Treasure of Khan (Dirk Pitt 19)

"You!" she rasped, losing her voice in shock.

"You were expecting Chicken Delight?" Pitt replied, holding the .45 aimed at her belly.

"But you died in the desert," she stammered.

"No, that would be that phony monk friend of yours," Giordino replied, picking up the Makarov. Tatiana seemed to shrivel at the words.

"Al, you came back," Theresa said, nearly welling up at the turn of events. Giordino squeezed her hand.

"Sorry to rough you around on the way in," he said. Theresa nodded her head in understanding and squeezed his hand back.

"We are sure glad to see you, Mr. Pitt," Wofford said. "We had little hope of getting out of here in one piece."

"We saw what they did to Roy," Pitt said with a cold eye to Tatiana. "This place isn't exactly a Girl Scout camp. All the same, you saved us the trouble of trying to find you in this palace."

"I think it might be a good time to make an exit, before any real palace guards show up," Giordino added, escorting Theresa toward the door.

"Wait," she said. "The seismic reports. We found evidence that they may try to disrupt tectonic fault zones in the Persian Gulf and Alaska."

"This is absurd," Tatiana declared.

"No one is talking to you, sister," Giordino replied, pointing the Makarov in her direction.

"It's true," Wofford said, bending down and helping Theresa scoop up the papers that littered the floor. "They designated the destruction of the oil pipeline at the northern end of Lake Baikal that somehow triggered the seiche wave. They've also targeted specific faults in the Persian Gulf, and one near the Alaska Pipeline as well."

"They've already struck the gulf successfully, I'm afraid," Pitt said. "The data should fill in nicely with the photos that Rudi is taking as we speak," Giordino added.

Pitt saw the quizzical looks on Theresa and Wofford's faces.

"An acoustic seismic array sits in the lab across the way. Used to trigger earthquakes, we believe, which have already created extensive damage to oil port facilities in the Persian Gulf. Your documents would appear to support the contention. We didn't know Alaska was next on the hit list."

Theresa stood up with an armload of documents when a deafeningly shrill sound pierced the hallway. The growing blaze of burning books had finally triggered a smoke detector outside the study, its alarm echoing throughout the residence.

"We set fire to the study," Theresa explained. "Hoped to use it as a diversion for Jim and I to escape."

"Maybe we still can," Pitt replied, "but let's not wait for the fire brigade to arrive."

He quickly stepped through the open door as Theresa and Wofford followed behind. Tatiana edged toward the back wall, trying to slip behind in the mass exit. Giordino smiled at her attempt, walking over and grabbing a fistful of her sweater.

"I'm afraid you'll be leaving with us, darling. Do you care to walk or fly?" he asked, shoving her roughly toward the door. Tatiana turned and snarled at him, then begrudgingly moved through the doorway.

Outside, Pitt quickly led the group across the portico to the outlying support columns, then stopped. The sound of galloping horse hooves far to his right told him a patrol near the northern edge of the residence had heard the alarm and was charging toward the entrance. Ahead and to his left, a yelling and commotion was erupting near the stables and security quarters. Pitt could see lanterns and flashlights hurrying toward the residence, carried by guards woken by the alarm and rushing there on foot.

Pitt silently cursed that Theresa had set fire to the residence. If they had gotten away a few minutes earlier, the confusion might have played into their hands. But now the entire security force was roused and rushing toward their position. Their only option was to lay low and hope the guards surged past them.

Pitt m

otioned toward the rosebushes behind the columns. "Everybody get down flat. We'll wait for them to enter the house, then we'll move on," he said in a low voice.

Theresa and Wofford quickly dove to the ground and slithered behind a row of the thorny flowers. Giordino shoved Tatiana behind a budding bush, then clasped a hand over her mouth. With his other hand, he motioned the Makarov's barrel to his lips and said, "Shhh."

Pitt kneeled down and pulled the handheld radio from his belt then held it to his lips.

"Rudi, can you hear me?" he said quietly.

"I'm all ears," came an equally hushed reply.

"We're on our way out, but there's a party starting up. We'll have to meet up on the fly, in about five or ten minutes."