The Silent Sea (2010) - Cussler Clive - Страница 70
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Juan keyed in some of the outside cameras at a workstation. The low-light cameras revealed a world gone mad. Swirling snow buffeted the ship from every direction as the wind shifted constantly. The seas heaved up waves that ran high enough to explode across the deck, and when they hit shore they had the power to move hundred-pound rocks back and forth like pebbles. He checked the meteorological display. The temperature was minus twelve, but the windchill brought it down to thirty below.
Eddie Seng and Linc showed up a couple minutes later. Because of the number of passengers they would hopefully be returning to the ship, the raiding party had to be small. The Nomad was designed for ten people, and somehow they were going to shoehorn twenty-one into it.
As before, they wore arctic clothing to resemble the Argentine soldiers, and they'd packed enough extra parkas for the captive scientists into a waterproof bag strapped to the sub. Another similar bag contained the bones of the long-dead Norwegians. Juan still wasn't sure how he was going to make up for disturbing their eternal rest.
Maurice appeared at Cabrillo's side bearing a serving tray. It was three o'clock in the morning, and he looked fresh and impeccably turned out as always. I know you rarely eat before a mission, Captain, but you need to. In these conditions, the body burns calories too fast. I don't know if I ever mentioned, but I deployed with the Royal Navy the last time the Argies became uppity in the South Atlantic. The boys who retook the South Sandwich Islands returned as stiff as Stonehenge.
He pulled off the cover and presented Juan with an omelet stuffed with ham and mushrooms. The aroma seemed to untie the knots in his belly. It also reminded him of something he'd forgotten, and he sent Maurice back to the kitchen on an errand.
The launching went smoothly, and they were soon on their way. The first inkling that something had changed happened when the minisub passed close to the Admiral Guillermo Brown. Juan could hear over the other ambient noise that she had fired up her main engines. The sound and vibration carried through the water and echoed inside the steel pressure hull. It wouldn't alter their plan, but Juan didn't take it as a good omen.
Unlike before, when they had docked near the workboats, this time they surfaced at the far end of the pier, closer to where the prisoners were being held. The storm's fury overwhelmed the sound of the Nomad broaching under the dock.
Linc had the hatch open a moment later. He climbed from view, while Juan struggled into his parka and settled his goggles. The big SEAL came back a moment later.
We got problems.
What's up?
I just scoped the dock using infrared and counted three guards.
On a night like this? Eddie asked.
Exactly because it's a night like this, Juan told him. If I were in Espinoza's shoes, I'd plan for the storm to hide an assault and deploy my forces accordingly.
Juan took the night vision binocs from Linc and did his own survey, lying flat on the pier. He saw the sentries Linc had spotted, and as he scoped the rest of the base he could see more ghostly images moving around. In one minute, he counted no fewer than ten men on duty.
Change of plans.
All along, they had intended to free the prisoners and get them at least into the submersible before going after the Argentine cruiser. With so many men patrolling the facility, the chance of them being discovered was too high. Now they would use the warship as a distraction. He explained what he wanted the men to do, and made sure that Max back on the Oregon was listening in.
I don't like it, Hanley said when Juan was finished.
Not much of a choice. We won't get within ten feet of those scientists otherwise.
Okay. Just tell me when you're ready.
Get as close to the jail as you can, Cabrillo told the other two men with him, and wait for my signal.
They exited the submersible together, Linc and Eddie each taking one of the waterproof bags in tow. They had to crawl on their bellies and move inches at a time, not to attract attention. It would take twenty minutes for them to just reach the temporary prison.
Juan went in the opposite direction. The wind tore at his clothing and made each pace a struggle. It would come at his face and then reverse itself and send him staggering. His scarf drooped, and it was like his skin had been splashed with lye.
He had to time his movements for when the Argentines were turned away from him. The wind did provide one thing of use. Most of the soldiers moved with their backs toward it, giving Cabrillo a chance to cover more ground when the gusts became constant.
Visibility remained dismal, and he almost blundered on one soldier who stood in the lee of a bulldozer. He froze, no more than five feet from the sentry. The man was in profile. He was close enough to see the fur trimming around his hood whipping furiously. Juan backed up a step, and then another, but froze once again when a second guard approached.
Jaguar, the first guard called out when he saw his comrade.
Capybara, the second responded.
These were their recognition codes. Juan smiled tightly. That was an intelligence coup. When he had cleared around the duo, he radioed that information to Eddie and Linc in case they were challenged.
From here on, Juan moved more swiftly, and when he came up on a guard the man turned on him sharply, his gun not at the ready but raised in an aggressive manner.
Jaguar.
Capybara, Cabrillo said confidently. The other man lowered his machine pistol.
The only thing that makes this worthwhile, the guard said, is knowing that the Major is out here with us and not warm i nside.
He's never one to ask us to do something he wouldn't. Juan had no idea if this was true, but he'd seen enough of Espinoza to think he wasn't a lead-from-the-rear kind of soldier.
I guess. Stay warm. The soldier moved on.
Juan kept going. Ten minutes and three cold and bored guards later, he reached the gas-processing building. I'm here, he called to his men. Where are you?
We're still shy of our target, Linc said. It's like Rio during Carnival out here, there's so many people.
Max, are you ready?
Ballast is pumped clear and the engines are purring sweetly.
Okay. Stand by.
Juan opened the plant's personnel door next to the giant overhead door and moved into the entry vestibule. He was challenged by a guard instantly. Caiman.
Cabrillo swallowed. They had different code words for when someone came into a building. He mentally cursed Jorge Espinoza's foresight, as he frantically ran though the names of all the native South American animals he could remember. Llama. Boa. Anaconda. Um, Sloth. From there, he drew a blank.
A half second had passed, and the sentry was about to become suspicious. Capybara is to Jaguar as what is to a Caiman? Predator and prey. Caimans eat fish. It's a fish. Which one? He said the only one he could think of. Piranha.
The soldier lowered his weapon, and it took all of Cabrillo's self-control not to show his relief.
You know you aren't supposed to be in here.
Just for a second. I need to warm up a little.
Sorry. You know the Major's orders.
Come on, man. It's not like he's around right now.
The soldier thought for another second, then a look of compassion crossed his face. All right, go ahead inside. But five minutes, and if Espinoza or Jimenez shows up I'm gong to tell them you've been hiding in there since before I came on duty.
Five minutes. Promise.
Juan moved past the guard and walked into the overheated facility. He had to pull back his hood and unzip his parka. Machinery hummed as it processed the natural gas flowing in from the offshore pipes, while, on the other side of the yawning space, the blast furnaces were hard at work keeping the bay from freezing over. Cabrillo was again amazed at the size and complexity of the Argentine facility.
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