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its three minutes later。 They scrambled aboard and were beginning to lower it when Pitt jumped over the railing and dropped in。
〃Almost left you behind；〃 shouted Manny。
〃I radioed the destroyer and told her to stand clear or we'd blow up the munitions ship。〃
Before Manny could reply； there was an echoing thunderlike rumble。 A few seconds later a shell plunged into the sea fifty yards in front of the Pisto。
〃They didn't buy your bill of goods；〃 Manny grunted。 He started the boat's engine and engaged the gearbox to equal the ship's headway when they hit the water。 The falls were cast off and they were thrown broadside into the wash； almost swamping the launch。 The Amy Bigalow swept past on her final voyage； deserted and destined for obliteration。
Manny turned and saw that Moe and his crew were lowering the Ozero Zaysan's launch。 It smashed into a swell and was thrown against the steel sides with such force that the seams on the starboard side were sprung and the bottom half awash； drowning the engine。
〃We've got to help them；〃 said Pitt。
〃Right you are；〃 Manny agreed。
Before they could e about； Jack had appraised the situation and yelled through his bullhorn； 〃Leave them be。 I'll pick them up after I cut loose。 Look to yourselves and head for shore。〃
Pitt took the pilot's chair from a crewman who had smashed his fingers in the davit ropes。 He sheered the launch toward the tall buildings lining the Malecon waterfront and crammed the throttle against its stop。
Manny was looking back at the tug and the drifting launch that carried Moe's crew。 His face went gray as the destroyer fired again and twin columns of water straddled the Pisto。 The spray crashed down on her upper works； but she shook off the deluge and plowed on。
Moe turned away with a feeling of dread that he did not show。 He knew he would never see his friends alive again。
Pitt was gauging the distance between the retreating ships and the shore。 They were still close enough for the explosives to devastate a major share of Havana； he judged grimly； way too close。
〃Did President Antonov agree to your plan for my assassination？〃 Fidel Castro asked。
Velikov stood with arms crossed。 He was not offered a chair。 He glared back at Castro with cold contempt。 〃I am a ranking military office of the Soviet Union。 I demand to be treated accordingly。〃
The black； angry eyes of Raul Castro flashed。 〃This is Cuba。 You don't demand anything here。 You're nothing but KGB scum。〃
〃Enough； Raul； enough；〃 cautioned Fidel。 He looked at Velikov。 〃Don't toy with us； General。 I've studied your documents。 Rum and Cola is no longer a secret。〃
Velikov played out his hand。 〃I'm fully aware of the operation。 Another vicious CIA attempt to undermine the friendship between Cuba and the Soviet Union。〃
〃If that is so； why didn't you warn me？〃
〃There was no time。〃
〃You found time enough to clear out Russian nationals；〃 Raul snapped。 〃Why were you running away at this time in the morning？〃
A look of arrogance crossed Velikov's face。 〃I won't bother to answer your questions。 Need I remind you I have diplomatic immunity。 You have no right to interrogate me。〃
〃How do you intend to set off the explosives？〃 asked Castro calmly。
Velikov stood silent。 The corners of his lips turned up slightly in a smile at the sound of the distant rumble of heavy gunfire。 Fidel and Raul exchanged glances； but nothing was said between them。
Jessie shuddered as the tension mounted in the small barroom。 For a moment she wished she was a man so she could beat the truth out of the general。 She suddenly felt sick and wanted to scream because of the costly time that was drifting away。
〃Please tell them what they want to know；〃 she begged。 〃You can't stand there and allow thousands of children to die for a senseless political cause。〃
Velikov did not argue。 He remained unmoved。
〃I'll be happy to take him out back；〃 said Hagen。
〃You needn't soil your hands； Mr。 Hagen；〃 said Fidel。 〃I have experts in painful interrogation waiting outside。〃
〃You wouldn't dare；〃 Velikov snapped。
〃It is my duty to warn you that if you do not halt the detonation you'll be tortured。 Not with simple injections like political prisoners at your mental hospitals in Russia； but unspeakable tortures that will continue day and night。 Our finest medical specialists will keep you alive。 No nightmare can do justice to your suffering； General。 You will scream until you can scream no more。 Then； when you are little more than a vegetable without sight； speech； or hearing； you will be transported and dumped in a slum somewhere in North Africa where you will survive or die； and where no one will rescue or pity a crippled beggar living in filth。 You will bee what you Russians call a nonperson。〃
