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He guided the sub under the dock and slowly brought her to the surface. Less than eight inches of her hull broached, and the coaming around her hatch was a mere five inches taller. With her hull painted a deep blue, the submersible was all but invisible. Add to that, an observer aboard the workboat would have to be on his knees and looking under the pier, so their chance of detection was virtually zero.

The two men felt like a couple of contortionists when they do

This was the first good look Juan had of the facility, and he was amazed by its size and scope. He knew from Linda's pictures that there was room around the bay to more than triple its size. Given free rein, there would be a real town here before too long.

The first order of business was to locate where the Argies were keeping the international scientists they had kidnapped and were using as human shields. It was eight o'clock at night, and, as they suspected, there were hardly any people about. They saw an occasional shape moving amid the buildings, but most people were wisely inside. When they peered through the occasional lit window, they could see men lounging around on sofas watching DVDs or playing cards in rec rooms or in their own private bedrooms reading books or writing letters home. The first area they checked seemed to be dorms for the oil workers, an unlikely candidate.

They searched several warehouses, thinking the scientists could be tucked into a back room, but found nothing but oil equipment and hundreds of drums of a drill lubricant called mud.

When they were coming out of one of the buildings, a dark figure was waiting by the door. What were you doing in there? he demanded, his voice muffled by a scarf but the accusatory tone unmistakable.

Trying to figure the place out, Juan answered in Spanish. The stranger was dressed as a civilian, so he went on the offense. If we're to defend you guys, I need to know every square inch of this place. So if you don't mind, we will get back to it.

Yeah? He was still suspicious. Then why skulk around at night?

Juan made a gesture to Linc that said, Can you believe this guy, and replied, Because I very much doubt the Americans will be sporting enough to attack during the day, and what looks like cover when it's bright may not be so good in the dark.

With that, Juan shoulder-bumped the guy as he passed, and he and Linc moved on without a backward glance. When they were out of sight behind the rounded corner of a dormitory, Juan did look back and saw their interrogator had vanished.

Linc chuckled. My Spanish may be rusty, but that sure sounded like a line of the purest bull I have ever heard.

I was just telling Max that the more outrageous the lie, the more likely it'll be believed.

Because the facility was designed to be camouflaged from satellite observation, it was not laid out in a neat, efficient grid. It wasn't until they were at the very southern edge of the base, near where Linc had earlier spotted a hidden SAM battery, that they saw a lone building on stilts shaped like an igloo lozenge. Light spilled from the window in front, but the rest were darkened.

They climbed the steps. Juan opened the outer door, and he and Linc stepped into a vestibule lined with pegs on the wall for parkas and racks for overboots. Neither man made to remove their clothing, and they just casually opened the door into the structure. Two soldiers were on their feet, both with pistols drawn. They had heard the outer door open and close and were on alert. When they saw it was two soldiers wearing Argentine gear, they relaxed. The room had all the charm and ambiance of a broken-down trailer.

What are you guys doing here? We've got duty until twenty-two hundred hours.

Sorry. We're not here to relieve you, Juan said. We were sent to look for the Major. Has he been around?

Espinoza was here checking on our prisoners about two hours ago. The guard gestured to a locked door behind him. Haven't seen him since.

Now Juan had a name to go along with the face. Okay, thanks. They turned to go.





Hold on. Who is that under there, Ram+|n?

Bold as brass he said, No, Juan Cabrillo.

Who?

Juan Rodriguez Cabrillo. I just transferred into Ninth Brigade from MI. Meaning military intelligence, meaning, I'm probably an officer so you'd better cut your questions short.

Yes, sir, the trooper said, swallowing hard. If I see Major Espinoza, I'll be sure to tell him you're looking for him.

It was difficult to put menace in his voice because he was so bundled up, but Juan managed when he said, Best if this discussion didn't take place, Private. Understood?

Sir. Yes, sir.

Linc and Cabrillo returned to the blistering-cold night, where the stars shone so brightly that the surrounding ice glowed. Bingo, Linc said.

Bingo indeed. Now we just have to rescue the hostages, close this place down, and neutralize an eight-thousand-ton cruiser without the Argentines realizing we were ever here.

The two men continued to reco

By the time they returned to the dock, it was past eleven. Both men were exhausted and chilled to the core. They jumped for the workboat, and Juan was just ducking under the pier to get onto the submersible when a guard shouted, Stop right there! What are you doing out after curfew?

Juan straightened. I forgot my iPod this afternoon when I went out with the Chinese surveyors.

I don't care what you forgot. No one is allowed outside after curfew. Get up out of there. You're coming with me. He brought up his machine pistol.

Easy, pal, Juan said calmly, thinking it was just rotten luck they were found by the most dedicated soldier in the Argentine Army. We don't want any trouble.

Then you should have stayed in your bunk. Move it!

Linc was the first to step onto the dock. The guard unconsciously backed off a pace when he saw the size of one of his prisoners. Linc was almost a full head taller, and looked like a polar bear under his thick arctic clothing.

Juan came up next to him, but before the guard could issue any more orders the Chairman lunged forward and pushed on the Heckler and Koch to ease off any pressure the Argentine had on the trigger and at the same time he swung his right fist into the man's face. His hand hit the sentry's goggles, which crushed into his nose, drawing equal measures of blood and tears.