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"Al," Pitt called. "Catch."
If Giordino was surprised to see Pitt collar two more children he didn't show it. He reached up and gathered them in as effortlessly as if they were footballs 'Jump!" he yelled to Pitt. "She's going over."
Without lingering to answer, Pitt raced back to the cabin port.
He realized with only a small corner of his mind that saving the mother was a sheer act of desperation. He passed beyond conscious thought; his movements seemed those of another man, a total stranger.
The air was so hot and dry his perspiration evaporated before it seeped from his pores. The heat rose from the deck and penetrated the soles of his shoes. He stumbled and nearly fell as a heavy shudder ran through the doomed ship, and she gave a sudden lurch as the deck dropped on an increasing angle to port. She was in her final death agony before capsizing and sinking to the sea bottom.
Pitt found himself kneeling against the slanting cabin wall, reaching through the port. A pair of hands clasped his wrists and he pulled. The woman's shoulders and
breasts squeezed past the opening.
He gave another heave and then her hips scraped through.
The flames were running up and licking at his back. The deck was dropping away beneath his feet. He held the woman around the waist and leaped off the edge of the cabin as the Leonin Andreyev rolled over, her propellers twisting out of the water and arching toward the sun.
They were sucked under by the fierce rush of water, swirled around like dolls in a maelstrom. Pitt lashed out with his free hand and feet and struggled upward, seeing the glimmering surface turn from green to blue with agonizing slowness.
The blood pounded in his ears and his lungs felt as though they were filled with angry wasps. The thin veil of blackness began to tint his vision. He felt the woman go limp under his arm, her body creating an unwelcome drag, against his progress. He used up the last particles of oxygen, and a pyrotechnic display flared inside his head. One burst became a bright orange ball that exploaded until it exploded in a wavering flash.
He broke through the surface, his upturned face directed at the afternoon sun. Thankfully he inhaled deep waves of air, enough to ease the blackness, the pounding and the sting in his lungs. Then he quickly circled the woman's abdomen and squeezed hard several times, forcing the salt water from her throat. She convulsed and began retching, followed by a coughing spell. Only when her breathing returned to near normal and she groaned did he look around for the others.
Giordino was swimming in Pitts direction, pushing one of the deck chairs in front of him. The two children were sitting on top, immune to the tragedy around them, gaily laughing at Giordino's repertory of funny faces.
"I was beginning to wonder if you were going to turn up," he said.
"Bad pennies usually do," said Pitt, keeping the children's mother afloat until she recovered enough to hang on to the deck chair.
"I'll take care of them," said Giordino. "You better help Loren.
I think the senator's bought it."
His arms felt as if they were encased in lead and he was numb with exhaustion, but Pitt carved the water with swift even strokes until he reached the floating jetsam that supported Loren and Moran.
Gray-faced, her eyes filled with sadness, Loren grimly held the senator's head above water. Pitt saw with sinking heart she needn't have bothered; Larimer would never sit in the Senate again. His skin was mottled and turning a dusky purple. He was game to the end, but the half-century of living in the fast lane had called in the inevitable IOU'S. His heart had gone far beyond its limits and finally quit in protest.
Gently, Pitt pried Loren's hands from the senator's body, and pushed him away. She looked at him blankly as if to object, then turned away, unable to watch as Larimer slowly drifted off, gently pushed by the rolling sea.
"He deserves a state funeral," she said, her voice a husky whisper.
"No matter," said Pitt, "as long as they know he went out a man."
Loren seemed to accept that. She leaned her head on Pitts shoulder, the tears intermingling with the salt water on her cheeks.
Pitt twisted and looked around. "Where's Moran?"
"He was picked up by a Navy helicopter."
"He deserted you?" Pitt asked incredulously.
"The crewman shouted that he only had room for one more."
"So the illustrious Speaker of the House left a woman to support a dying man while he saved himself."
Pitts dislike for Moran burned with a cold flame. He became obsessed with the idea of ramming his fist into the little fedet's face.
Captain Pokofsky sat in the cabin of the powerboat, his hands clasped over his ears to shut out the terrible cries of the people drowning in the water and the screams of those suffering the agony of their burns. He could not bring himself to look upon the indescribable horror or watch the Leonin Andreyev plunge out of sight to the seabed two thousand fathoms below. He was a living dead man.
