cyclops-第90部分
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General Velikov； looking tired and haggard； and wearing a badly fitted borrowed uniform； approached from the rear of the Chevrolet as Pitt slid out of his seat and stepped around the front end before Jessie could warn him。
Velikov's attention was focused on his driver and Figueroa； and he paid scant notice to what appeared to be another Cuban soldier emerging from the other side of the car。 The argument was heating up as he came alongside。
〃What is the problem？〃 he asked in fluent Spanish。
His answer did not e from his driver； but from a totally unexpected source。
〃Nothing we can't settle like gentlemen；〃 Pitt said acidly in English。
Velikov stared at Pitt for a long moment； the amused smile dying on his lips； his face as expressionless as ever。 The only sign of astonished recognition was a sudden hardness of the flat cold eyes。
〃We are survivors； are we not； Mr。 Pitt？〃 he replied。
〃Lucky。 I'd say we were lucky；〃 Pitt answered in a steady voice。
〃I congratulate you on your escape from the island。 How did you manage it？〃
〃A makeshift boat。 And you？〃
〃A helicopter concealed near the installation。 Fortunately； your friends failed to discover it。〃
〃An oversight。〃
Velikov glanced out of the corner of his eye； noting with irritation the relaxed stance of his bodyguards。 〃Why have you e to Cuba？〃
Pitt's hand tightened around the rifle's grip； muzzle pointing in the sky just above Velikov's head； finger poised on the trigger。 〃Why bother to ask when you've established the fact I'm a habitual liar？〃
〃I also know you only lie if there is a purpose。 You didn't e to Cuba to drink rum and lie in the sun。〃
〃What now； General？〃
〃Look around you； Mr。 Pitt。 You're hardly in a position of strength。 The Cubans do not take kindly to spies。 You would be wise to lay down your gun and place yourself under my protection。〃
〃No； thank you。 I've been under your protection。 His name was Foss Gly。 You remember him。 He got high by pounding his fists on flesh。 I'm happy to report he's no longer in the pain business。 One of his victims shot him where it hurts most。〃
〃My men can kill you where you stand。〃
〃It's obvious they don't understand English and haven't got any idea of what's being said between us。 Don't try to alert them。 This is what's known as a Mexican standoff。 You so much as pick your nose and I'll put a bullet up the opposite nostril。〃
Pitt glanced around him。 Both the Cuban checkpoint guard and the Soviet driver were listening dumbly to the English conversation。 Jessie was crouched down in the backseat of the Chevy； only the top of the fatigue cap showing above the side window。 Velikov's guards stood lax； their eyes and minds turning to the landscape； automatic pistols snapped securely in their holsters。
〃Get in the car； General。 You'll be riding with us。〃
Velikov stared coldly at Pitt。 〃And if I refuse？〃
Pitt stared back with grim conviction。 〃You die first。 Then your bodyguards。 After them； the Cuban sentries。 I'm prepared to kill。 They're not。 Now； if you please。 。 。〃
The Soviet bodyguards stood rooted and looked on in rapt amazement as Velikov silently followed Pitt's gesture and entered the front passenger's seat。 He turned briefly and gazed curiously at Jessie。
〃Mrs。 LeBaron？〃
〃Yes； General。〃
〃You're with this madman？〃 I am。'
〃But why？〃
Figueroa opened his mouth to interrupt； but Pitt roughly shouldered the Soviet driver aside； firmly gripped the friendly Cuban's arm； and pulled him from the car。
〃This is as far as you go； amigo。 Tell the authorities we abducted you and hijacked your taxi。〃 Then he passed his rifle to Jessie through the open window and angled his long frame behind the wheel。 〃If the general so much as twitches； shoot him through the head。〃
Jessie nodded and placed the gun barrel against the base of Velikov's skull。
Pitt shifted the Chevy into first gear and accelerated smoothly as if he was on a Sunday drive； watching the figures at the checkpoint through the rearview mirror。 He was gratified to see that they milled around in confusion； not sure of what to do。 Then Velikov's driver and bodyguards finally woke up to what was happening； ran to the black limousine； and took up the chase。
Pitt skidded to a stop and took the gun from Jessie。 He fired several shots at a pair of telephone wires where they ran through insulators at the top of a pole。 The car was burning rubber on the asphalt before the parted ends of the wire dropped to the ground。
〃That should buy us half an hour；〃 he said。
〃The limousine is only a hundred yards behind and gaining。〃 Jessie's voice was high…pitched and apprehensive。
〃You'll never shake them〃 said Velikov calmly。 〃My driver is an expert at high speeds； and the car is powered by a seven…liter 425…horsepower engine。〃
For all of Pitt's offhandedness and casual speech there was an icy petence and an unmistakable air about him of someone who knew exactly what he was doing。
He offered Velikov a reckless smile and said； 〃The Russians haven't built a car that can take a 'fifty…seven Chevy。〃
As if to hammer home the point he mashed the gas pedal to the floor and the tired old car seemed to reach into the depths of her worn parts for a burst of power she hadn't known in thirty years。 The big roaring lump of iron could still go。 She gathered speed and ate up the highway； the steady roar of her squat V…8 meant business。
Pitt's entire mind was concentrated on his driving and on studying the road two； even three turns ahead。 The Zil clung tenaciously to the smokescreen that poured from the Chevy's tailpipe。 He threw the car around a series of hairpin turns as they climbed through forested hills。 He was skirting the fine edge of disaster。 The brakes were awful and did little but smell and smoke when Pitt stood on them。 Their lining was gone and metal ground against metal inside the drums。
At ninety miles an hour a front…wheel wobble set in with eyeball…rattling proportions。 The steering wheel shuddered in Pitt's hands。 The shock absorbers were long gone and the Chevy sponged around the bends； leaning precariously； tires screeching like wild turkeys。
Velikov sat stiff as wood； his eyes trained straight ahead； one hand gripping the door handle with white knuckles as if ready to eject before the inevitable crash。
Jessie was frankly terrified； closing her eyes as the car drifted and swayed wildly along the road。 She braced her knees on the back of the front seat to keep from being thrown from side to side and steadied the rifle aimed at Velikov's lower hairline。
If Pitt was aware of the considerable anguish he was causing his passengers； he gave no sign of it。 A half…hour head start was the most he could hope for before the Cuban sentries made contact with their superiors and reported the kidnapping of the Soviet general。 A helicopter would be the first sign the Cuban military was closing in and preparing a trap。 When and how far ahead they would set up a roadblock was a matter of pure conjecture。 A tank or a small fleet of armored cars suddenly appearing around a hidden curve and the ride would be over。 Only Velikov's presence forestalled a massacre。
The driver of the Zil was no lightweight。 He gained on Pitt in the turns； but dropped back in the straights as the burning acceleration of the old Chevy took hold。 Out of the corner of one eye Pitt caught a small sign indicating they were approaching the port city of Cardenas。 Houses and small roadside businesses began to hug the highway and the traffic increased。
He glanced at the speedometer。 The wavering needle hovered around 85。 He backed off until it dropped to 70； keeping the Zil at bay as he weaved in and out of the traffic； one hand heavy on the horn。 A policeman made a futile attempt to wave him to the curb as he careened around the Plaza Colon and a high bronze statue of Columbus。 Luckily the streets were broad and he had little trouble staying clear of pedestrians and other vehicles。
The city lay just inland of a shallow； circular bay； and as long as he kept the sea on his right he figured he was still heading toward Havana。 Someho
