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"I'm talking centuries."
She set her glass on a patio table. "Certainly not with global warming."
"With global warming," he said firmly.
The phone rang and he marched in and picked it up from his penthouse office desk.
"Yes?"
"Rudi, Admiral," came Gunn's voice. "Still no word."
"Have they made entry?"
"We've heard nothing since they left on a jet ski across the lake from Granada."
"I don't like it," Sandecker muttered. "We should have heard from them by now."
"We should leave jobs like this to the intelligence agencies," said Gunn.
"I agree, but there was no stopping Dirk and Al."
"They'll make it," Gunn said reassuring
ly. "They always do."
"Yes," Sandecker said heavily. "But someday the law of averages will catch up and their luck will run out."
39
The guards were as surprised to see the group exit the elevator as Pitt was to see them. Three wore the blue jumpsuits of security guards, the fourth was a woman dressed in green. Pitt guessed she was of a higher rank than the men. Unlike the others, she carried no assault rifle. Her only weapon was a small automatic pistol in a belt holster on her hip. Pitt quickly took the initiative. He walked up to the woman.
"Are you in charge here?" he asked, in a voice calm and authoritative.
The woman, taken back momentarily, stared at him. "I'm in charge. What are you doing here?"
Relieved that she spoke English, he motioned to the Lowenhardts. "We found these two wandering around the fourth floor. Nobody seemed to know how they came to be there. We were told to turn them over to the guards on the roof. That's you."
The woman studied the Lowenhardts, who were looking at Pitt with growing shock and fear in their eyes.
"I know these people. They are scientists who work on the project. They're supposed to be confined to their quarters."
"There was a disturbance, a vehicle caught fire. They must have escaped during the commotion."
The female guard, looking confused, did not question how the Lowenhardts came to be in the headquarters building. "Who told you to bring them to the roof?"
Pitt shrugged. "A lady in a lavender jumpsuit."
The three guards, with their assault rifles held at the ready, appeared to relax. They seemed to buy the story, even if their superior was doubtful. "What are your work positions?" she demanded.
Giordino took a few steps toward the helicopter, turned his head away and looked as if he was admiring it. Pitt stared directly into the woman's eyes. "We work in the tunnels. Our supervisor sent us topside for two days' rest." Out of the corner of one eye he saw Giordino slowly, imperceptibly, move behind the guards.
The story worked before. He hoped it would work again. It did. The woman nodded.
"That doesn't explain why you were in headquarters this time of night."
"We've been ordered back down tomorrow and were instructed to come here and pick up our passes."
He missed on that one. "What passes? I know of no passes issued to tunnel workers. Your identification badges should suffice."
