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Giordino needed no coaxing。 Before he lost his remaining engine； he pulled back on the collective pitch and pulled back the throttle on his one operating engine。 As the helicopter lost its forward motion from a height of 3 meters above the sea； he leaned it gently onto the starboard side。 The rotor blades smacked the water and snapped off in a cloud of debris and spray as the craft settled in the restless waves with the awkward poise of a pregnant albatross。 The impact came with the jolt of a speeding car hitting a sharp dip in the road。 Giordino shut down the one engine and was pleasantly surprised to find the old Mi…8； Hip…C floating drunkenly in the sea as if she belonged there。
〃End of the line！〃 Pitt boomed。 〃Everyone the hell out！〃
The gentle lapping of the waves against the fuselage came as a pleasant contrast to the fading whine of the engines and thump of the rotor blades。 The pungent salt air filled the stuffy interior of the partment when Rodgers slid open the passenger door and dropped the collapsible twenty…person life raft into the water。 He was extra careful not to pull the inflation cord too soon and was relieved to hear the hiss of pressed air and see the raft puff out safely beyond the door。 In a few moments it was bobbing alongside the helicopter； its mooring line tightly clutched in Rodgers's hand。
〃Out you go；〃 Rodgers yelled； herding the young Peruvian archaeology students through the door and into the raft。
Pitt released his safety harness and hurried into the rear cabin。 Shannon and Rodgers had the evacuation running smoothly。 All but three of the students had climbed into the raft。 A quick examination of the aircraft made it clear she couldn't stay afloat for long。 The clamshell doors were buckled from the impact just enough to allow water to surge in around the seams。 Already the floor of the fuselage was beginning to slant toward the rear； and the waves were sloshing over the sill of the open passenger door。
〃We haven't much time；〃 he said； helping Shannon into the raft。 Rodgers went next and then he turned to Giordino。 〃Your turn； Al。〃
Giordino would have none of it。 〃Tradition of the sea。 All walking wounded go first。〃
Before Pitt could protest； Giordino shoved him out the door； and then followed as the water swept over his ankles。 Breaking out the raft's paddles； they pushed clear of the helicopter as its long tail boom dipped into the waves。 Then a large swell surged through the open passenger door and the helicopter slipped backward into the uncaring sea。 She disappeared with a faint gurgle and a few ripples； her shattered rotor blades being the last to go； the stumps slowly rotating from the force of the current as if she were descending to the seafloor under her own power。 The water surged through her open door and she plunged under the waves to a final landing on the seafloor。
No one spoke。 They all seemed saddened to see the helicopter go。 It was as if they all suffered a personal loss。 Pitt and Giordino were at home on the water。 The others； suddenly finding themselves floating on a vast sea； felt an awful sense of emptiness coupled with the dread of helplessness。 The latter feeling was particularly enhanced when a shark's fin abruptly broke the water and ominously began circling the raft。
〃All your fault；〃 Giordino said to Pitt in mock exasperation。 〃He's homed in on the scent of blood from your leg wound。〃
Pitt peered into the transparent water； studying the sleek shape as it passed under the raft； recognizing the horizontal stabilizerlike head with the eyes mounted like aircraft wing lights on the tips。 〃A hammerhead。 No more than two and a half meters long。 I shall ignore him。〃
Shannon gave a shudder and moved closer to Pitt and clutched his arm。 〃What if he decides to take a bite out of the raft and we sink？〃
Pitt shrugged。 〃Sharks seldom find life rafts appetizing。〃
〃He invited his pals for dinner；〃 said Giordino； pointing to two more fins cutting the water。
Pitt could see the beginnings of panic on the faces of the young students。 He nestled into a fortable position on the bottom of the raft； elevated his feet on the upper float； and closed his eyes。 〃Nothing like a restful nap under a warm sun on a calm sea。 Wake me when the ship arrives。〃
Shannon stared at him in disbelief。 〃He must be mad。〃
Giordino quickly sized up Pitt's scheme and settled in。 〃That makes two of us。〃
No one knew quite how to react。 Every pair of eyes in the raft swiveled from the seemingly dozing men from NUMA to the circling sharks and back again。 The panic slowly subsided to uneasy apprehension while the minutes crawled by as if they were each an hour long。
