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Therefore, he reasoned, he would keep Hasan and Kamfl alive, and yes, De Lorenzo too, at least temporarily, as bargaining chips. He might recoup after all by turning the tables and throwing all guilt on Yazid and Topiltzin.
He needed time to think and create a new plan. But first things first.
He had to sneak his hostages off the ship before Machado and his motley crew caught on to his sleight of hand.
Hala's heart sank when the door opened and the hijacker's leader stepped into the cabin suite. She stared at him for a moment, seeing only the eyes behind the ridiculous mask and the machine gun casually held in one hand, and wondered with female curiosity what kind of man he might be under different circumstances.
He entered and spoke in a quiet but fearsome voice. "You will all come with me."
Hala trembled and lowered her gaze to the floor, angry at herself for showing fear.
Senator Pitt was not intimidated. He jumped to his feet and crossed the cabin in long strides, stopping only when the toes of his shoes nearly touched Ammar's.
"Where are you taking us and for what purpose?" the Senator demanded. .
"I am not sitting in front of one of your camel-witt,--d Senate investigation committees," said Ammar icily. "Do not cross examine me.
"We have a right to know," the Senator insisted firmly.
"You have no rights!" snaPPed Amnw. He roughly pushed the Senator aside and moved into the room, his gaze taking in the pale, apprehensive faces.
You're going for a little boat ride, followed by a short journey by train. My men will pass out blankets to ward off the damp chill."
They all looked at him as if he was crazy but none argued.
With a dreadful feeling of hopelessness, Hala slowly helped President Hasan to his feet. she was tired of living under the constant threat of death. She felt as though she no longer cared.
And yet, something within her, a spark, a will to defy, still smoldered.
The fearlessness of a soldier going into battle who knows he is going to die and has nothing to lose by fighting to the end slowly crept over her. She was determined to survive.
Captain Machado entered the communication room and found it empty. At first he thought Ammar,s radio operator had taken a brief break for a call of nawm, but he looked 'm the head and found it empty too.
Machado stared at the radio panel for a long moment, his eyes strained and red from lack of sleep, his face showing a puzzled expression. He stepped onto the bridge and approached one of his own crewmen who was peering into the radarscope.
"Where is the radio operator?" he asked.
The radar observer turned and shrugged. ,i haven't seen him, Captain.
Isn't he in the communications room?"
"No, the place is deserted."
"Would you like me to check with the Arab leader?"
Machado shook his head slowly, not quite able to get a grip on the Egyptian radio operator's disappearance. "Find Jorge Delgado and bring him here. He knows radios. Better us than the stupid Arabs to oversee the communications."
While they were talking, neither man noticed the strong blip that appeared on the radarscope, indicating a low-flying aircraft passing over the center of the island.
Even if they had been alert, there was no detecting the radar-invisible
"stealth parachutes" of Dillenger's Special Forces team as they opened them and began gliding toward the glacier.
Pitt sat in the Spartan confines of the tilt-rotor osprey. The bullet-shaped craft lifted off the ground like a helicopter but flew like a plane at speeds in excess of six hundred kilo meters per hour. He was wide-awake; only a dead man could sleep in those aluminum seats with ultrathin pads for cushions, the weather turbulence, and the engine noise that roared through the barest of soundproofing. Only a dead man, that is, except Giordino. He was deflated like a life-size balloon figurethere was no other description for it-with just enough air to give it form. Every few minutes, as if his brain was set on an automatic timer, he changed position without cracking an eye or missing a breath.
"How does he do it?" asked Findley in frank amazement.
"It's in the genes," Pitt answered.
