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d them to converge their fire。
Julia took her time and fired a round whenever she saw an opportunity for a remote hit while Pitt madly twisted the wheel and sent the speeding runabout zigzagging from one bank to the other in an effort to escape the sporadic spray of bullets that splattered the water around them。 He stiffened when he heard the thud of strikes behind him as one burst of gunfire cut across the mahogany hatch over the engine partment between the dual cockpits。 But the big Chrysler marine engine's throaty roar never slackened。 On instinct his eyes swept the instrument panel； and he noted ominously that the needle on the oil…pressure gauge was suddenly falling into the red zone。
Sam Foley will be madder than hell when he gets his boat back； Pitt thought。
Two miles to go。 The stench of scorched oil began to waft from the engine partment。 The engine revolutions were slowly dropping off； and Pitt mentally pictured metal grinding against metal from lack of oil。 It was only a matter of minutes before the bearings burned out and the engine froze。 All the ultralight pilots have to do now； Pitt savvied； is circle over the boat and blast everyone to bloody bits。 He pounded the steering wheel in maddened frustration as they came at him together； wingtip to wingtip。
They came head…on with no deviation； and much lower this time； knowing time was running out； keenly aware that once the boat and its occupants broke into the open bay； there would be spectators to report the murders。
Then； magically； the pilot of the ultralight that rolled off to the left of the Chris…Craft suddenly slumped in his seat and his arms fell to his sides。 One of Julia's bullets had taken the pilot in the chest and torn through his heart。 The aircraft sheered off violently； its wingtip brushed the water and then it cartwheeled crazily across the wake of the boat before disappearing into the uncaring river。
There was no time to celebrate Julia's phenomenal shot。 Their situation went from bad to worse as she fired her last shell。 The pilot on the last ultralight； seeing the return fire slacken and finally die； and the Chris…Craft slow considerably with smoke beginning to curl from the engine partment； threw caution to the winds and came at them no more than five feet above the water。
The Chris…Craft was limping along at less than ten miles an hour。 The race for survival was almost over。 Pitt looked up and saw the Chinese gunner in the inner ultralight。 The eyes were covered by stylish sunglasses； and his lips stretched in a tight grin。 He waved a salute and lifted his weapon； finger tightening on the trigger。
In a final act of defiance； Pitt shook his fist in the air and raised the third digit。 Then he threw his body over Julia and the two children in what he knew was a futile effort to use his body as a shield。 He tensed； waiting for the bullets to tear into his back。
THE OLD MAN WITH THE SCYTHE； TO PlTT'S GREAT RELIEF； either decided he had urgent business at a catastrophe elsewhere； or Pitt wasn't worth taking and threw him back。 The bullets Pitt expected to feel plowing through his flesh never came because they were never fired。
He firmly believed the last sound he was about to hear in this life was the soft report of a suppressed machine pistol。 Instead； the rapid beat of rotor blades reverberated in the air； rotor blades whirling at top speed； drowning out the exhaust and unpleasant noises from inside the big Chrysler。 With a thundering roar acpanied by a great gust of wind that flattened every hair on every head； a huge shadow flashed over the Chris…Craft。 Before anyone prehended what was happening； a big t irquoise helicopter with the letters NUMA painted on its tail boom； swept down the river straight at the yellow ultralight like an avenging hawk swooping on a canary。
〃Oh God no！〃 Julia moaned。
〃Never fear！〃 Pitt shouted jubilantly。 〃This one's on our side。〃
He recognized the McDonnell Douglas Explorer； a fast； no…tail rotor helicopter with twin engines and a top speed in excess of 170 miles an hour； as a craft he'd often flown。 The forward fuselage looked like those on most rotorcraft； but the tail boom； with its dual vertical stabilizers； extended to the rear like a thin corona cigar。
〃Where did it e from？〃
〃My ride showed up early；〃 Pitt said； swearing to put the pilot in his will。
Every pair of eyes in the runabout and on the remaining ultralight were trained on the intruder as it charged through the air。 Two figures could be seen through the transparent bow of the helicopter。 The copilot was wearing a baseball cap turned backward and peered through horn…rim glasses。 The pilot wore a reed hat like those woven on tropical beaches and a brightly flowered Hawaiian aloha shirt。 A gargantuan cigar was clenched between his teeth。
Kung Chong was no longer grinning。 His expression was one of abject shock and fear。 It flashed through his mind that the new bully on the playground wasn't about to back off。 He took stock and saw that the runabout； though barely making headway； would soon reach the mouth of the river leading into Grapevine Bay。 From his height he could already see a small fleet of fishing boats heading out to sea around the final bend in the river。 Houses on the outskirts of a town perched along the shoreline。 People walked along the beaches。 His chance for terminating the escaped immigrants and the devil responsible for the chaos at Orion Lake had evaporated。 Kung Chong had no choice but to order his pilot to break off the attack。 In an attempt to dodge its attacker； the ultralight pulled up sharply and curled a turn so tight its wing tipped on a vertical angle。
The pilot of the NUMA helicopter had been there before。 He easily second…guessed his opponent。 There was never a flicker of pity or indecision。 The face was expressionless as he easily matched the ultralight's steep turn and closed the distance between them。 Then came a crunching sound as the landing skids of the helicopter ripped through the ultralight's flimsy wing。
