ent。 Gunn； contemplative as ever； stared down at the floor； trying to picture the problems a population increase of fifty percent would bring with it。
Pitt said dryly； 〃And so the President in his infinite wisdom expects us to plug the dike with our fingers。〃
〃Just how are we supposed to conduct this crusade？〃 asked Giordino； carefully removing a huge cigar from a cedar wrapper and slowly； very slowly； rolling the end over the flame from a lighter。
Sandecker stared at the cigar； his face reddening as he recognized it as one from his private cache。 〃When you arrive in Manila at the international airport； you will be met by a man named John Smith…〃
〃That's original；〃 Giordino muttered。 〃I've always wanted to meet the guy whose signature I see above mine on motel registers。〃
To a stranger sitting in on the discussion； it would seem none of the NUMA men had the slightest respect for one another； and that there was a cloud of animosity hanging over them。 Nothing could be further from the truth。 Pitt and Giordino had nothing but total and unabridged admiration for Sandecker。 They were as close to him as to their own fathers。 Without the slightest hesitation； they had on more than one occasion risked their own lives to save his。 The give…and…take was a game they had played many times over the years。 The apathy was a sham。 Pitt and Giordino were too wildly independent to accept instructions without a display of rebellion。 Nor were they known to jump up and salute before dashing out the door to do their duty with an overabundance of fervor。 It was a scene of puppets pulling the strings of puppets with an underlying sense of humor。
〃We land in Manila and wait for a John Smith to make himself known；〃 said Pitt。 〃I hope there's more to the plan than that。〃
Sandecker went on。 〃Smith will escort you to the dock area； where you'll board a tired old intercoastal freighter。 A singularly unmon vessel； as you will discover。 By the time you set foot on the deck； NUMA's Sea Dog II submersible will be secured aboard。 Your job； when the opportunity arises； will be to inspect and photograph the hull of the United States below the waterline。〃
Pitt shook his head； his expression one of incredulity。 〃We cruise around； examining the bottom of a ship that's the length of three football fields。 Shouldn't take more than forty…eight hours of downtime。 Naturally； Qin Shang's security people wouldn't think of dropping sensors around the hull for just such an intrusion。〃 He looked at Giordino。 〃How do you see it？〃
〃Like giving a nipple to a baby；〃 Giordino said casually。 〃My only problem is； how does a submersible with a top speed of four knots keep up with a ship that cruises at thirty…five knots？〃
Sandecker gave Giordino a long； sour look； then answered the question。 〃You conduct your underwater survey while the ship is docked in port。 That goes without saying。〃
〃What port have you got in mind？〃 asked Pitt。
〃CIA informants in Sevastopol report that the ship's destination is Hong Kong； where the final interiors and furnishings will be fitted before she takes on passengers for voyages in and around port cities of the United States。〃
〃The CIA is in on this？〃
〃Every investigative agency in the government is cooperating with INS until they can work together to bring the situation under control。〃
〃The intercoastal freighter；〃 said Pitt。 〃Who owns and operates it？〃
〃I know what you're thinking；〃 Sandecker replied。 〃You can forget any connection with an intelligence agency。 The vessel is privately owned。 That's all I can tell you。〃
Giordino exhaled a large blue cloud of cigar smoke toward a tank full of fish。 〃There must be over a thousand miles of water between Manila and Hong Kong。 Any old tramp steamer I've ever seen seldom made more than eight or nine knots。 We're looking at a voyage of almost five days。 Do we have the luxury of that much time？〃
〃You'll be docked in Hong Kong less than a quarter of a mile from the United States and staring up at her keel within forty…eight hours after leaving the Philippines；〃 answered San…decker。
〃That；〃 said Giordino； his eyebrows raised in skepticism； 〃should prove interesting。〃
IT WAS ELEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE EVENING； PHILIPPINES TIME； when Pitt and Giordino stepped off a mercial flight from Seattle； passed through customs and entered the main terminal lobby of the Ninoy Aquino International Airport。 Off to the side of a milling crowd they found a man holding a crudely lettered cardboard sign。 Placards in the hands of greeters usually advertised the names of arriving passengers。 This one simply said SMITH。
