cussler.blueandgold-第49章
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〃We're going to have to do some digging to get all the de tails；〃 Rowland said。 〃We only know that the protocol was triggered by simultaneous queries to the intelligence…gathering munity that came from the National Underwater & Marine Agency。〃
〃NUMA？〃 The air over LeGrand's head crackled blue as he gave an impressive demonstration of his renowned skill for inventive expletive。 He slammed his big hand down on the desk with enough force to topple the pen from its holder and yelled at the nearest assistant。 〃Get James Sandecker on the phone。〃
Chapter 24
〃Were about twenty minutes from Albany；〃 Buzz Martin said。
Austin looked out the window of Martin's two…engine Piper Seneca。 The visibility was as unlimited as when they had left Baltimore earlier that afternoon。 Austin could practically read the names on the boats dotting the upper reaches of the Hudson River。
〃Thanks again for the lift。 My partner Joe Zavala usually chauffeurs me around on these junkets； but he's still in California。〃
Martin gave Austin a thumbs…up sign。 〃Hell； I'm the one who should be thanking you。 I'm sure you could have got up here on your own。〃
〃Probably； but my motives are not unselfish。 I need you to identify your father。〃
Martin glanced off at the Catskill Mountains to the west。 〃I wonder if I'll even recognize him after all these years。 It's been a long time。 He could have changed a lot。〃 A cloud passed over his sunny features。 〃Damn； ever since you called and asked me to fly you up here； I've been trying to figure out what I'm going to say to him。 I don't know whether to hug him or hit the old bastard。〃
〃You might shake his hand for starters。 Taking a swing at your long…lost father is no way to start a family reunion。〃
Martin chuckled。 〃Yeah； you're right。 But I can't stop being angry with him。 I want him to tell me why he left my mother and me and why he stayed hidden all these years； making us think he was dead。 Good thing my mother is gone。 She was an old…fashioned girl； and it would have killed her to think she had married while her first husband was still alive。 Hell；〃 he said with a catch in his voice； 〃I just hope I don't start bawling。〃
He picked up the microphone and called the Albany control tower for landing instructions。 Within minutes they were on the ground。
The car rental counter had no lines； and before long they were driving out of the city in a four…wheel…drive Pathfinder。 Austin headed southwest on Route 88 toward Binghamton through rolling hills and small farms。 About an hour from Albany he left the main highway and drove north to Cooperstown； an idyllic village whose neat main street looked like a set from a Frank Capra movie。 From Cooperstown they headed west on a winding two…lane country road。 This was James Fenimore Cooper's Leatherstocking country； and with a little imagination Austin could picture Hawkeye skulking through the wooded valleys with his Indian panions。 Towns and houses grew even farther apart。 In this part of the world the cows outnumbered the people。
Even with a map it was hard to find the place they were looking for。 Austin stopped at a gas station…general store； and Buzz went in for directions。 When he came out he was clearly excited。
〃The old…timer in there says he's known Bucky Martin for years。 'Nice fella。 Pretty much keeps to himself。' Go up this road a half a mile and turn left。 The farm is about five miles from there。〃
The road became narrow and bumpy； the tarmac almost an afterthought。 The farms alternated with thick patches of woods； and they almost missed the turnoff。 The only marker was an aluminum mailbox with no name or number on it。 A dirt driveway； past the mailbox into the woods。 They turned onto the driveway。
and passed through a copse of trees that shielded the house from the highway。 Eventually the trees gave way to pastures where small herds of cows grazed。 Finally； at least a half a mile from the road； they came upon the farmhouse。
The big two…story building was built in an era when three generations lived together to work a farm。 The decorative windows and stained glass indicated that the owner had been successful enough to afford extra touches。 A porch ran across the front。 Behind the house was a red barn and silo。 Next to the barn was a corral with two horses in it。 A fairly new pickup truck was parked in the yard。
Austin swung into the circular driveway and parked in front of the house。 No one came out to greet them。 There was no curious face in the windows。
〃Maybe you should let me go first；〃 Austin suggested。 〃It might help if I do a little prep work before you meet face…to face。〃
〃That's fine；〃 Buzz said。 〃I'm losing courage fast。〃
Austin squeezed Martin's arm。 〃You'll be fine。〃 He didn't know what he would have done in the man's place。 He doubted he would have been as calm。 〃I'll check him out and break it to him gradually。〃
〃I appreciate that；〃 Martin said。
Austin left the car； went up to the front door； and knocked several times。 No one answered。 Nor was there a response when he twisted the knob of the old doorbell。 He turned around and threw his hands apart so Martin could see。 He descended the porch and walked behind the house to the barn。 The only sound was the soft clucking of chickens and the occasional grunt from a rooting pig。
The barn door was open。 He walked inside； thinking that barns smelled the same the world over； an unmistakable bination of manure； hay； and big animals。 A horse snorted as he walked by its stall； maybe thinking he was bringing it sugar； but there was no sign of Martin。 He called out a hello and when there was no response walked out the back door。 The chickens under Wild Bill Donovan。 I was what they'd call a hit man today。 I pulled a few assignments after the war； then told them I wanted to retire。 The boss said there was no way they could let me do that。 I knew too much。 So we worked out a deal。 They'd keep me active for one more job。 The only problem was； they didn't know when the order would be carried out。 It could be five months or five years。〃 He chuckled。 〃No one figured it would go on this long； especially me。〃 Austin noticed that Martin had lost his folksy farm accent。 〃Who were you supposed to kill？〃
〃The government had this big secret they didn't want any one to know about。 They devised a system so that if anyone started snooping and got too close； the protocol would be activated。 Here's the real clever thing。 They would make potential opposition e to me。 They set me up here in the middle of nowhere。 When you started poking around； it triggered a series of mands。 One would tell you where I was。 The last would tell me to carry out the original sanction against the speaker of the House。 Seems he heard about the government's secret and was going to blow the whistle。〃
〃This protocol you're talking about must be fifty years old The congressman you were supposed to kill has been dead for years。〃
〃That doesn't matter；〃 he said with a shake of his head。 〃I'm still under orders。 Sad thing； that secret's so old it probably doesn't make a difference one way or the other。〃 He lapsed back into his farm accent； and the blue eyes grew hard and cold。 〃Sure glad you came； son。 I'm officially retired after this。〃
The gun came up。 Austin braced himself for the deafening blast。 He tensed his stomach muscles as if by sheer will he could prevent the slug from tearing into his rib cage。 Had he time ~o think about it； he would have ruminated on the irony； after surviving countless near…fatal assignments； of dying at the hands of a half…deaf； near…blind； octogenarian assassin。
A figure suddenly materialized behind Martin。 It was Buzz。 The old man's sight was still keen enough for him to detect an
involuntary change in Austin's expression。 He whirled around as Buzz cried out in surprise。 〃You're not my father！〃
The old man's body had shielded the shotgun； but now Buzz's eyes dropped from Martin's face to the weapon in his arms。 The farmer brought his gun up to his shoulder； but his reflexes were dulled by the years。 Austin had to make a split second decision。 He
