our leisure and look closely at it.'
'What's stopping you?'
'A couple of things. First of all, the information is bound to be encrypted against unauthorized use. Second, the wireless signal is a weak one that only covers the yacht itself. I need somebody to place a 'sniffer' on board.'
'You're talking computer weird again.'
'Sorry. A sniffer is simply a device that can tap into the network, pump up the signal and send it to the waiting arms of Max.'
'Impressive. You say the files would be encrypted. What's to say the code won't stop you again?'
'Nothing. But it's not a dedicated encryption like the one on the mystery ship. We can come in sideways from different angles. And besides, Max is determined.'
'Nothing like a determined woman, even a cybernetic one. Where can I pick up these electronic noses?'
'There's a NUMA courier on the way over with a package. Instructions included.'
The instructions had been simple. Click the sniffer on, check to make sure it's picking up a signal, then use the magnet attached to the back of the transmitter to attach it. Yaeger had given him a second sniffer for backup.
Now Austin reached into the vent and placed the sniffer out of sight. Then he worked his way over to a lifeboat and felt his way down to where the davit joined the deck. He got down on his hands and knees and found a small hollow space in the steel support. He slipped the second sniffer inside and started to rise, when he heard a soft click on the deck behind him. Something hard pressed against the small of his back.
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YOU'RE GETTING CARELESS in your old age, Kurt Austin. The next time it could be fatal.'
The hard pressure was removed from his back. Austin turned and saw the livid white scar on Petrov's face in the silvery moonlight.
'I aged at least ten years when you stuck that gun in my ribs, Ivan. A simple hello would have been sufficient to grab my attention.'
'It keeps me in practice,' Petrov said 'I don't want to lose my edge.'
'Believe me, your edge is as sharp as ever. Who let you in my country?'
'Unlike your unsanctioned adventure in Russia, my visit here comes with the blessing of your State Department. I'm in the U.S. on an agricultural trade mission for Siberian Pest Control and asked the local Russian consulate to include me on the guest list for this reception.'
'How did you find me?'
'I saw you leave the grand salon and followed you into the restricted area of the ship. Your face threw me off, I must admit, but it was impossible to hide those wide shoulders and that confident walk. I've been wondering, where did you get that incredible wig?'
'I bought it at a KGB yard sale.'
'I wouldn't be surprised at that the way things are going. May I ask why you were crawling about in the dark on your hands and knees?'
'I lost a contact lens?'
'Really? I don't remember your dossier saying anything about contacts.'
Austin chuckled and told the Russian about the electronic sniffers. Ivan was duly impressed and asked only that he be kept informed as information developed. 'I suggest that we rejoin the festivities,' he said. 'Most of the guards are watching the guests, but a few are making the rounds.'
Austin knew they were already pressing their luck. They moved toward the lights and music, taking advantage of every shadow or pocket of darkness. They saw only one guard and ducked behind a bollard until he passed. Moments later, they were strolling along the deck.
Petrov, who looked debonair in his tuxedo, lit up an American cigarette. 'What are your plans now?'
'You didn't see Razov's pet monk, did you?'
'I suspect that Razov prefers to have Boris stay out of sight on public occasions. He mayor may not be on the ship. We're not likely to see him.'
'In that case, maybe I'll spend a few minutes talking to our host.'
'Razov? Do you think it's wise to play your hand here on his territory?'
'Maybe I can get him rattled enough to make a mistake.'
'I've heard it's not safe to play with rattlesnakes, but do what you wish. I think I'll wander around and enjoy the food and drink as long as I'm here.'
'You came alone?'
Petrov plucked a shot of vodka from the tray of a passing waiter. He slugged it down and smiled. 'I won't be far away if you need me.'
The party was going full-blast. Guests wandered about the deck with food and drinks. The Cossack band had switched from Russian folk tunes and was belting out a rock number. Petrov mingled with the crowd and disappeared like a leaf being swept away in a stream. Austin saw a knot of people, with Razov holding court at its center. He moved closer, wondering how he was going to get past the body- guards flanking Razov. The pair of long-legged canines took the matter out of his hands. Razov's dogs jerked away from him and galloped toward Austin in a dead heat. As before, they jumped up, put their paws on his chest and licked his face. He managed to dislodge them with strategically placed hip blocks.
He grabbed the leashes and held them short to keep the rambunctious hounds under control. A moment later, the dogs' trainer came running up, this time with panic in his eyes. Austin was about to pass the leashes over when he saw Razov and his two bodyguards coming up behind the trainer.
'I see you've met Sasha and Gorky,' Razov said, with a genial smile. He took the leashes from Austin and said some1hing in Russian. The dogs obeyed instantly and sat by his side. Their haunches quivered as they fought their instincts.
'I shared some prime rib and sausage with them a while ago,' Austin said. 'Hope you don't mind.'
'I'm surprised they ate it,' Razov said. 'They dine on fare much better than most people's. My name is Razov.' He extended his hand and glanced at the name on the press pass hanging around Austin's neck. 'I'm the host of this little celebration.'
'Yes, I know. I heard you speak. Very impressive.' He squeezed the hand until the bones crunched and he saw Razov wince with pain. 'My name is Kurt Austin.'
Razov's face showed no emotion. 'The famous Mr. Austin. You look nothing like I expected.'
'Neither do you. You're much smaller than I thought you'd be.'
'This is only a temporary diversion. I'm still with NUMA. We've been doing some treasure hunting in the Black Sea.'
'I hope it was worth your while.'
'Someone beat me to a treasure aboard a ship called the Odessa Star.'
'That's too bad, but treasure-hunting is very competitive.'
'What I can't figure out is why someone who already possesses huge wealth would go through so much trouble to recover a few shiny baubles.'
'We Russians have always been fascinated by baubles, as you call them. We believe that beyond their intrinsic value, they impart a power to the possessor.'
'Treasure didn't do the tsar and his family much good.'
'The royal family was betrayed by traitors in its midst.'
'I assume you intend to return the treasure to the Russian people.'
'You know nothing about my people,' Razov said. 'They don't care for jewels. What they need is the firm hand of a leader who can restore their national pride and fend off those countries who are circling like vultures.'
'That's assuming your secret Operation Troika is a success.'
'There's nothing secret about Troika,' he said, with undisguised scorn. 'It's shorthand for my plan to open trade centers in Boston, Charleston and Miami. Look around, Mr. Austin. There is nothing sinister about my business.'
