“Looks like Eddie and Linc are making their move,” he said.
A second later, Eddie’s panting voice filled the high-tech room from ceiling-mounted speakers. “Eighteen present and accounted for.”
Max Hanley couldn’t care less. “Have you heard or seen the Chairman?”
“Negative. Last I knew, he was in the plant. He hasn’t gotten word to you?”
“No, damn it! All he said was, he’d find his own way out.”
“What do you want us to do?”
As much as Max wanted to delay, he knew that Eddie and his group of freed captives would eventually draw attention. “Get to the submersible as fast as you can. Maybe Juan’s already on his way. His radio could be dead.”
“We’re moving.”
Hanley tried calling Cabrillo on every preset frequency their radios picked up. He got no response. He knew in his gut that Juan hadn’t gotten clear when the gas processor blew. There hadn’t been enough time. He’d sacrificed himself to stick to their plan.
THE SCENE ON THE GROUND was absolute pandemonium. Lieutenant Jimenez couldn’t find the Major, and the discipline they had drilled into their men seemed to have evaporated. This was the start of the American attack and yet many of his troopers abandoned their positions to gawk at the conflagration. He screamed at them to return to their posts and get ready for the assault. Noncoms added their snarls, and slowly they started getting the soldiers to pay attention to
their duty.
Oil workers ignored the curfew and poured from their dormitories to see what had happened. When Jimenez yelled at them to return indoors, he was met with derision. Within minutes of the blast, a hundred men or more were outside.
A Corporal approached and saluted. “Lieutenant, it’s not the Americans.”
“What? What did you say?”
“It’s not the Americans, sir. The Guillermo broke free from her mooring and drifted into the big processing plant. That’s what caused the explosion.”
“Are you certain?”
“I saw it myself. It looks like a quarter of the ship is buried inside the building.”
Jimenez couldn’t believe it. An accident caused all this? “Have you seen Major Espinoza?”
“No, sir. I’m sorry.”
“If you see him, tell him I’m investigating the plant.”
“Sir. Yes, sir.”
Jimenez was about to start across the complex when he heard the unmistakable chatter of an automatic weapon. This was no accident. He took off at a run toward where the gunfire originated.
WHEN THE EXPLOSION ROCKETED into the storm-torn sky, Linc started hustling the prisoners out to the entry vestibule while Eddie used a lighter to ignite the flammable jelly. It went up even better than he’d hoped. The wood paneling was the cheapest product available and was made of sawdust and glue that burned furiously. In seconds, the top layer of space was a dense cloud of smoke.
He made sure he was the last person out. He rushed across the room where the guards still slept. They left the door open so fresh air would revive them, though the reason behind this was to feed the fire and not offer these men any humanity.
As Cabrillo had predicted, the Argentines had temporarily lost control of the situation. Soldiers had left their patrol sectors, and civilians were mingling in with the troops.
A half mile away, the fire at the gas plant glowed orange and yellow through the curtain of blowing snow. Eddie didn’t have to see it to know the building was a total loss. Without that facility, the men had no way of powering their base. In one fiery instant, the Corporation turned the Argentines from masters of the Antarctic Peninsula to people who were going to need rescuing within days or risk freezing to death. Their hope of annexing this region was over. The world would not sit idly back and let them rebuild.
All that remained now was getting away with it.
He didn’t like that they were such a big group. Large numbers attract attention; however, no one seemed to be paying them heed. Most were making their way closer to the huge blaze to see what had happened.
He made his report to the Oregon, and was as troubled as Max about Juan’s disappearance. But he knew the Chairman and had a pretty good feeling that he was boarding the minisub this second.
They kept moving at a pace that wasn’t quite a jog but more than a walk. The buildings were packed tightly together, and it was only a matter of time before they rounded a blind corner and ran into a sentry.