Velikov's shell cracked； but very thinly。 〃You waste your breath。 You are dead。 I am dead。 We are all dead。〃
〃You're mistaken。 The ships carrying the munitions and ammonium nitrate have been removed from the harbor by the very people you blame。 At this minute agents of the CIA are sailing them out to sea where the explosive force will only kill the fish。〃
Velikov quickly pressed his slim advantage。 〃No； Senor Presidente； it is you who are mistaken。 The sound of guns you heard a few moments ago came from a Soviet vessel stopping the ships and turning them back inside the harbor。 They may explode too early for your celebration speech； but they will still acplish the end results。〃
〃You're lying；〃 Fidel said uneasily。
〃Your reign as the great father of the revolution is over；〃 said Velikov； his voice sly and baiting。 〃I'll gladly die for the Russian motherland。 Will you sacrifice your life for Cuba？ Maybe when you were young and had nothing to lose； but you're soft now and too used to having others do your dirty work for you。 You've got the good life and you're not about to let it slip away。 But it's finished。 Tomorrow you'll only be another photograph on a wall and a new president will sit in your place。 One whose loyalties extend to the Kremlin。〃
Velikov stepped back a few paces and took out a small case from his pocket。
Hagen recognized it immediately。 〃An electronic transmitter。 He can send a signal to detonate the explosives from here。〃
〃Oh； God！〃 Jessie cried despairingly。 〃Oh； my God； he's going to do it； he's really going to do it。〃
〃Don't bother to call your bodyguards；〃 said Velikov。 〃They'll never react in time。〃
Fidel stared at him with cold bleak eyes。 〃Remember what I said。〃
Velikov stared back contemptuously。 〃Can you really picture me screaming in agony in one of your dirty prisons？〃
〃Give me the transmitter and you will be free to leave Cuba unharmed。〃
〃And return to Moscow a cowardly figure？ I think not。〃
〃It's on your head；〃 said Fidel； his expression a curious blend of anger and fear。 〃You know your fate if you detonate the explosives and live。〃
〃Little chance of that；〃 Velikov sneered。 〃This building sits less than five hundred yards from the harbor channel。 There will be nothing left of us。〃 He paused； his face as hard as a chiseled gargoyle。 Then he said； 〃Goodbye； Senor Presidente。〃
〃You bastard〃 Hagen leaped over the table in an incredible display of agility for his huge bulk and was only inches away from Velikov when the Russian pressed the transmitter's Activate switch。
The Amy Bigalow vaporized。
The Ozero Zaysan waited only a fraction of a second longer before blowing herself out of existence。 The bined force of the volatile cargoes inside the two ships threw up a mountainous column of fiery debris and smoke that thrust five thousand feet into the tropical sky。 A vast vortex opened in the sea as a gigantic geyser of maddened water and steam shot up into the smoke and then burst outward。
The brilliant red…white glare flashed across the water with the blinding intensity of ten suns； followed by a thunderous clap that lashed and flattened the wave tops。
The sight of the gallant little Pisto as the blast flung her two hundred feet into the air like a disintegrating skyrocket was locked forever in Pitt's mind。 He watched stunned as her shredded remains along with Jack and his crew splattered into the maelstrom like burning hail。
Moe and his crew in the drifting launch simply vanished off the face of the sea。
The explosive fury blew the two helicopter gunships out of the air。 Seagulls within two miles were crushed by the concussion。 The propeller from the Ozero Zaysan whirled across the sea and smashed into the control castle of the Soviet destroyer； killing every man on the bridge。 Twisted steel plates； rivets； chain links； and deck gear pelted the city； tearing through walls and roofs like cannon shells。 Telephone poles and streetlights were lashed and broken off at the tease。
Hundreds of people perished in their beds while still asleep。 Many were terribly gashed by flying glass or crushed by pancaked ceilings。 Early…morning workers and pedestrians were picked up off their feet and crushed against buildings。
The shock wave struck the city with twice the force of