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There will be no explosions unless I personally program the correct code."
"You can't really start a nuclear war," Loren gasped.
Suma laughed. "Nothing as stupid and cold-blooded as what the White House and Kremlin might attempt. You forget, we Japanese know what it's like to suffer the horror of atomic warfare. No, the Kaiten Project is far more technically sophisticated than masses of missile warheads aimed at cities and military installations. The bombs are designed to be set off in remote strategically unpopulated areas to create a massive electromagnetic force with the potential of destroying your entire economy. Any deaths or injuries would be minimal."
"You really plan to do it, don't you?" said Pitt, reading Suma's mind. "You really intend to set off the bombs."
"And why not, if circumstances warrant it. There is no fear of immediate retaliation, since the electromagnetic force will effectively close down all American, NATO, and Soviet communications and weapons systems." The Japanese industrialist stared at Pitt, the dark eyes cool and tyrannical. "Whether I take that step or not, you, Mr. Pitt, won't be around to find out."
A frightened look swept Loren's face. "Aren't Dirk and AI flying back to Washington with Senator Diaz and me?"
Suma exhaled his breath in a long silent sigh and shook his head very slowly. "No. . . I have made them a gift to my good friend Moro Kamatori."
"I don't understand."
"Moro is an expert hunter. His passion is tracking human game. Your friends and the three intelligence operatives who were captured during their attempt to destroy the center will be offered a chance to escape the island. But only if they can elude Moro for twenty-four hours."
Kamatori gave Pitt a subzero stare. "Mr. Pitt will have the honor of being the first to make the attempt."
Pitt turned to Giordino, the trace of a grin on his saturnine face. "See, I told you so."
"Escape," muttered Giordino, pacing the small cottage under the watchful eye of McGoon, "escape where? The best long distance swimmer in the world couldn't make it across sixty kilometers of cold water swept by five-knot currents. And even then, Suma's hoods would be waiting to gut you the minute you crawled onto a mainland beach."
"So what's the game plan?" asked Pitt between pushups on the floor.
"Stay alive as long as possible. What other options do we have?"
"Die like stouthearted men."
Giordino raised an eyebrow and stared at Pitt suspiciously. "Yeah, sure, bare your chest, refuse the blindfold, and puff a cigarette as Kamatori raises his sword."
"Why fight the inevitable."
"Since when do you give up in the first inning?" Giordino said, beginning to wonder if his old friend had suffered a brain leak.
"We can try to hide somewhere on the island as long as we can, but it's a hopeless cause. I suspect Kamatori will cheat and use robotic sensors to track us down."
"What about Stacy? You can't stand by and let that moonfaced scum murder her too."
Pitt rose from the floor. "Without weapons, what do you expect? Flesh can't win against mechanical cyborgs and an expert with a sword."
"I expect you to show the guts you showed in a hundred other scrapes we've been through together."
Pitt favored his right leg as he limped past McGoon and stood with his back to the robot. "Easy for you to say, pal. You're in good physical shape. I wrenched my knee when I crash-landed into that fishpond and I can barely walk. I stand no chance at all of eluding Kamatori."
Then Giordino saw the wily grin on Pitt's face, and a dawning comprehension settled over him.
Suddenly he felt a complete fool. Besides McGoon's sensors, the room must have had a dozen listening devices and video cameras hidden in and around it. He figured Pitt's drift and played along.
"Kamatori is too much a samurai to hunt an injured man. If there's a morsel of sporting blood in him, he'd give himself a handicap."
Pitt shook his head. "I'd settle for something to ease the pain."
"McGoon," Giordino hailed the sentry robot, "is there a doctor in the house?"
"That data is not programmed in my directive."
