johngardner.winloseordie-第39章
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tle sliding window open。 'There's a mate of mine。 I'd like to give him a message。'
'Be my guest。'
The taxi pulled over in front of the pedestrian； and the cabbie leaned out and called； 'Nobby； can you give Di a message for me。 I've got to go out to G'atwick。 I'll give her a bell from there。'
The man came abreast of the cab； as though straining to hear the driver。 Then； as he reached the passenger door； he yanked it open； and Dan Woodward found himself staring into the wrong end of a Heckler and Koch nine millimetre； modified to take a noise reduction assembly。
'One wrong move and you're dead。' the pedestrian smiled and gol into the cab next to the startled Woodward； and the cab drew smoothly away。 By the time they reached the T…junction which led them onto Park Lane； Woodward was unconscious。 He had not even felt the hypo go through his coat and into his arm。
The cab headed towards Notting Hill； where it would need to make a detour to get onto the M25 and on to Gatwick。 In the Bayswater Road it turned right into a cul…de…sac； and pulled up in front of one of those quiet little mews houses that now cost an arm and two legs in London。 The cab parked very close to the door and the driver and his panion got out。 A woman in the uniform of a nurse was already waiting； the door of the house open。 Within two minutes they had the unconscious Woodward inside； the driver ing out to get his case and carry it indoors。
They dumped the unconscious man on a sofa。
〃He'll be out for twenty…four hours。' the driver said to the woman； as he went through Woodward's pockets； while his partner worked the locks on the case。 'We'll help you get him into the secure room。 I need him quiet for around four or five days。 Ah 。 。 。'He removed a hunch of papers which included a passport； and an official…looking batch of documents。
He sat down ai ihe foot of the sofa and began going through the papers。 Frowning； he got up； went to the telephone and dialled the Gibraltar code and The Rock Hotel； asking to be put through to Mr Underwood's room。 'Very urgent；' he said。
In Gibraltar； both Baradj and Hamarik were waiting。 'Okay；〃 the man in London said。 'You'll need a United States Diplomatic Passport。 Is that difficult？'
That； we can fix here。 Just read off ihe details。'
The London man then went through the rest of the information。 'We have one problem。 They're supposed to be meeting him off ВА4У8 which gels in at local 13。45。 They actually wrote down a contact procedure； which means they don't know him al that end。'
'Is there a contact number？'
'Yes/
'Okay。 Give it to me。'
The London man rattled off the string of numbers； and Baradj replied； 'Okay。 Are the documents essential？'
'Yes。 They're his orders； and there's a paper he has to show to the guys meeting him。'
'Right。 Use your own passport； but check in as Woodward。 They never know the difference there。 As long as the number of passports tallies with the number of people： and it's no offence to travel under an alias … unless you're up to something criminal； which； of course； you're not。 You e through into the concourse； it's small and usually busy。 On the right side； when you e through you'll find the Men's Room。 It's poky and unpleasant； but my man will be wailing。 He'll have a Woodward passport。 He'll take the papers and case from you； e out and run through the contact procedure。 Now； Bob； you do it。 Nobody else。 1 trust you to go through all this。 Now； you'll have to get a move on。 Go。'
Bond had been correct； the girl who called herself Sarah Deeley simply refused to answer any questions。 She sat in the cell； restrained by whal amounted lo a strait…jacket； and looked Bond in the eyes； unflinching； as he poured question afler question at her。 She even smiled at him a couple of times。 After an hour of this； he gave up。 Best leave her to the professionals when they gol lo Gibraltar。
The Rear…Admiral was on the bridge when he reported his lack of success。
'You people gol any specialists in Gib？' Walmsley asked。
'Why； sir？'
'I've got a Sea King going off to Gib in twenty minutes。 It'll just make it there and back； if they juice her up in Gib。 They're bringing in Morgan's replacement。'
〃Desperate Dan？'
Walmsley seemed to have lost any humour that might have lurked behind his cold blue eyes。 'I believe they call him that。 You gol anyone in Gib？'
'Let me check it out sir。 If the answer's yes； I'll see he's brought back。'
'Let me know before take…off。 You only have twenty minutes。'
It took Bond fifteen minutes to make contaci。 Yes； they had
an interrogation specialist with the unlikely name； for his skills； of Donald Speaker who would be delighted со have a go。
So it was that when Flight BA498 landed； slightly lale； al two o'clock lhat afternoon； the Sea King from Invincible was sitting； juiced up。 on the helipad away from the terminal building。 Its crew of Ihree were aboard； plus Donald Speaker； a red…bearded； casually…dressed little man with the sharp look of a bank inspector about him。
The Lieutenant mander from Invincible's Executive Officer's staff waited in the arrivals' terminal … which； in Gibraltar； is also the departure terminal。 He did nol notice that one passenger from BA498 came through the gates； lugging his flight…bag； and made slraight for the Men's Room： while a few seconds later another man came out。 carrying the same flight…bag； and with his passport in his left hand； held over his breast pocket。 To the Lieutenanl mander this was simply ＇he man for whom he had been waiting； giving all the signals …bag in righl hand； passport in left hand； held high just under his breast pocket where his boarding card stuck out almost a couple of inches。
The Lieutenant mander smiled and approached the civilian。 'Mr Woodward？'
'Yes； I'm Dan Woodward；' said Abou Hamarik。 'Want to see the ID？'
'Better take a quick shufti。 My name's Hallam。 by the way。' the Lieutenant mander grinned。 'Your diplomatic status stamp looks damned impressive。 Well； wele aboard Mr Woodward。'
'Jusi call me Dan。'
They crossed the metalled apron； walking quickly towards the Sea King。 As they did so they saw the stop lights e on； and traffic grind to a halt on the road that ran straight across the runway。 A Royal Air Force Tornado came hurtling in with its droops and spoilers fully extended。 Their ears sang but cleared by the time they reached the Sea King。 The crewman helped them up。 and Hallam introduced him to everyone。 Speaker just gave him a nod； as though he did not approve of Americans being given free rides on Royal Navy helicopters。
'Great；' Hallam said； just before the rotors began to turn。 'We'll be back in very good time for Stewards' Meeting。'
'What's Stewards' Meeting？' Speaker asked。 He had a slight； unidentifiable acccnl； and a suspicious nasal tone in his voice。
'I'm sorry；' Hallam turned to him with a smile。 〃If you don't know what it is； you're not cleared for it。 Righl； Dan？'
'Most definitely right；' Abou Hamarik said。 Soon； he though！； ihe whole world will know about Stewards' Meeting。 And there will be things the whole world will not wish to know。
The Sea King rose from the pad； lowered its nose； turned away from the Spanish mainland； banked and set course out to sea and HMS Invincible。
14
Stewards' Meeting
'D'you hear there！ D'you hear there！ This is the Captain。' Sir John Walmsley's voice rang out through the ship's Tannoy system； and。 as ever； all ranks stopped what they were doing and raised their heads to listen。
Invincible had slowed down to a point where she was hardly moving in the light sea。 Outside； at 22。00 hours； it was black as pitch； but the flight…deck was fully lit and an S and R Sea King hovered off the port side。
'I want all ranks to listen out； and listen carefully。 We still have the submarine wolf pack with us。 though I am assured that they will in no way impede our progress to Gibraltar。 Regarding Exercise Landsea '89 there is a political stalemate； and talks between various countries will restart tomorrow morning。 So far no further incidents have been reported within the boundaries of the European continent； though our forces … Red Side … are still known to be operating behind enemy lines。 T
