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ncy diesel generator going and light off the burners in the furnace to heat the fuel oil。 The lines have to be drained of condensation； the boilers fired up； and the auxiliaries put on line。 Then wait for the steam pressure to rise enough to operate the turbines。 We're looking at four hours providin' everything goes right。〃
〃Four hours？〃 Clark felt dazed。
〃Then the Any Bigalow can't clear the harbor before daylight；〃 said Pitt。
〃That wraps it。〃 There was a tired certainty in Clark's voice。
〃No； that doesn't wrap it；〃 said Pitt firmly。 〃If we get even one ship past the harbor entrance we cut the death toll by a third。〃
〃And we all die；〃 added Clark。 〃There'll be no escape。 Two hours ago I'd have given us a fifty…fifty chance of surviving。 Not now； not when your old friend Velikov spots his monstrous plan steaming over the horizon。 And lest we forget the Soviet colonel sitting on the bottom of the bay； he'll be missed before long and a regiment will e looking for him。〃
〃And there's that captain of the security guards；〃 said Manny。 〃He'll wise up damned quick when he catches hell for leaving his duty area without proper orders。〃
The thump of heavy diesel engines slowly amplified outside and a ship's bell gave off three muted rings。
Pitt peered through the bridge windows。 〃Jack's ing alongside with the tug。〃
He turned and faced the lights of the city。 They reminded him of a vast jewelry box。 He began to think of the multitude of children who went to bed looking forward to the holiday celebrations。 He wondered how many of them would never wake up。
〃There's still hope；〃 he said at last。 Quickly he outlined what he thought would be the best solution for reducing the devastation and saving most of Havana。 When he finished； he looked from Manny to Clark。 〃Well； is it workable？〃
〃Workable？〃 Clark was numb。 〃Myself and three others holding off half the Cuban Army for three hours？ It's downright homicidal。〃
〃Manny？〃
Manny stared at Pitt； trying to make something of the craggy face that was barely visible from the lights on the wharf。 Why would an American throw away his life for people who would shoot him on sight？ He knew he'd never find the answer in the darkened wheelhouse of the Amy Bigalow； and he shrugged in slow finality。
〃We're wastin' time；〃 he said as he turned and headed back to the ship's engine room。
The long black limousine eased to a quiet stop at the main gate of Castro's hunting lodge in the hills southeast of the city。 One of the two flags mounted on the front bumper symbolized the Soviet Union and the other marked the passenger as a high…ranking military officer。
The visitors' house outside the fenced estate was the headquarters for Castro's elite bodyguard force。 A man in a tailored uniform but showing no insignia walked slowly up to the car。 He looked at the shadowed form of a big Soviet officer sitting in the darkness of the backseat and at the identification that was held out the window。
〃Colonel General Kolchak。 You do not have to prove yourself to me。〃 He threw a wavelike salute。 〃Juan Fernandez； chief of Fidel's security。〃
〃Don't you ever sleep？〃
〃I'm a night owl；〃 said Fernandez。 〃What brings you here at this ungodly hour？〃
〃A sudden emergency。〃
Fernandez waited for further elaboration； but none came。 He began to feel uneasy。 He knew that only a critical situation could bring the Soviets' highest…ranking military representative out at three…thirty in the morning。 He wasn't sure how to deal with it。
〃I'm very sorry； sir； but Fidel left strict orders not to be disturbed by anyone。〃
〃I respect President Castro's wishes。 However； it's Raul I must speak with。 Please tell him I'm here on a matter of extreme urgency that must be dealt with face to face。〃
Fernandez mulled over the request for a moment and then nodded。 〃I'll phone up to the lodge and tell his aide you're on your way。〃
〃Thank you。〃
Fernandez waved to an unseen man in the visitors' house and the electronically operated gate swung open。 The limousine drove up a curving road that hugged the hills for about two miles。 Finally； it pulled up in front of a large Spanish…style villa that overlooked a panorama of dark hills dotted by distant lights。
The driver's boot crunched on the gravel drive as he stepped around to the passenger's door。 He did not open it but stood there for nearly five minutes； casually observing the guards that patrolled the grounds。 At last； Raul Castro's chief of staff came yawning through the front door。
〃Colonel General； what an unexpected pleasure；〃 he said without enthusiasm。 〃Please e in。 Raul is on his way down。〃
Without replying； the Soviet officer heaved his bulk from the car and followed the aide over a wide patio and into the foyer of the lodge。 He held a handkerchief over his face and snorted into it。 His driver came also； keeping a few steps behind。 Castro's aide stood aside and gestured toward the trophy room。 〃Please make yourselves fortable。 I'll order some coffee。〃
Left alone； the two stood silently with their backs to the open doorway and stared at an army of boar heads mounted on the walls and the dozens of stuffed birds perched around the room。
Raul Castro soon entered in pajamas and silk paisley robe。 He halted in midstride as his guests turned and faced him。 His brows knitted together in surprise and curiosity。
〃Who the devil are you？〃
〃My name is Ira Hagen； and I bear a most important message from the President of the United States。〃 Hagen paused and nodded at his driver； who doffed her cap； allowing a mass of hair to fall to her shoulders。 〃May I present Mrs。 Jessie LeBaron。 She's endured great hardship to deliver a personal reply from the President to your brother regarding his proposed U。S。…Cuban friendship pact。〃
For a moment the silence in the room was so total that Hagen became conscious of the ticking of an elaborate grandfather clock standing against the far wall。 Raul's dark eyes darted from Hagen to Jessie and held。
〃Jessie LeBaron is dead；〃 he said in quiet astonishment。
〃I survived the crash of the blimp and torture by General Peter Velikov。〃 Her voice was calm and manding。 〃We carry documented evidence that he intends to assassinate you and Fidel tomorrow morning during the Education Day celebration。〃
The directness of the statement； the tone of authority behind it； made an impression on Raul。
He hesitated thoughtfully。 Then he nodded。 〃I'll wake Fidel and ask him to listen to what you have to say。〃
Velikov watched as a file cabinet from his office was jostled onto a handcart and taken by elevator down to the fireproof basement of the Soviet Embassy。 His second…ranking KGB officer entered the disarranged room； brushed some papers from a chair； and sat down。
〃Seems a shame to burn all of this；〃 he said tiredly。
〃A new and finer building will rise from the ashes；〃 said Velikov with a cunning smile。 〃Gift of a grateful Cuban government。〃
The phone buzzed and Velikov quickly answered。 〃What is it？〃
The voice of his secretary replied。 〃Major Borchev wishes to talk to you。〃
〃Put him on。〃
〃General？〃
〃Yes； Borchev； what's your problem？〃
〃The captain in mand of waterfront security has left his post along with his men and returned to their base outside the city。〃
〃They left the ships unguarded？〃
〃Well。 。 。 not exactly。〃
〃Did they or did they not desert their post？〃
〃He claims he was relieved by a guard force under the mand of a Colonel Ernesto Perez。〃
〃I issued no such order。〃
〃I'm aware of that； General。 Because if you had； it would have most certainly e to my attention。〃
〃Who is this Perez and what military unit is he assigned to？〃
〃My staff has checked Cuban military files。 They find no record of him。〃
〃I personally sent Colonel Mikoyan to inspect security measures around the ships。 Make contact and ask him what in hell is happening down there。〃
〃I've tried to raise him for the past half hour；〃 said Borchev。 〃He doesn't respond。〃
Another line buzzed； and Velikov placed Borchev on
