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"Sounds logical. The Chinese are investing heavily in the area and are building a sphere of influence."
"Another factor in the secrecy," explained Gunn, "is the opportunity to sidestep all environmental, social and economic impacts. Opposition by Nicaraguan activists and any problems dealing with right-of-way would simply be ignored by their government while the work progressed covertly."
"What other projects are Specter and the Red Chinese working on together?"
"Port facilities on both sides of the Panama Canal and a bridge that will cross it, scheduled to open early next year."
"But why all the secrecy?" muttered Sandecker, as he returned to his chair. "What is to be gained from it?"
Gunn threw up his hands helplessly. "Without more intelligence, we're in the dark on that score."
"We can't just sit on this thing."
"Shall we contact Central Intelligence and the Pentagon about our suspicions?" asked Gunn.
Sandecker looked pensive for a moment. Then he said, "No, we'll go direct to the president's national security advisor."
"I agree," said Gunn. "This could prove to be a very serious situation."
"Damn!" Sandecker blurted in frustration. "If only we'd hear from Pitt and Giordino. Then we might have a clue as to what's going on down there."
Having reached the dead end, Pitt and Giordino had no option but to turn around and speed back in the direction they'd come. The fourth of the four tunnels appeared deserted and devoid of all equipment. It was as empty as though men had never created it. Only the pumps on both ends, standing eerily silent, revealed a veiled purpose that Pitt was at a loss to explain.
What was also strange was that no fleet of security guard cars, lights flashing, came hurtling though the empty and darkened tunnel after them. Nor were there any security cameras. They had all been removed when the tunnel was completed.
The answer quickly became obvious.
"I can see now," said Giordino calmly, "why the security guards are in no hurry to grab us."
"We have no place to go," Pitt finished answering the puzzle. "Our little venture into the bizarre is over. All Specter's security people have to do is wait until we get hungry and thirsty, then welcome us back into the main tunnel when we give ourselves up in hope of a last meal before we're hung."
"They would probably prefer to let us rot in here."
"There is that."
Pitt wiped a sleeve across his forehead to blot the sweat that suddenly began streaming into his eyes. "Have you noticed the temperature in this tunnel is much higher than the others?"
"It's beginning to feel like a steam bath in here," said Giordino, his face glistening.
"The air like sulfur."
"Speaking of hunger. How's your supply of granola bars?"
"Fresh out."
Abruptly, the thought crossed their minds at the same time, and they turned to each other and uttered two words in unison.
"Ventilator shaft."
Giordino suddenly became sober. "Maybe not. I didn't see any raised control booths in the outer tunnels."
"They would have been removed along with the railroad tracks and the overhead lighting and sealed, since they were no longer essential to remove pollution from the excavation."
"Yes, but the ladder rungs were embedded in the tunnel walls. I'll bet next month's pay, if I live to spend it, that they didn't bother to remove them."
"We'll know soon enough," said Pitt, as Giordino hit the accelerator and the cart leaped forward, its headlights probing the darkness ahead.
After covering nearly twenty miles, Giordino spotted the rungs of a ladder crawling up one wall. He parked about thirty feet away so the headlights would illuminate a wider area of the tunnel wall. "The rungs go up to where a ventilator shaft control booth once hung," he said, rubbing the stubble that had sprouted on his cheeks and chin.