Other sharks joined the predinner party； but all hearts began filling with newfound hope as the Deep Fathom hove into view； her bows carving the water in a spray of foam。 No one on board knew the old workhorse of NUMA's oceanographic fleet could drive so hard。 Down in the engine room the chief engineer； August Burley； a powerfully built man with a portly stomach； walked the catwalk between the ship's big diesels； closely observing the needles on the rpm gauges； which were hard in the red； and listening for any signs of metal fatigue from the overstressed engines。 On the bridge； Captain Frank Stewart gazed through binoculars at the tiny splash of orange against the blue sea。
〃We'll e right up on them at half speed before reversing the engines；〃 he said to the helmsman。
〃You don't want to stop and drift up to them； Captain？〃 asked the blond； ponytailed man at the wheel。
〃They're surrounded by a school of sharks；〃 said Stewart。 〃We can't waste time with caution。〃 He stepped over and spoke into the ship's speaker system。 〃We'll approach the survivors on the port side。 All available hands prepare to bring them aboard。〃
It was a neat bit of seamanship。 Stewart stopped the ship within 2 meters of the life raft with only a slight wash。 Several crewmen stared down and waved； leaning far over the railing and bulwark to shout greetings。 The boarding ladder had been lowered and a crewman stood on the lower platform with a boat hook。 He extended it； the end was grabbed by Giordino； and the raft was pulled in alongside the platform。
The sharks were forgotten and everyone began smiling and laughing with unabashed happiness at having survived death without major injuries at least four times since being taken hostage。 Shannon stared up at the towering hull of the research ship； took in the ungainly superstructure and derricks； and turned to Pitt with a shrewd twinkle in her eyes。
〃You promised us a four…star hotel and a refreshing bath。 Certainly not a rusty old work boat。〃
Pitt laughed。 〃A rose by any other name。 Any port in a storm。 So you share my attractive； but homespun stateroom。 As a gentleman； I'll give you the lower berth while I suffer the indignity of the upper。〃
Shannon looked at him with amusement。 〃Taking a lot for granted； aren't you？〃
As Pitt relaxed and kept a paternal eye on the occupants of the raft； who were climbing the ladder one after the other； he smiled fiendishly at Shannon and murmured； 〃Okay； we'll keep a low profile。 You can have the upper and I'll take the lower。〃
Jaun Chaco's world had cracked and crumbled to dust around him。 The disaster in the Valley of Viracocha was far worse than anything he could have imagined。 His brother had been the first to be killed； the artifact smuggling operation was in shambles； and once the American archaeologist； Shannon Kelsey； and the university students told their story to the news media and government security officials； he would be thrown out of the Department of Archaeology in disgrace。 Far worse； there was every possibility he would be arrested； tried for selling his nation's historical heritage； and sentenced to a very long jail term。
He was a man wracked with anxiety as he stood beside the motor home in Chachapoya and watched the tilt…rotor aircraft e to a near halt in the air as the twin outboard engines on the end of the wings swiveled from forward flight to vertical。 The black； unmarked craft hovered for a few moments before the pilot gently settled the extended landing wheels on the ground。
A heavily bearded man in dirty rumpled shorts and a khaki shirt with an immense bloodstain in its center exited the nine…passenger cabin and stepped to the ground。 He looked neither right nor left； the expression on his face set and grim。 Without a word of greeting； he walked past Chaco and entered the motor home。 Like a chastised collie； Chaco followed him inside。
Cyrus Sarason； the impersonator of Dr。 Steven Miller； sat heavily behind Chaco's desk and stared icily。 〃You've heard？〃
Chaco nodded without questioning the bloodstain on Sarason's shirt。 He knew the blood represented a fake gunshot wound。 〃I received a full report from one of my brother's fellow officers。〃
〃Then you know Dr。 Kelsey and the university students slipped through our fingers and were rescued by an American oceanographic research ship。〃
〃Yes； I am aware of our failure。〃
〃I'm sorry about your brother；〃 Sarason said without emotion。
〃I can't believe he's gone；〃 muttered