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opportunity。 Or at the very least； he might have given the idea brief consideration。
With the flashlight carefully hooded to prevent being seen by the terrorists； and its beam angled down at the indentations in the post covering the soft earth that traveled into the darkness； Pitt plunged through the rain forest。 He ignored the rain with utter indifference。 He moved with the determination of a man outside himself。 Time meant nothing； not once did he glance at the luminous dial of his watch。 The trek through the rain forest in the dead of night became a blur in his mind。 Only when the morning sky began to brighten and he could put away the flashlight did his spirits take a turn for the better。
When he began his pursuit； the terrorists had more than a three…hour start。 But he had closed the gap； walking at a steady gait when the trail ran steeply upward； jogging on the rare stretches where it leveled briefly。 He never broke his stride； never once stopped to rest。 His heart was beginning to pound under the strain； but his legs still pumped away without any muscle pain or tightness。 When he came on the ancient stone road and the going became easier； he actually increased his pace。 Thoughts of the unseen horrors of the jungle had been cast aside； and throughout that seemingly perpetual night； all fear and apprehension became strangely remote。
He paid scant notice to the immense stone structures along the long avenue。 He rushed on； now in daylight and on open ground； making little or no attempt at concealment。 Only when he reached the pass into the valley did he slow down and stop； surveying the landscape ahead。 He spotted the huge temple against the steep cliff approximately a half kilometer （a third of a mile） distant。 One tiny figure sat at the top of the long stairway； hunched over with his back against a wide archway。 There was no doubt in Pitt's mind this was where the terrorists had taken their hostages。 The narrow pass was the only way in and out of the steep…walled valley。 The fear and anxiety that he might stumble across the bodies of Giordino and the archaeologists were swept away in a wave of relief。 The hunt was ended； now the quarry； who did not yet know they were quarry； had to be quietly canceled out one by one until the odds became manageable。
He moved in closer； using the fallen walls of old residential homes around the temple as cover。 He crouched and ran soundlessly from one shelter to the next until he crawled behind a large stone figure displaying a phallic design。 He paused and stared up at the entrance to the temple。 The long stairway leading to the entrance presented a formidable obstacle。 Unless he somehow possessed the power of invisibility； Pitt would be shot down before he was a quarter of the way up the steps。 Any attempt in broad daylight was suicidal。 No way in； he thought bitterly。 Flanking the staircase was out of the question。 The temple's side walls were too sheer and too smooth。 The stones were laid with such precision a knife blade could not fit between the cracks。
Then providence laid a benevolent hand on his shoulder。 The problem of creeping up the stairs unseen was erased when Pitt observed that the terrorist who was guarding the entrance to the temple had fallen hard asleep from the effects of the exhausting march through the jungle mountains。 Inhaling and exhaling a deep breath； Pitt stealthily crept toward the stairway。
Tupac Amaru was a smooth but dangerous character； and he looked it。 Having taken the name of the last king of the Incas to be tortured and killed by the Spanish； he was short； narrow…shouldered； with a vacant； brown face devoid of expression。 He looked as though he never learned how to express the least hint of passion。 Unlike most of the hill…country people whose broad faces were smooth and hairless； Amaru wore a huge moustache and long sideburns that stretched from a thick mass of straight hair that was as black as his empty eyes。 When the narrow； bloodless lips arched in a slight smile； which was rare； they revealed a set of teeth that would make an orthodontist proud。 His men； conversely； often grinned diabolically through jagged and uneven coca…stained bicuspids。
Amaru had cut a swath of death and destruction throughout the jungle hill country of Amazonas； a department in northeastern Peru that had more than its share of poverty； terrorism； sickness； and bureaucratic corruption。 His band of cutthroats was responsible for the disappearance of several explorers； government archaeologists； and army patrols that had entered the region and were never seen again。 He was not the revolutionary he seemed。 Amaru couldn't have cared less about revolution or improving the lot of the abysmally poor Indians of the Peruvian hinterlands； most of whom worked tiny plots to eke out a bare existence。 Amaru had other reasons for controlling the region and keeping the superstitious natives under his domination。
He stood in the doorway of the chamber； staring stonily at the three men and one woman before him as if for the first time； relishing the defeat in their eyes； the weariness in their bodies； exactly the state he…wanted them。
〃I regret the inconvenience；〃 he said； speaking for the first time since the abduction。 〃It is good that you offered no resistance or you would have surely been shot。〃
〃You speak pretty good English for a highlands guerrilla；〃 Rodgers acknowledged； 〃Mr。…？〃
〃Tupac Amaru。 I attended the University of Texas at Austin。〃
〃What hath Texas wrought；〃 Giordino mumbled under his breath。
〃Why have you kidnapped us？〃 Shannon whispered in a voice hushed with fear and fatigue。
〃For ransom； what else？〃 replied Amaru。 〃The Peruvian government will pay well for the return of such respected American scientists； not to mention their brilliant archaeology students； many of whom have rich and respected parents。 The money will help us continue our fight against repression of the masses。〃
〃Spoken like a munist milking a dead cow；〃 muttered Giordino。
