"That explains why he stalled off ordering me to kill Hasan, Kamil and the rest. He wanted them unharmed until Machado and his scum could remove you and me and our people."
"What do Yazid and Topiltzin gain by keeping the hostages alive?" asked Ibn.
"By playing the saviors of two presidents, the SecretaryGeneral of the United Nations and an important United States politician, Yazid and Topiltzin will gain the admiration of international leaders. They automatically become stronger while their opponents lose ground. They are then free to assume the reigns of their governments in peaceful takeovers, widening their power base and increasing their benevolent images in the eyes of the world."
Ibn bent his head in resignation. "So we've been thrown to the vultures."
Ammar nodded. "Yazid meant for us to die from the beginning to guarantee our silence on this and other missions we've performed for him,"
"What of Captain Machado and his Mexican crew? What happens to them after they've eliminated us?"
"Topiltzin would see to it they vanished after their return to Mexico."
"They would have to escape the ship and island first."
"Yes," Annnar replied thoughtfully. He paced the communications room angrily. "It seems I badly underestimated Yazid's cunning. I was smug in thinking Machado was impotent because he knew nothing of our arrangements for escaping to a safe airfield in Argentina. But thanks to Yazid, our Mexican comrade has implemented his own departure plans."
"Then why hasn't he murdered us by now?"
"Because Yazid and Topiltzin won't give him the order until they're ready to act out their sham negotiations for the hostage release."
Suddenly Ammar turned and gripped the shoulder of the radio man, who quickly removed his headphones. "Have you'received any unusual messages directed to the ship?"
The Egyptian communications expert looked curious. "Strange you should ask. Our Latin friends have been in and out of here every ten minutes, asking the same question. I thought they must be stupid. any acknowledgment to a direct transmission would be intercepted by American-European intelligence listening facilities. They'd fix our position within seconds."
"So you've intercepted nothing suspicious."
The Arab communications man shook his head. "Even if I did, any message would certainly be in code."
"Shut down the equipment. Make the Mexicans think you're still listening for something. Whenever they ask about an incoming message, play dumb and keep saying you've heard nothing."
Ibn stared at him expectantly. "My instructions, Sideiman?"
"Keep a sharp watch on Machado's crew. Get them off balance by acting friendly. Open the lounge bar and invite them to drink. Give the worst guard duty to our men, so the Latins can relax. This will lower their defenses."
"Shall we kill them before they kill us?"
"No," said Ammar, a flicker of sadistic pleasure in his eyes.
"We'll leave that job to the glacier."
"Can't be less than a million icebergs down there," said Gior dino bleakly. "Be easier picking a midget headwaiter out of a colony of penguins. This could take days."
Colonel Hollis was in the same mood. "There has to be one matching the Lady Flamborough's contour and dimensions.
Keep looking."
"Bear in mind," said Gunn, "Antarctic bergs tend to be flat.
The superstructure under the plastic shroud will give the ship a multipinnacle shape."
Dillenger's eye was enlarged four times its size through a magnifying glass. "The definition is amazing," he muttered.
"Be even better when we see what's on the other side of those clouds."
They were all grouped around a small table in the communications compartment of the Sounder, examining a huge color photo from the Casper. The aerial reconnaissance film had been processed and sent through the survey ship's laser receiver less than forty minutes after the aircraft landed.
The well-defined detail showed a sea of bergs broken away from the Larsen Ice Shelf on the eastern side of the peninsula, while hundreds more could be distinguished near glaciers off Graham Land to the west.