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Tell me some good news, Juan said wearily.

Ah, that I have as well. Overholt's voice perked up. We have an asset in Argentina who says that your missing professor is being held in Buenos Aires.

That narrows it down to a city of twelve million.

Ye of little faith, Overholt chided. She's in a fifth-floor penthouse apartment in the Recoleta District just off Avenue Las Heras.

If I remember correctly, the Recoleta District is the swanky part of town.

The apartment belongs to General Philippe Espinoza, the commander of the Ninth Brigade.

Ninth Brigade, huh? That wasn't welcome news.

I'm afraid so. The General is interrogating her personally. I would guess with the help of whatever spooks the Chinese have in Buenos Aires.

The image of Tamara Wright strapped to a chair flashed through Cabrillo's mind, and he winced. Download whatever intel you have on the building. We should be off the coast by sunset.

How are you going to get her out?

As soon as I come up with a plan, you'll be the second to know. Juan cut the connection and leaned back, absently rubbing his chin. He hadn't been joking. He had no idea how to save the professor.

The Silent Sea

Chapter TWENTY

FOUL WEATHER DOGGED THE OREGON AS SHE POUNDED her way southward. Ship and crew took the abuse stoically, as if it were penance for Tamara's capture. At least that's how Cabrillo felt about it. Some of the waves reached almost the height of the bridge, and, when her stern rose high, water exploded from the pump jets in twin lances that shot nearly a hundred feet.

Juan had assembled the senior staff in the Corporation's board-room. The space had been destroyed by a direct hit from the Libyan frigate, and in the reconstruction Juan had gone for a modern glass-and-stainless-steel look. The table was embedded with a microscopic mesh of electrical wires that, when activated, created a static charge that kept papers in place no matter the sea's state. With winds blowing force seven outside, the table was cranked up to keep the dozens of notes and photographs from being dumped on the floor. On the head and foot walls hung large flat-screen displays running a slide show of photographs of the target house and its environs.

The beautiful apartment building looked like it had been taken apart stone by stone in France and erected on a broad avenue in South America. In fact, much of BA's older architecture was in the French Empire style with mansard roofs, ornate stonework, and innumerable columns. Because of the wealth in the Recoleta District, there were countless parks dominated by statues of past leaders. Many of the main streets had been built to accommodate the turning radius of eight-horse teams when wagons were the dominant mode of transportation.

Because he admittedly lacked any tactical ability, Max Hanley wasn't part of the meeting and stood watch in the op center. With Cabrillo were Mark Murphy, Eric Stone, Linda Ross, Eddie Seng, and Franklin Lincoln, their lead gundog. While civilian attire was the preferred mode of dress aboard ship, Eddie, Linda, and Linc wore black tactical uniforms. Mark had thrown a grunge-era flannel shirt over his St. Pauli Girl Beer T-shirt.

Juan took a sip of coffee and set the cup back into a recessed swivel holder. To recap, we're not going to bring the ship within Argentine waters, so that leaves us with a submersible infiltration, yes? Heads nodded. I recommend we use the bigger ten-person Nomad 1000. We probably don't need the room, but better too much than too little.

Who's tail-ended Charlie and gets stuck babysitting it? Linc asked.

Don't know until we firm up our plans. We have to assume a building like this will have a doorman. He might be our key. Not sure yet.

Eddie raised his hand despite Juan's repeated admonishments that he could interrupt whenever he liked. If she's held on the top floor, wouldn't going through the roof make more sense?

It's slate, for one thing, Eric said. And you can best believe that the substructure is going to be substantial. The cribbing and decking to support such a shallow pitch is going to be thick and sturdy.

It's gotta be some god-awful exotic timber that's harder than steel, Murph added. The building predates the use of metal girders as a support structure, so there are fundamental flaws in its design and construction. Explosives in the right place would topple an exterior wall.

I'm looking for the velvet touch here, Juan said, not a sledgehammer. We have to remember that Argentina is a police state, and, as such, there will be cops on every corner with the authority to arrest anyone at any time. And every third pedestrian's a snitch. I don't want to have any reason for anybody to give us the hairy eyeball. We need to be subtle.

There's always the sewers, Linda suggested. And if that's how we do this, let me go on record and volunteer to stay with the minisub.

That's taking one for the team, Eddie teased.

It'll be a sacrifice, Linda said with as straight a face as she could muster. But you know me. I'll do anything to help.

Ideas were floated, analyzed, and dissected for the next two hours. The five of them had planned countless missions together, and in the end they could come up with nothing better than a slight variation on Mark Murphy's sledgehammerish suggestion. There were too many variables like the number of men guarding Tamara to try anything with more finesse.

THE SPACE WHERE THEY could launch either of the two mini-subs they carried buzzed with activity when Juan entered through a watertight hatch. The massive keel doors, as large as those on a barn, were still closed, and the moon pool was empty, but the air was heavy with the smell of the ocean.

Technicians swarmed over the sleek Nomad 1000. The mini looked like a scaled-down version of a nuclear submarine, only its nose was a convex piece of transparent acrylic capable of withstanding depths of more than a thousand feet, and robotic arms hung under its chin like the claws of some enormous sea monster. The conning tower was only two feet tall, and lashed behind it was a large black rubber boat. They wouldn't be going very deep on their run to shore, so the Zodiac had been filled with air already. All their gear was stored internally and would be transferred to the inflatable when they were closer to shore.

The extraction team consisted of Cabrillo, Linc, Linda, and Mark Murphy. Juan wouldn't have minded another gunner along, but he wanted to keep the group as small as he could. Mike Trono would drive the sub and stay with her when the others motored to the coast.

Kevin Nixon waved him over. The former Hollywood special-effects guru ran what the crew called the Magic Shop. He was responsible for creating any disguises the shore operators would need, as well as providing documentation. Though he himself wasn't a master forger, he had two in his division.

These should pass, no problem, the tall, bearded Nixon said. He handed Cabrillo a folder.

Juan thumbed through the papers. There were Argentine IDs for the four of them, plus travel and work permits. All the documents looked authentic and properly aged. The thick sheaf of cash was real.

First-rate, as usual, Cabrillo said. Let's just hope we never need to use any of this stuff.

Batteries are fully charged, nav and sonar check out, and life support is set, Trono reported when Juan approached. Wish I was coming all the way with you.

We don't know what condition Dr. Wright's going to be in, so I need Linc in case we have to carry her back to the Zodiac.

I know, but, well . . . You know what I mean.

Juan laid a hand on Mike's shoulder. I understand.

Max Hanley arrived. Seas aren't going to get any calmer, so you might as well launch.

Cabrillo raised an eyebrow. Here to see us off?

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