〃Isn't there something that can be done？〃 asked the President； his eyes locked on the floating object on the viewing screen。
Higgins shrugged in defeat。 〃Shooting that monster out of the sky would only disperse the bacteria。 Beyond that； I'm afraid we can do nothing。〃
Jarvis saw a flash of realization flood the President's eyes； a sickening realization that they had e to the end of the road。 The impossible could not happen； could not be accepted； but there it was。 Death for millions was only seconds and a few hundred feet away。
So intently were they watching the scene that they did not notice the speck in the distance growing larger。 Admiral Kemper was the first to distinguish it； he seldom missed a thing。 He rose out of his chair and peered as though his eyes were laser beams。 The others finally saw it too as the speck enlarged into a helicopter ing straight on the warhead。
〃What in God's name 。 。 。〃 Higgins muttered。
〃It looks like the same crazy bastard who buzzed the Iowa；〃 an…nounced Kemper。
〃This time we'll blast his ass；〃 Higgins said； reaching for his mu…nications phone。
The low sun bounced off the helicopter's canopy； making a bright momentary glint on the viewing screen。 The craft grew； and soon； large black letters could be seen on its side。
〃NUMA；〃 said Kemper。 〃That's one of the National Underwater and Marine Agency copters。〃
Jarvis's hands fell from his face and he looked up as if suddenly awakening from a deep sleep。 〃You did say 'NUMA。' 〃
〃See for yourself；〃 Kemper said； pointing。
Jarvis looked。 Then； like a man demented； he knocked over his chair and stretched across the table； slapping the phone out of Higgins's hand。 〃No！〃 he shouted。
Higgins look stunned。
〃Leave well enough alone！〃 Jarvis snapped。 〃The pilot knows what he's doing。〃
All that Jarvis was certain of was that Dirk Pitt was behind the drama being played out over the capital city。 A NUMA helicopter and Pitt。 The two had to be connected。 A tiny glimmer of hope flickered within Jarvis as he watched the gap narrow between aircraft and warhead。
The Minerva bored in on the bright…orange parachute like a bull charging a matador's cape。 It was going to be a tight race。 Steiger and Sandecker had overestimated the trajectory of the Quick Death warhead and were hovering near the National Archives building when they saw the chute open early； a quarter of a mile short of their position。 Precious time was lost while Steiger feverishly swung the aircraft on a closing course in a desperate gamble conceived by Pitt a few hours previously。
〃Twelve seconds gone；〃 Sandecker announced impassively from the cabin door。
Eighteen seconds to detonation； Steiger thought to himself。
〃Ready on the hook and winch；〃 said Sandecker。
Steiger shook his head。 〃Too risky。 One pass is all we'll get。 Must take it through the shrouds bow…on。〃
〃You'll foul the rotor blades。〃
〃The only shot we've got；〃 Steiger replied。
Sandecker did not argue the point。 He hurriedly dropped into the copilot's seat and strapped himself in。
The warhead was looming through the windshield。 Steiger noted that it was painted regulation…Navy blue。 He pushed in the throttles to the twin turboshaft engines and at the same time pulled the pitch…control column back。 The Minerva's forward speed was cut so abruptly that both men winced as they were thrown against their safety harnesses。
〃Six seconds；〃 said Sandecker。
The shadow of the huge parachute was falling over the helicopter when Steiger flipped the craft on its starboard side。 The violent ma…neuver sent the pointed bow of the Minerva knifing between the shroud lines。 Orange silk collapsed and covered the windshield； blotting out the sun。 Three of the lines caught and wrapped around the rotor shaft before the tired old material gave way and shredded。 The rest entwined around the fuselage and jerked the Minerva to a near stop as they tautened and took up the strain of the heavy projectile。
〃Two seconds；〃 Sandecker rasped through clenched teeth。
The Minerva was being pulled downward by the weight of the shell。 Steiger returned the craft to an upright position with the pitch…control column； yanked the throttles back against their stops； and pulled up on the collective…pitch lever in a blur of hand movements。
The twin engines struggled under the load。 Sandecker had stopped counting。 Time had run out。 The altimeter needle was quivering at one thousand feet。 Sandecker leaned out an open window and stared past the flapping silk at the warhead dangling beneath the fuselage； expecting to see an explosion。
