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Using the preveiling winds, which hopefully will run true to pattern, we'll glide our 'stealth parachutes' around the mountain for seven kilometers, landing within one kilometer from the glacier's forward wall.
Time from jump until we regroup on the ice, I'd judge eighteen minutes.
Time to walk to glacier's edge; another twenty minutes. Six more minutes to prepare repel operation. Total time; forty-four minutes."
"I'd double it if I were you," said Giordino disapprovingly. "You'll have a hell of a time meeting a deadline if some of your men fall in a crevasse. The dive team won't be aware of the delay."
Hollis shot Al a look he usually reserved for war protesters. "This isn't World War One, Mr. Giordino. We don't have to synchronize watches before we go over the top. Each man is custom-fitted with a miniaturized radio receiver in his ear and a microphone inside his ski mask. No matter whether Major Dillenger and his team are late or mine is early, so long as we are in constant communication, we can coordinate a joint assault-"
"One other thing," Pitt broke in. "I assume your weapons are silenced."
"They are," Hollis assured him. "Why?"
"One burst from an unsilenced machine gun could bring down the wall of the glacier."
"I can't speak for the hijackers."
"Then you better kill them quick," muttered Giordino.
"We don't train to take terrorists as prisoners," Hollis said with a cold, ominous grin. "Now then, if our visitors can restrain their criticisms, are there any questions?"
Dive-team leader Richard Banning raised his hand. "Sir?"
"Henning?"
"Will we be approaching the ship underwater or on the surface?"
Hollis simply used a ballpoint pen as a pointer. He tapped it on a small island in the fjord that was behind a point of land and out of sight from the ship. "Our team will be ferried by Pigeon Carrier to this island. Distance to the Lady Flamborough is about three kilometers. The water is too cold for a swim that far, so we'll stay dry and move in by rubber boats. If Mr. Findley is correct about the frost smoke, we should be able to approach without detection. If it's dissipated, we'll enter the water two hundred meters away and dive until we reach the hull."
"A lot of balls will be iced if we have to wait very long for Major Dillenger's team to get in place."
A small wave of laughter echoed from the eighty men gathered around the table.
Hollis sighed and gave a broad smile. "I don't intend to freeze mine.
We'll give the Major an ample head start."
Gunn raised his hand.
"Yes, Mr. Gunn," Hollis said wearily. "What's on your mind now? Did I forget something?"
"Just curiosity, Colonel. How will you know if the hijackers somehow get wind of the assault and lay a trap?"
"One of our aircraft is filled with advanced electronic-surveillance equipment. It will fly a circular pattern seven Miles above the Lady Flamborough, detecting any radio transmissions sent by the hijackers to their collaborators outside the region. They'd scream like madmen if they thought a Special Operations Force was closing the net around them.
The Communications men and translators can intercept all transmissions and alert us in plenty of time."
Pitt made a casual motion with one hand.
"Yes, Mr. Pitt."
"I hope you haven't forgotten the NUMA party." Hollis lifted an eyebrow.
"No, I haven't forgotten." He turned to the geologist. "Mr. Findley, where did you say the old abandoned mine was located?"
"I neglected to place it," replied Findley matter-of-factly. "But since you're interested-" He paused and placed a match cover on the side of a small mount overlooking the glacier and the fjord. "She sits here, about two and a half kilometers from the forward edge of the glacier and the ship."
Hollis turned to Pitt- "That's where you'll be. You can serve as an observation post."
