is the third day the goon in room six has left us alone。 Something smells。〃
〃You'd prefer having another rib broken？〃 Gunn muttered between mouthfuls。
Giordino probed the eggs with his fork； gave in； and tried them。 〃They're probably fattening us up for the kill。〃
〃I hope to God they've laid off Jessie too。〃
〃Sadists like Gly get turned on beating women。〃
〃Have you ever wondered why Velikov is never present during Gly's punch parties？〃
〃Typical of the Russians to let a foreigner do their dirty work； or maybe he can't stand the sight of blood。 How should I know？〃
Suddenly the door was flung open and Foss Gly stepped into the cell。 The thick； protruding lips parted in a smile； and the pupils of his eyes were deep； black； and empty。
〃Enjoying your dinner； gentlemen？〃
〃You forgot the wine；〃 Giordino said contemptuously。 〃And I like my steak medium rare。〃
Gly stepped closer and； before Giordino could guess his intentions； swung his fist in a vicious backhand against Giordino's rib cage。
Giordino gasped； and his entire body jerked in a convulsive spasm。 His face went ashen； and yet； incredibly； he gave a lopsided grin； blood rolling through the hairs of his stubbled chin from where his teeth had bitten his lower lip。
Gunn rose up from his cot on one arm and heaved his plate of food at Gly's head； the eggs spattering the side of the torturer's face； the half…eaten meat scoring a bull's…eye across the mouth。
〃A stupid reaction；〃 Gly said； his voice a furious whisper。 〃One you'll regret。〃 He reached down； grabbed Gunn's shattered ankle； and gave it a sickening twist。
Gunn clenched his fists； eyes glazed in pain； but uttered no sound。 Gly stepped back and studied him； seemingly fascinated。 〃You're tough； very tough； for a little man。〃
〃Crawl back in your hole； slime；〃 Giordino gasped； still catching his breath。
〃Stubborn； stubborn；〃 Gly sighed wearily。 For a quick second his eyes took on a pensive look； then the black emptiness returned； as cold and evil as if chiseled on a statue。 〃Ali； yes； you distracted me。 I came to deliver news of your friend Dirk Pitt。〃
〃What about him？〃
〃He tried to escape and was drowned。〃
〃You're lying；〃 said Gunn。
〃A Bahamian fisherman found him。 The American consulate has already identified the body； or what was left after the sharks were finished with it。〃 Then Gly wiped the egg from his face； removed the steak from Giordino's plate； dropped it on the floor； and ground his boot in it。 〃Bon appetit； gentlemen。〃
He walked from the cell and locked the door behind him。
Giordino and Gunn looked at each other in long silence； a sudden realization growing within them。 Then their faces lit up with broad grins that quickly turned into laughter。
〃He did it！〃 Giordino cried； his elation overing his pain。 〃Dirk made it home free！〃
The glamour experiments on the space station Columbus centered on the manufacture of exotic medicines； the growth of pure crystals for puter semiconductor chips； and gamma ray observation。 But the bread…and…butter activity of the forty…ton settlement on the fringe of the last frontier was the repair and service of satellites。
Jack Sherman； mander of the station； was in the cylinder…shaped maintenance module helping a team of engineers jockey a satellite into a repair cradle when a voice came through the central speaker。 〃You available； Jack？〃
〃I'm here。〃
〃Can you e to the mand module？〃
〃What's up？〃
〃We've got some joker breaking into our munications channel。〃
〃Pipe it down here。〃
〃Better you should e up。〃
〃Give me a couple of minutes。〃
The satellite secured and the airlock closed； Sherman peeled off his pressure suit and slipped his boots into a