He was a great slob of a man。 He might have been an Olympic weight lifter at one time； but his body had gone to seed and his stomach had grown into an immense watermelon。 It sagged and hung over a pair of soiled pants and an over…stressed leather belt three sizes too small。 The face appeared scarred from dozens of fights； and his great hooked nose had been broken so often it veered to one side across the left cheek。 Stubble covered the lips and chin。 It was difficult to tell whether his eyes looked bloodshot from too much booze or too little sleep。 The black hair was plastered over his head like some kind of greasy skullcap； and the teeth were irregular and yellow。 His biceps and forearms seemed remarkably taut and muscled in parison with the rest of him； and were laden with tattoos。 He wore a grimy yachtsman's cap and dingy coveralls。 〃Shiver me timbers；〃 muttered Giordino； 〃if it isn't old Blackboard hisself。〃
Pitt walked up to the mangy derelict and said； 〃Good of you to meet us； Mr。 Smith。〃
〃Happy to have you aboard；〃 Smith said with a cheerful smile。 〃The captain's expecting you。〃
Carrying only a few articles of underwear； toiletries and work shirts and pants picked up at a surplus store on the way to the Seattle airport； and all stuffed in a pair of small carry…on tote bags； Pitt and Giordino had no reason to wait at the baggage carousel。 They fell in behind Smith and walked out of the terminal into the airport parking lot。 Smith stopped at a Toyota van that looked as if it spent its life in endurance runs around the Himalayan Mountains。 Half the windows were broken out and taped closed with plywood boards。 The body paint was faded to the primer； and the rocker panels were rusted away。 Pitt observed the deeply treaded off…road tires and listened with interest to the throaty roar of a powerful engine as it immediately kicked to life when Smith pressed the starter。
The van moved off with Pitt and Giordino sitting on the torn and worn vinyl upholstery。 Pitt lightly prodded his friend with his elbow to get his attention and spoke loud enough for the driver to hear。 〃Tell me； Mr。 Giordino； is it true you're a very observant person？〃
〃That I am；〃 Giordino came back； picking up Pitt's intent instantly。 〃Nothing escapes me。 And let us not forget you； Mr。 Pitt。 Your powers of prognostication are also world…renowned。 Would you like to demonstrate your talents？〃 〃I would indeed。〃
〃Let me begin by asking； what do you make of this vehicle？〃
〃I have to say it looks like a prop out of a Hollywood movie that no self…respecting hippie would be caught dead in； and yet it sports expensive tires and an engine that puts out around four hundred horsepower。 Most peculiar； wouldn't you say？〃 〃Very astute； Mr。 Pitt。 My vision exactly。〃 〃And you； Mr。 Giordino。 What does your remarkable insight see in our bon vivant driver？〃
〃A man obsessed with chicanery； skulduggery and connivery； in short； a rip…off artist。〃 Giordino was in his element and on the verge of getting carried away。 〃Have you noticed his bulging stomach？〃
〃A poorly positioned pillow？〃
〃Exactly；〃 Giordino exclaimed as if it were a revelation。 〃Then there are the scars on the face and the flattened nose。〃
〃Poorly applied makeup？〃 Pitt asked innocently。
〃There's no fooling you； is there？〃 The driver's ugly face twisted in a scowl through the rearview mirror； but there was no stopping Giordino。 〃Of course you caught the hairpiece floating in pomade。〃
〃I most certainly did。〃
〃How do you read his tattoos？〃
〃Inscribed by pen and ink？〃 offered Pitt。
Giordino shook his head。 〃I'm disappointed in you； Mr。 Pitt。 Stencils。 Any apprentice remote viewer would envision them being stenciled on the skin。〃
〃I stand rebuked。〃
Unable to remain quiet； the driver snapped over his shoulder。 〃You two pretty boys think you're smart。〃
〃We do what we can；〃 said Pitt lightly。
Having done their dirty work and advertised the fact that they had not fallen off a pumpkin wagon； Pitt and Giordino remained silent as the van drove onto a pier of a shipping terminal。 Smith dodged around huge overhead cranes and stacked freight； finally stopping opposite an opening in a railing along the pier's edge。 Without a word of instruction； he stepped from the vehicle and walked toward a ramp leading to a launch that was tied to a small floating dock。 The two NUMA men obediently followed and climbed into the launch。 The sailor standing at the helm in the stern of the boat was a concert in black…black pants； black T…shirt and black stocking cap pulled down over the ea