alistairmaclean.seawitch-第7章
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to rough workclothes； which resulted in rather remarkable changes in their appearance and character。 While they were doing this； Watkins went to the depot garage； picked a surprisingly ineffectual lock； selected a two…ton truck； hot…wired the ignition…the keys were； understandably； missing…and drove out to the already open main loading doors of the depot。
Palermo had brought along with him one by the name of Jacobson who； between sojourns in various penitentiaries； had developed to a remarkable degree the fine art of opening any type of lock； bination or otherwise。 Fortunately his services were not needed； for nobody； curiously enough； had taken the trouble to conceal some score of keys hanging on the wall in the main office。
In less than half an hour Palermo and his men had loaded aboard the truck…chosen because it was a covered…van type…a staggering variety of weaponry； ranging from bazookas to machine pistols； together with sufficient ammunition for a battalion and a considerable amount of high explosives。 Then they relocked the doors and took the keys with them…when the next relief arrived at eight in the morning it would take them that much longer to discover what had actually happened。 After that； they locked the loading and main entrance doors。
Watkins drove the minibus； with its load of discarded clothes； back to its place of concealment； returned to the truck and drove off。 The other nine sat or lay in varying degrees of disfort among the weaponry in the back。 It was as well for them that it was only twenty minutes' drive to Lord Worth's private； isolated and deserted heliport…deserted； that is； except for two helicopters； their pilots and copilots。
The truck； using only its sidelights； came through the gates of the heliport and drew up alongside one of the helicopters。 Discreet portable loading lights were switched on； casting hardly more than a dull glow； but sufficient for a man only eighty yards away and equipped with a pair of night glasses to distinguish clearly what was going on。 And Roomer； prone in the spinney with the binoculars to his eyes； was only eighty yards away。 No attempt had been made to wrap or in any way to disguise the nature of the cargo。 It took only twenty minutes to unload the truck and stow its contents away in the helicopter under the watchful eye of a pilot with a keen regard for weight distribution。
Palermo and his men； with the exception of Watkins； boarded the other helicopter and sat back to await promised reinforcements。 The pilot of this helicopter had already； as was customary； radio…filed his flight plan to the nearest airport； accurately giving his destination as the Seawitch。 To have done otherwise would have been foolish indeed。 The radar tracking systems along the Gulf states are as efficient as any in the world； and any course deviation from a falsely declared destination would have meant that； in very short order； two highly suspicious pilots in supersonic jets would be flying alongside and asking some very unpleasant questions。
Watkins drove the truck back to the garage； Jewired the ignition； locked the door； retrieved the minibus and left。 Before dawn； all his friends* clothes would have been returned to their apartments； and the minibus； which had of course been stolen； to its parking lot。
Roomer was getting bored and his elbows were being sore。 Since the minibus had driven away some half hour ago he had remained in the same prone position； his night glasses seldom far from his eyes。 His sandwiches were gone； as was all his coffee； and he would have given much for a cigarette but decided it would be unwise。 Clearly those aboard the helicopters were waiting for something； and that something could only be the arrival of Lord Worth。
He heard the sound of an approaching engine and saw another vehicle； with only sidelights on； turn through the gateway。 It was another minibus。 Whoever was inside was not the man he was waiting for； he knew： Lord Worth was not much given to traveling in minibuses。 The vehicle drew up alongside the passenger helicopter and its passengers disembarked and climbed aboard the helicooter。 Roomer counted twelve in all。
The last was just disappearing inside the helicopter when another vehicle arrived。 This one didn't pass through the gateway； it swept through it； with only parking lights on。 A Rolls Royce。 Lord Worth； for a certainty。 As if to redouble his certainty； there caine to his ears the soft swish of tires on the grass。 He twisted round to see a car； both lights and engine off； coasting to a soundless stop beside his own。
〃Over here；〃 Roomer called softly。 Mitchell joined him； and together they watched the white…clad figure of Lord Worth leave the Rolls and mount the steps to the helicopter。 〃I guess that pletes the payload for the night。〃
〃The payload being？〃
〃There are twenty…one other passengers aboard that machine。 I can't swear to it； but instinct tells me they are not honest； upright citizens。 They say that every multimillionaire has his own private army。 I think I've just seen one of Lord Worth's platoons filing by。〃
〃The second chopper's not involved？〃
〃It sure is。 It's the star of the show…loaded to the gunwales with armament。〃
〃That's not a crime in itself。 Could be part of Lord Worth's private collection。 He's got one of the biggest in the country。〃
〃Private citizens aren't allowed to have bazookas； machine guns and high explosives in their collections。〃
〃He borrowed them； you think？〃
〃Yeah。 Without payment or receipt。〃
〃The nearest government arsenal？〃
〃I'd say so。〃
