if.thunderball-第19章
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aid the words there came a dull boom and a cloud of black smoke。 The flames spurted； In the distance； sirens sounded。 Bond edged through the people and strode quickly back toward his headquarters； his thoughts racing。
The inquiry made Bond lose two planes to New York。 By the time the police had put out the fire and had transported the bits of man and the bits of machinery and bomb casing to the morgue it was quite clear that they would have nothing to go on but the shoes； the number on the gun； some fibers and shreds of clothing； and the car。 The car…hire people remembered nothing but a man with dark glasses； a driver's license in the name of Johnston； and a handful of fivers。 The car had been hired three days before for one week。 Plenty of people remembered the motorcyclist； but it seemed that he had no rear number plate。 He had gone like a bat out of hell toward Baker Street。 He wore goggles。 Medium build。 Nothing else。
Bond had not been able to help。 He had seen nothing of the Volkswagen driver。 The roof of the Volkswagen had been too low。 There had only been a hand and the glitter of a gun。
The Secret Service asked for a copy of the police report and M instructed that this should be sent to the Thunderball war room。 He saw Bond briefly again； rather impatiently； as if it had all been Bond's fault。 Then he told Bond to forget about it…it was probably something to do with one of his past cases。 A hangover of some kind。 The police would get to the bottom of it in time。 The main thing was operation Thunderball 。 Bond had better get a move on。
By the time Bond left the building for the second time； it had begun to rain。 One of the mechanics from the car pool at the back of the building had done what he could； knocking out the remains of the Bentley's windscreen and cleaning the bits out of the car； but when he got home at lunch time Bond was soaked to the skin。 He left the car in a nearby garage； telephoned Rolls and his insurance pany （he had got too close to a lorry carrying steel lengths； for reinforced concrete presumably。 No； he had not got the lorry's number。 Sorry； but you know how it is when these things happen all of a sudden）； and then went home and had a bath and changed into his dark blue tropical worsted。 He packed carefully…one large suitcase and a hold…all for his underwater swimming gear…and went through to the kitchen。
May was looking rather contrite。 It seemed as if she might make another speech。 Bond held up his hand。 〃Don't tell me； May。 You were right。 I can't do my work on carrot juice。 I've got to be off in an hour and I need some proper food。 Be an angel and make me your kind of scrambled eggs…four eggs。 Four rashers of that American hickory…smoked bacon if we've got any left； hot buttered toast…your kind； not whole…meal…and a big pot of coffee； double strength。 And bring in the drink tray。〃
May looked at him； relieved but aghast。 〃Whatever happened； Mr。 James？〃
Bond laughed at the expression on her face。 〃Nothing； May。 It just occurred to me that life's too short。 Plenty of time to watch the calories when one gets to heaven。〃
Bond left May tut…tutting at this profanity； and went off to look to his armament。
9。 Multiple Requiem
So far as SPECTRE was concerned； Plan Omega had gone exactly as Blofeld had known it would and Phases I to III in their entirety had been pleted on schedule and without a hitch。
Giuseppe Petacchi； the late Giuseppe Petacchi； had been well chosen。 At the age of eighteen he had been co…pilot of a Fockewulf 200 from the Adriatic anti…submarine patrol； one of the few hand…picked Italian airmen who had been allowed to handle these German planes。 The group was issued with the latest German pressure mines charged with the new Hexogen explosive just when the tide had turned in the Allied battle up the spine of Italy。 Petacchi had known where his destiny lay and had gone into business for himself。 On a routine patrol； he had shot the pilot and the navigator； very carefully； with one 。38 bullet in the back of the head for each of them； and had brought the big plane skimming in； just above the waves to avoid the antiaircraft fire； to the harbor of Bari。 Then he had hung his shirt out of the cockpit as a token of surrender and had waited for the R。A。F。 launch。 He had been decorated by the English and the Americans for this exploit and had been awarded ￡10；000 from special funds for his presentation to the Allies of the pressure mine。 He had told a highly colored story to the Intelligence people of having been a one…man resistance ever since he had been old enough to join the Italian Air Force； and he emerged at the end of the war as one of Italy's most gallant resistance heroes。 From then on life had been easy…pilot and later captain in Alitalia when it got going again； and then back into the new Italian Air Force as colonel。 His secondment to NATO followed and then his appointment as one of the six Italians chosen for the Advance Striking Force。 But he was now thirty…four； and it occurred to him that he had had just about enough of flying。 He especially did not care for the idea of being part of the spearhead of NATO defenses。 It was time for younger men to provide the heroics。 And all his life he had had a passion for owning things…flashy； exciting； expensive things。 He had most of what he desired…a couple of gold cigarette cases； a solid gold Rolex Oyster Perpetual Chronometer on a flexible gold bracelet； a white convertible Lancia Gran Turismo； plenty of sharp clothes； and all the girls he wanted （he had once been briefly married but it had not been a success）。 Now he desired； and what he desired he often got； a particular Ghia…bodied 3500 G。T。 Maserati he had seen at the Milan motor show。 He also wanted Out…out of the pale green corridors of NATO； out of the Air Force； and； therefore； off to new worlds with a new name。 Rio de Janeiro sounded just right。 But all this meant a new passport； plenty of money； and 〃organismo〃…the vital 〃organismo。〃
The organismo turned up； and turned up bearing just those gifts that Petacchi lusted for。 It came in the shape of an Italian named Fonda who was at that time No。 4 in SPECTRE and who had been casing the personnel of NATO； via Versailles and Paris night clubs and restaurants； for just such a man。 It had taken one whole very careful month to prepare the bait and inch it forward toward the fish and； when it was finally presented； No。 4 had been almost put off by the greed with which it had been gobbled。 There was delay while the possibility of a double…cross was probed by SPECTRE； but finally all the lights were green and the full proposition was laid out for inspection。 Petacchi was to get on the Vindicator training course and highjack the plane。 （There was no mention of atomic weapons。 This was a Cuban revolutionary group who wanted to call attention to its existence and aims by a dramatic piece of self…advertisement。 Petacchi closed his ears to this specious tale。 He didn't mind in the least who wanted the plane so long as he was paid。） In exchange； Petacchi would receive 1；000；000； a new passport in any name and nationality he chose； and immediate onward passage from the point of delivery to Rio de Janeiro。 Many details were discussed and perfected； and when； at eight o'clock in the evening of that June 2nd； the Vindicator screamed off down the runway and out over St。 Alban's Head； Petacchi was tense but confident。
For the training flights； a couple of ordinary civil aircraft seats had been fixed inside the roomy fuselage just back of the large cockpit； and Petacchi sat quietly for a whole hour and watched the five men at work at the crowded dials and instruments。 When it came to his turn to fly the plane he was quite satisfied that he could dispense with all five of them。 Once he had set George； there would be nothing to do but stay awake and make certain from time to time that he was keeping exactly at 32；000 feet； just above the transatlantic air channel。 There would be a tricky moment when he turned off the east…west channel on to the North…South for the Bahamas； but this had all been worked out for him and every move he would have to make was written down in t
