"A real one?"
"A real one. File this away. I've got Argentine passports for you, Ettinger, and the Chief, too. Or I did. Where are they, Enrico?"
"In the safe at San Pedro y San Pablo," Enrico said. "I did not want Se¤ora Carzino-Cormano to see them."
And I goddamned sure don't want General Rawson-or, for that matter, Claudia-to see them. I've got to get into that goddamned safe before she does!
"I don't understand any of that," Tony said.
"Just before we took out the Reine de la Mer, my father got us passports in case we had to leave Argentina in a hurry."
Tony nodded his understanding, then asked: "But if you came here on an Argentine passport... Christ, you're not traveling on a diplomatic passport?"
"No."
"You realize what that means? If I get caught doing something I shouldn't be doing down here, all they can do is throw me out of the country. Christ only knows what they'll do to you. I can't believe you were dumb enough to go along with that."
"None of us had diplomatic passports the first time we came down here. Et-tinger still doesn't have one."
"We had American passports. They'd think twice before standing an Amer-ican citizen in front of a wall. An Argentine? You're likely to get yourself shot on general principles."
"I don't think that's likely."
"Everybody with enough brains to find their ass with one hand knows we're OSS, Clete. Who does Graham think we're fooling?"
"I don't think Graham thinks we're fooling anybody."
"Then what?"
"Our team, Tony-presuming Captain Ashton's radar gets here, and works-is going to have very little to do with taking out the replacement re-plenishment ship, except for using our radio to communicate with the subma-rine. Graham hopes everybody will be so busy watching us, they won't be looking too hard for another team."
"And what if Ashton can't get his radar in here?"
"Then we'll have to locate the ship."
"With a Piper Cub?"
"Unless I can figure out some way to get the C-45 into Argentina."
"How's the other team going to take it out?"
"You weren't briefed?"
"You explain it to me."
"Graham will let us know the name of the ship as soon he finds out. Then we find out roughly where it is in Samboromb¢n Bay. Once we do that, Ashton can keep track of it with his radar. Then they send in another submarine to sink it."
"And if Captain Ashton and his magic radar can't get into Argentina? Or his radar doesn't work?"
"I think it will work," Clete said. "The problem is getting it into the coun-try."
"You know as much about radars as I do," Tony said. "Zero. On the other hand, the Chief knows all about them. When I told him this nutty idea, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He says there's no radar in the world that can lo-cate a ship within a hundred yards."
The Chief was Chief Radioman Oscar J. Schultz, USN, formerly of the USS Alfred Thomas, DD-107. Chief Schultz volunteered for OSS service when he learned during a "Courtesy Call" of his ship to Buenos Aires that the team's radioman, Sergeant David Ettinger, couldn't handle all that had to be done by himself.
"I think he's wrong. If he's right, I'll go out and find it with one of the Piper Cubs."
"If they were going to send us out to light it up again, you'd tell me, right?"