〃They're still sitting there。 Maybe they're waiting a preset time before takeoff。 Might be some time。 Let's go to one of the cars and radio the law。〃
〃The nearest army mand post is seven miles from here。〃
〃Right。〃
The two men were on their feet and had taken only two steps toward the cars when； almost simultaneously； the engines of both helicopters started up with their usual clattering roar。 Seconds later both machines lifted off。
Mitchell said： 〃Well； it was a thought。〃
〃 'Was' is right。 Look at 'em go： honest Godfearing citizens with all their navigational lights on。〃
〃That's in case someone bumps into them；〃 Mitchell said。 〃We could call up the nearest air force base and have them forced down。〃
〃On what grounds？〃
〃Stolen government property。〃
〃No evidence。 Just our say…so。 They'll find out Lord Worth is aboard。 Who's going to take the word of a couple of busted cops against his？〃
〃No one。 A sobering thought。 Ever felt like a pariah？〃
〃Like now。 I feel goddamned helpless。 Well； let's go and find some evidence。 Where's the nearest arsenal from here？〃
〃About a mile from the mand post。 I know where。〃
〃Why don't they keep their damned arsenals inside the mand posts？〃
〃Because ammunition can and does blow up。 How would you like to be sitting in a crowded barracks when an ammo dump blew up next door？〃
Roomer straightened from the keyhole of the main door of the arms depot and reluctantly pocketed the very large set of keys which any ill…disposed law officer could have jailed him for carrying。
〃I thought I could open any door with this bunch。 But not this one。 Give you one guess where the keys are now。〃
〃Probably sailing down from a chopper into the Gulf。〃
〃Right。 Those loading doors have the same lock。 Besides that； nothing but barred windows。 You don't have a hacksaw on you； do you； Mike？〃
〃I will next time。〃 He shone his flashlight through one of the barred windows。 All he could see was his own reflection。 He took out his pistol and； holding it by the barrel； struck the heavy butt several times against the glass； without any noticeable effect…hardly surprising； considering that the window lay several inches beyond the bars and the force of the blows was minimal。
Roomer said： 〃What are you trying to do？〃
Mitchell was patient。 〃Break the glass。〃
〃Breaking the glass won't help you get inside。〃
〃It'll help me see and maybe hear。 I wonder if that's just plate glass or armored stuff。〃 〃How should I know？〃
〃Well； we'll find out。 If it's armored； the bullet will ricochet。 Get down。〃 Both men crouched and Mitchell fired one shot at an upward angle。 The bullet did not ricochet。 It passed through； leaving a jagged hole with radiating cracks。 Mitchell began chipping away round the hole but desisted when Roomer appeared with a heavy car j ack…handle： a few powerful blows and Roomer had a hole almost a foot in diameter。 Mitchell shone his flash through this： an office lined with filing cabinets and an open door beyond。 He put his ear as close to the hole as possible and he heard it at once； the faint but unmistakable sound of metal clanging against metal and the shouting of unmistakably hoarse voices。 Mitchell withdrew his head and nodded to Roomer； who leaned forward and listened in turn。
Roomer straightened and said： 〃There are a lot of frustrated people in there。〃
About a mile beyond the entrance to the army mand post they stopped by a roadside telephone booth。 Mitchell telephoned the army post； told them the state of defenses at their arsenal building would bear investigation and that it would be advisable for them to bring along a duplicate set of keys for the main door。 When asked who was speaking he hung up and returned to Roomer's car。
'Too late to call in the Air Force now； I suppose？〃
〃Too late。 They'll be well out over extraterritorial waters by now。 There's no state of war。 Not yet。〃 He sighed。 〃Why； oh why； didn't I have an infrared movie camera tonight？〃
Over in Mississippi Conde's task of breaking into the naval depot there turned out to be ridiculously easy。 He had with him only six men； although he had sixteen more waiting in reserve aboard the 120…foot vessel Roomer； which was tied up dockside less than thirty feet from the arsenal。 Those men had already effectively neutralized the three armed guards who patrolled the dock area at night。
The arsenal was guarded by only two retired naval petty officers； who regarded their job not only as a sinecure but downright nonsense； for who in his right mind would want to steal depth charges and naval guns？ It was their invariable custom to prepare themselves for sleep immediately upon arrival； and asleep they soundly were when Conde and his men entered through the door they hadn't even bothered to lock。
They used two forklift trucks to trundle depth charges； light； dual…purpose antiaircraft guns； and a sufficiency of shells down to the dockside； then used one of the scores of cranes that lined the dockside to lower the stolen equipment into the hold of the Roamer； which was then battened down。 Clearing customs was the merest formality。 The customs official had seen the Roamer e and go so many times that they had long ago lost count。 Besides； no one was going to have the temerity to inspect the oceangoing property of one of the very richest men in the world： the Roamer was Lord Worth's seismo…logical survey vessel。
At its base not far from Havana； a small； conventionally powered and Russian…built submarine slipped its moorings and quietly put out to sea。 The hastily assembled but nonetheless hand…picked crew was informed that they were on a training cruise designed to test the seagoing readin
