Dragon (Dirk Pitt 10)

They tensed as the elevator arrived and the doors slid open. Fortunately it was empty. They entered, but Pitt hung back, head tilted as if listening to a distant sound. Then he was inside, pressing the button for the fourth level. A few seconds later they stepped out into a vacant corridor.

They moved quickly, silently, following Pitt. He stopped outside the hospital and paused at the door.

"Why are you stopping here?" Weatherhill asked softly.

"We'll never find our way around this complex without a map or a guide," Pitt murmured. "Follow me inside." He pushed the door button and kicked it back against its stops.

Startled, the nurse-receptionist looked up in surprise at seeing Pitt burst through the doorway. She was not the same nurse who aided Dr. Nogami during Pitt's earlier visit. This one was as ugly and ruggedly constructed as a road grader. Even as she recovered, her arm snapped out toward an alarm button on an intercom communications unit. Her finger was a centimeter away when Pitt's flattened palm struck her violently on the chin, catapulting her in a backward somersault onto the floor unconscious.

Dr. Nogami heard the commotion and rushed from his office, stopping abruptly and staring at Pitt and the MAIT team as they flooded through the door before pushing it closed. Oddly, the expression on his face was one of curious amusement rather than shock.

"Sorry for intruding, Doc, Pitt said, "but we need directions."

Nogami gazed down at his nurse who was lying on the floor out cold. "You certainly have a way with women."

"She was about to set off an alarm," Pitt said apologetically.

"Lucky you caught her by surprise. Nurse Oba knows karate like I know medicine." Only then did Nogami take a few seconds to study the motley group of people standing around the prostrate nurse. He shook his head almost sadly. "So you're the finest MAIT team the U.S. can field. You sure don't look it.

Where in hell did Ray Jordan dig you people up?"

Giordino was the only one who didn't stare back at the doctor in mute surprise. He looked up at Pitt.

"Do you know something we don't?"

"May I introduce Dr. Josh Nogami, the British deep cover operative who's been supplying the lion's share of information on Suma and his operation."

"You figured it out," said Nogami.

Pitt made a modest hands-out gesture. "Your clues made it elementary. There is no St. Paul's Hospital in Santa Ana, California. But there is a Saint Paul's Cathedral in London."

"You don't sound British," said Stacy.

"Though my father was raised as a British subject, my mother came from San Francisco, and I attended medical school at UCLA. I can do a reasonable American accent without too much effort." He hesitated and looked Pitt in. the eye, his smile gone. "You realize, I hope, that by coming back here you've blown my cover."

"I regret throwing you in the limelight," Pitt said sincerely, "but we have a more immediate problem."

He nodded toward the others. "Maybe only another ten or fifteen minutes before Kamatori and three of his security robots are discovered. . . ah. . . incapacitated. Damned little time to set off an explosive charge and get out of here."

"Wait a minute." Nogami raised a hand. "Are you saying you killed Kamatori and zapped three roboguards?"

"They don't come any deader," Giordino answered cheerfully.

Mancuso was not interested in cordial conversation. "If you can please provide us with a diagram of this complex, and quickly, we'll be on our way and out of your hair."

"I photographed the construction blueprints on microfilm, but had no way of smuggling them out to your people after I lost my contact."

"Jim Hanamura?"

"Yes. Is he dead?" Nogami asked, certain of the answer.

Pitt nodded. "Cut down by Kamatori."

"Jim was a good man. I hope Kamatori died slowly."

"He didn't exactly enjoy the trip."

"Can you please help us?" Mancuso asked urgently, insistently. "We're running out of time."