The Minerva's rotor blades slapped the air； causing a thumping sound that could be heard for miles above the sea of enthralled faces turned to the sky。 Parachute； projectile； and helicopter hung together； suspended。 Sandecker darted his attention back to the altimeter。 It hadn't budged。 A sheen of sweat glistened on his brow。
Ten seconds passed； which to Sandecker seemed ten years。 Steiger； absorbed in his task； battled the controls。 The admiral could do little but sit there。 It was the first time he could remember feeling totally useless。
〃Lift； damn you； lift；〃 Steiger said； pleading with the Minerva。
Sandecker watched the altimeter as though mesmerized。 It seemed to him the needle made a fractional tic above the one…thousand…foot mark。 Was it wishful thinking； or had the instrument really registered an upward reading？ Then； slowly； almost infinitesimally； the needle appeared to move。
〃Climbing；〃 he reported。 His voice had a tremor in it。
Steiger did not answer。
The rate of ascent began to increase。 Sandecker remained quiet until he was sure his eyes weren't playing tricks on his brain。 There was no more cause for uncertainty。 The needle was slowly sweeping past the next indication。
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The relief of the men in the emergency executive offices was impossible to describe。 If polled； they would have unanimously agreed they had never seen any sight half so wonderful in their lives。 Even dour General Higgins was grinning the widest grin on record。 The suffocating cloud of doom had been suddenly swept away； and they began cheering as the Minerva dragged its deadly cargo toward a safe altitude。
The President sagged in his chair and allowed himself the pleasure of lighting a cigar。 He nodded down the table at Jarvis through a haze of smoke。
〃It would appear； Dale； that you are clairvoyant。〃
〃A calculated guess； Mr。 President；〃 said Jarvis。
Admiral Kemper lifted his phone。 〃Put me in munication with that NUMA chopper！〃 he ordered。
〃We haven't weathered the storm yet；〃 said Higgins。 〃Those people up there can't fly around forever。〃
〃We are in voice contact。〃 A crisp announcement came out of the speakers beside the viewing screen。
Kemper spoke into his desk phone while keeping both eyes locked on the progress of the Minerva。 〃This is Admiral Joseph Kemper of the Joint Chiefs； NUMA copter； please identify yourself。〃
A voice replied so calmly and clearly it could have e from across the room。
〃Jim Sandecker； Joe。 What's on your mind？〃
The President sat up in his chair。 〃The director of NUMA？〃
Kemper nodded。 〃You know damn well what's on my mind！〃 he snapped into the receiver。
〃Ah yes； the Quick Death warhead。 I assume you're aware of its potential。〃
〃I am。〃
〃And you want to know what I'm going to do with it。〃
〃The thought had occurred to me。〃
〃As soon as we reach five thousand feet；〃 said Sandecker； 〃the pilot； Colonel Abe Steiger； and I are going to make a beeline for the sea and drop the son of a bitch as far from shore as our fuel will carry us。〃
〃How far do you reckon？〃 asked Kemper。
There was a pause as Sandecker consulted with Steiger。 〃Approxi…mately six hundred miles due east of the Delaware coastline。〃
〃How secure is the projectile？〃
〃Seems snug enough。 Might help if we didn't have to rely on instru…ments and could enjoy the scenery。〃
〃e again？〃
〃The parachute canopy is snagged across our windshield。 We can only look straight down。〃
〃Can we assist you？〃 asked Kemper。
〃Yes；〃 replied Sandecker。 〃By notifying all military and mercial flight traffic to stay clear of our path to the sea。〃
〃Consider it done；〃 Kemper said。 〃I'll also arrange to have a rescue vessel standing by near your estimated splashdown point。〃
〃Negative； Joe。 Colonel Steiger and I appreciate the gesture； but it would be a foolish waste of men's lives。 You understand。〃
Kemper did not answer immediately。 His eyes took on a look of deep sorrow。 Then he said； 〃Understood。 Kemper out。〃
〃Is there no way they can be saved？〃 Jarvis asked。
Kemper shook his head。 〃The sad truth is that Admiral Sandecker and Colonel Steiger are mitting suicide。 When the helicopter runs out of fuel and drops toward the sea； the projectile goes with it。 When they both reach one thousand feet； the warhead disperses the Quick Death or…ganism。 The rest goes without saying。〃
〃But surely they can cut away the canopy and fly a safe distance before ditching；〃 Jarvis persisted。
〃I see Admiral Kemper's point；〃 said Higgins。 〃The answer is on the viewing screen。 The parachute is the helicopter's death shroud。 The lines are woven around the base of