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Nogami didn't seem the least bit rushed. "You hope to get out through the tunnel to Edo City, I suppose."
"We had thought we might take the train," said Weatherhill, his eyes aimed through the door into the corridor.
"Fat chance." Nogami shrugged. "Since you guys penetrated the complex, Suma ordered the tube guarded by an army of robots on the island side and a huge security force of specially trained men at the Edo City end. An ant couldn't get through."
Stacy looked at him. "What do you suggest?"
"The sea. You might get lucky and be picked up by a passing ship."
Stacy shook her head. "That's out. Any foreign ship that came within five kilometers would be blown out of the water."
"You have enough on your minds," Pitt said calmly, his eyes seemingly fixed on one wall as if seeing something on the other side. "Concentrate on planting the explosives. Trust the escape to Al and me."
Stacy, Weatherhill, and Mancuso all looked at each other. Then Weatherhill nodded in agreement.
"You're on. You've saved our lives and got us this far. Be downright rude not to trust you now."
Pitt turned to Nogami. "How about it, Doc, care to tag along?" Nogami shrugged and gave a half smile. "Might as well. Thanks to you, my usefulness here is finished. No sense in hanging around for Suma to have my head lopped off."
"Any suggestions for a place to set explosives?" asked Weatherhill.
"I'll show you an access hole to the electrical cables and fiber optics that feed the entire complex. Set your charge there and you'll put this place out of business for a month."
"What level?"
Nogami tilted his head toward the ceiling. "The level above, the fifth."
"Whenever you're ready," Weatherhill said to Pitt.
"Ready now." Cautiously, Pitt slipped into the corridor and dogtrotted back to the elevator. They all followed and piled in and stood silent as it rose to the fifth level, tensed for any trouble they might face when the doors opened. Suddenly the elevator dropped down instead of going up. Someone had beat them to it by pressing the button on the level below.
"Damn," Mancuso swore bitterly. "That's all we need."
"Everybody!" Pitt ordered. "Push the doors together to keep them from opening. Al, lean on thèdoor close' button."
The elevator stopped and they all pressed their hands on the doors and pushed. The doors tried to spread apart but could only jerk spasmodically without opening.
"Al!" Pitt said softly. "Now hit five!"
Giordino had kept one finger pressed against the "door close" button so tightly the knuckle went white.
He released it and pushed the button marked 5.
The elevator shuddered for a few moments as if torn in two directions, then it gave an upward jerk and began rising.
"That was close, too close," Stacy sighed.
"Going up," Giordino announced. "Housewares, kitchen utensils, dishes, and hardware--" Abruptly he broke off. "Oh, oh, we haven't tagged home base yet. Someone else wants on. The light on five just blinked."
Again alerted, every eye unconsciously rotated toward the panel and the small indicator light that was flashing for the fifth level. Then, as if activated by the same set of gears, they turned and crouched, ready to spring into action.
A white-coated engineer was standing there wearing a hard hat, intently studying notations on a clipboard. He didn't even look up as he entered the elevator. Only when it began to seep through to him that the elevator wasn't moving did he gaze around into the Occidental faces. None that he observed were smiling.
He opened his mouth to shout, but Pitt clamped one hand over the engineer's mouth and squeezed the carotid arteries with the other. Even before the eyes rolled back in the head and the body went limp and sagged to the elevator floor, Nogami was out and leading the others into a passageway.
Weatherhill was the last to go. He paused and looked at Pitt. "When and where do you want us to join up?" he asked.
"Topside in twelve minutes. We'll hold the cab."