〃The old Russian version may well be history； but the philosophy of Mao Tse…tung lives on；〃 Amaru explained patiently。
〃It lives on； all right；〃 Doc Miller sneered。 〃Billions of dollars in economic damage。 Twenty…six thousand Peruvians dead； most of the victims the very peasants whose rights you claim to be fighting for…〃 His words were cut off by a rifle butt that was jammed into his lower back near the kidney。 Miller sagged to the stone floor like a bag of potatoes； his face twisted in pain。
〃You're hardly in a position to question my dedication to the cause；〃 Amaru said coldly。
Giordino knelt beside the old man and cradled his head。 He looked up at the terrorist leader with scorn。 〃You don't take criticism very well； do you？〃
Giordino was prepared to ward off a blow to his exposed head； but before the guard could raise his rifle butt again； Shannon stepped between them。
She glared at Amaru； the pale fear in her face replaced with red anger。 〃You're a fraud；〃 Shannon stated firmly。
Amaru looked at her with a bemused expression。 〃And what brings you to that curious conclusion； Dr。 Kelsey？〃
〃You know my name？〃
〃My agent in the United States alerted me of your latest project to explore the mountains before you and your friends left the airport in Phoenix； Arizona。〃
〃Informant； you mean。〃
Amaru shrugged。 〃Semantics mean little。〃
〃A fraud and a charlatan；〃 Shannon continued。 〃You and your men aren't Shining Path revolutionaries。 Far from it。 You're nothing more than huaqueros； thieving tomb robbers。〃
〃She's right；〃 Rodgers said； backing her up。 〃You wouldn't have time to chase around the countryside blowing up power lines and police stations and still accumulate the vast cache of artifacts inside this temple。 It's obvious； you're running an elaborate artifact theft ring that has to be a full…time operation。〃
Amaru looked at his prisoners in mocking speculation。 〃Since the fact must be patently apparent to everyone in the room； I won't bother to deny it。〃
A few seconds passed in silence； then Doc Miller rose unsteadily to his feet and stared Amaru directly in the eye。 〃You thieving scum；〃 he rasped。 〃Pillager； ravager of antiquities。 If it was in my power； I'd have you and your band of looters shot down like〃
Miller broke off suddenly as Amaru； his features utterly lacking the least display of emotion and his black eyes venting evil； removed a Heckler & Koch nine…millimeter automatic from a hip holster。 With the paralyzing inevitability of a dream； he calmly； precisely； shot Doc Miller in the chest。 The reverberating blast echoed through the temple； deafening all ears。 One shot was all that was required。 Doc Miller jerked backward against the stone wall for one shocking moment； and then dropped forward onto his stomach without a sound； hands and arms twisted oddly beneath his chest as a pool of red oozed across the floor。
The captives all reflected different reactions。 Rodgers stood like a statue frozen in time； eyes wide with shock and disbelief； while Shannon instinctively screamed。 No stranger to violent death； Giordino clenched his hands at his sides。 The ice…cold indifference of the murderous act filled him with a savage rage that was tempered only by maddening helplessness。 There was no doubt in his mind； in anybody's mind； that Amaru intended to kill them all。 With nothing to lose； Giordino tensed to leap at the killer and tear out his throat before he received the inevitable bullet through the head。
〃Do not try it；〃 said Amaru； reading Giordino's thoughts； aiming the muzzle of the automatic between the eyes that burned with hate。 He inclined his head toward the guards； who stood with guns level and ready； and gave them orders in Spanish。 Then he stepped aside as one of the guards grabbed Miller around the ankles； and dragged his body out of sight into the main room of the temple； leaving a trail of blood across the stone floor。
Shannon's scream had given way to uncontrollable sobbing as she stared with bleak； unwavering eyes at the bloody streak on the floor。 She sagged to her knees in shock and buried her face in her hands。 〃He couldn't harm you。 How could you shoot down a kindly old man？〃
Giordino stared at Amaru。 〃For him； it was easy。〃
Amaru's flat； cold eyes crawled to Giordino's face。 〃You would do well to keep your mouth closed； little man。 The good doctor was supposed to be a lesson that apparently you did not prehend。〃
No one took notice of the return of the guard who had dragged away Miller's body。 No one except Giordino。 He caught the hat pulled down over the eyes； the hands concealed within the poncho。 He flicked a glance at the second guard who slouched casually against the doorway； his gun now slung loosely over one shoulder； the muzzle pointing at no one in particular。 Only two meters separated them。 Giordino figured he could be all over the guard before he knew what hit him。 But there was still the Heckler & Koch tightly gripped in Amaru's hand。
When Giordino spoke； his voice wore a cold edge。 〃You are going to die； Amaru。 You are surely going to die as violently as all the innocent people you've murdered in cold blood。〃
Amaru didn't catch the millimetric curl of Giordino's lips； the slight squint of the eyes。 His expression turned curious； then the teeth flashed and he laughed。 〃So？ You think I'm going to die； do you？ Will you be my executioner？ Or will the proud young lady do me the honor？〃
He leaned down and savagely jerked Shannon to her feet； took hold of her flowing ponytail； and viciously pulled her head backward until she was staring from wide； terrified eyes into his leering face。 〃I promise that after a few hours in my bed you'll crawl to obey my mands。〃
〃Oh； God； no；〃 Shannon moaned。
〃I take great pleasure in raping women； listening as they scream and beg〃
A brawny arm tightened around his throat and choked off his words。 〃This is for all the women you made suffer；〃 said Pitt； a macabre look in his intense green eyes； as he cast aside the poncho； jammed the barrel of the 。45 Colt down the front of Amaru's pants； and pulled the trigger。
For the second time the small confines of the room echoed with the deafe