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Gunn and Giordino exchanged grim looks. "We fear the worst," said Gunn. "Al and I heard a woman's screams late in the afternoon as we stepped out of the elevator."
"We were coming from an interrogation by that slimy bastard Velikov."
"Their system," explained Pitt. "The general uses the velvet glove and then turns you over to Gly for the iron fist treatment." He angrily paced the tiny room. "We've got to find Jessie and get the hell out of here."
"How?" asked Giordino. "LeBaron has paid a visit and made a point of stressing the hopelessness of escaping the island."
"I don't trust rich and reckless Raymond as far as I can throw this building," said Pitt acidly. "I think Gly has beaten him into jelly."
"Agreed."
Gunn twisted to his side in his bunk, favoring the broken ankle. "How do you intend on leaving the island?"
"I found and stashed the outboard motor for insurance if I can't steal a boat."
"What?" Giordino stared at Pitt incredulously. "You walked out of here?"
"Not exactly a garden stroll," Pitt replied. "But I scouted an escape route to the beach."
"Stealing a boat is impossible," Gunn said flatly.
"You know something I don't."
"My smattering of Russian came in handy. I've begun developing a prison grapevine through the guards. I was also able to glean a few details from Velikov's papers in his office. One item of interesting information is that the island is supplied at night by submarine."
"Why so complicated?" muttered Giordino, "Seems to me surface transportation would be more efficient."
"That calls for docking facilities that can be seen from the air," explained Gunn. "Whatever is going on around here, they want to keep it damned quiet."
"I'll second that," said Pitt. "The Russians have gone to a lot of work to make the island look deserted."
"No wonder it shook them up when we walked through the front door," Giordino said thoughtfully.
"That explains the interrogation and torture."
"All the more reason to make a break and save our lives."
"And alert our intelligence agencies," Gunn added.
"When do you plan to cut out?" asked Giordino.
"Tomorrow night, right after the guard brings dinner."
Gun gave Pitt a long, hard stare. "You'll have to go it alone, Dirk."
"We came together, we'll leave together."
Giordino shook his head. "You can't carry Jessie and us on your back too."
"He's right," said Gunn. "Al and I are in no condition to crawl fifty feet. Better we stay than foul your chances. Take the LeBarons and swim like hell for the States."
"I can't risk taking Raymond LeBaron into our confidence. I'm positive he would inform on us. He lied up a storm claiming the island is nothing but a businessmen's retreat."
Gunn shook his head in disbelief. "Whoever heard of a retreat run by the military that tortured its guests."
"Forget LeBaron." Giordino's eyes went black with fury. "But for God's sake, save Jessie before that son of a bitch Gly kills her."
Pitt stood there confused. "I can't go off and leave you two behind to die."