The men in the open seats froze as their craft twisted in maddened torment； seeking desperately； hopelessly to cling to the sky。 Then the shredded wing folded in the middle； and the little craft dove and crashed into a shoreline filled with large rocks。 There was no explosion； as only a small cloud of dust and debris sprayed the air。 All that remained was a distorted mass of wreckage with two bodies fused amid the shattered struts and tubing。
The helicopter hovered over the crippled Chris…Craft as the pilot and the man sitting in the copilot's seat both leaned out the cockpit windows and waved。
Julia waved back and threw them kisses。 〃Whoever those wonderful men are； they saved our lives。〃
〃Their names are Al Giordino and Rudi Gunn。〃
〃Friends of yours？〃
〃For many； many years；〃 Pitt said； beaming like a lighthouse。
The struggling old Chrysler marine engine almost carried them to the end of their harrowing voyage； but not quite。 Its bearings and pistons finally froze from lack of oil； and it gave up the ghost only two hundred yards from the dock that extended from the main street of the seaside village of Grapevine。 A young teenager with an outboard boat towed the battered Chris…Craft and its weary passengers to the dock； where two men and one woman waited。 None of the tourists strolling the wooden pier nor any of the local residents fishing over the railings would have guessed by the casual clothing that the three people standing at the end of the dock were INS agents about to collect a group of illegal immigrants。
〃Your people？〃 Pitt asked Julia。
She nodded。 〃I've never met him but I assume one of them is the district director of investigations。〃
Pitt held up the little boy； made a funny face and was rewarded with a smile and a laugh。 〃What will happen to these people now？〃
〃They're illegal aliens。 Under the law they must be sent back to China。〃
He looked at her and scowled。 〃After what they've endured； it would be a crime to send them back。〃
〃I agree；〃 said Julia。 〃But my hands are tied。 I can fill out the required paperwork and remend they be allowed to stay。 But their final disposition is beyond my control。〃
〃Paperwork！〃 Pitt nearly spat the word。 〃You can do better than that。 The minute they step foot in their homeland； Shang's people will have them killed； and you damned well know it。 They wouldn't be alive if you hadn't shot down the ultralights。 You know the rule； save someone's life and you're forever responsible for them。 You can't wash your hands of them and not care about their fate。〃
〃I do care；〃 Julia said firmly。 She looked at Pitt the way women usually look at men when they feel as if they're talking to the village idiot。 〃And I'm not about to wash my hands of them。 And because it is entirely possible； as you suggest； that they might be murdered if they returned to the Chinese mainland； it goes without saying that they'll be given every opportunity to apply for political asylum。 There are laws； Mr。 Pitt； whether you or I like them or not。 But they're for a purpose and must be followed。 I promise you that if it is humanly possible for these people to bee United States citizens； it shall be。〃
〃I'll hold you to that promise；〃 Pitt said quietly。 〃Believe me；〃 she said earnestly； 〃I'll do everything in my power to help them。〃
〃Should you run into problems； please contact me through NUMA。 I have a bit of political influence and might arrange for the Senate to back their cause。〃
She looked at him skeptically。 〃How could a marine engineer with NUMA possibly have political influence in the Senate？〃
〃Would it help if I told you my father is Senator George Pitt of California？〃
〃Yes；〃 she murmured； properly awed。 〃I can see you might prove useful。〃
The boy in the outboard cast off the towline； and the Chris…Craft bumped against the dock pilings。 The Chinese immigrants were all smiles。 They were happy at not being shot at any longer； and elated to have at last reached safety in America。 Any apprehension about their fate was set aside for the moment。 Pitt passed up the little boy and girl to the waiting hands of the INS agents and then turned to help the mother and father step up to the dock。
A tall； jovial…looking man with twinkling eyes stepped up to Julia and put his arm around her。 The look on his face was one of passion at seeing the bruised and swollen face with blood caked around the split lips。 〃Ms。 Lee； I'm George Sim…mons。〃
〃Yes； the assistant district director。 I spoke to you over the phone from the cabin。〃
〃You don't know how happy we are to see you alive； how grateful for your information。〃
〃Not as happy as I am；〃 she said； wincing with pain as she tried to crack a smile。
〃Jack Farrar； the district director； would have greeted you himself； but he's directing the cleanup operation on Orion Lake。〃
〃It's started？〃
〃Our agents dropped onto the grounds by helicopter eight minutes ago。〃
〃The prisoners inside the building？〃
〃All alive； but in need of medical care。〃
〃The security guards？〃
〃Rounded up without a fight。 At last report only their head man had yet to be apprehended。 But he should be in custody shortly。〃
Julia turned to Pitt； who was helping the last of the elderly immigrants out of the runabout。 〃Mr。 Simmons； may I introduce Mr。 Dirk Pitt of NUMA； who made your raid possible。〃
Simmons stuck out his hand to Pitt。 〃Ms。 Lee didn't have time to fill me in on the details； Mr。 Pitt； but I gather that you pulled off a remarkable achievement。〃
〃They call it being hi the right place at the right time；〃 said Pitt； gripping the INS agent's hand。
〃Seems to me it was more like the right man being where it counts most；〃 said Simmons。 〃If you don't mind； I'd like a report of your activities over the past two days。〃
Pitt nodded and then pointed at the Chinese who were being herded by the other INS agents to a waiting bus at the end of the dock。 〃These people have gone through the worst ordeal imaginable。 I hope they'll be treated in a humane manner。〃
〃I can safely say； Mr。 Pitt； they will be given every consideration。〃
〃Thank you； Mr。 Simmons。 I appreciate your concern。〃
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