'Your devious mind never ceases to amaze me.'
'It's a gift.'
In ten minutes, they had siphoned three gallons of gas into a five-gallon can they found in the garage. Pitt climbed into the cab of the street sweeper and turned on the ignition, while Giordino stood ready to swing the doors open. They were both thankful the engine started with a single cough and turned over smoothly without an abundance of exhaust noise. The sweeper had standard four-speed transmission, and he stood outside the open door, ready to shift it into second gear, skipping first so the big vehicle would gain speed faster. Waiting until the last minute to avoid an explosion inside the garage from the gas fumes, he turned the steering wheel of the big vehicle so that it would angle down the road toward a row of parked trucks. Giordino opened the double doors and trotted back to the fuel can. He doused the gas into the empty cab and stood holding the flame starter for an acetylene torch.
'Showtime,' he said briefly.
Pitt, standing on the doorframe just outside the cab, jammed the shifter into gear and leaped, as Giordino turned the oxygen and acetylene valves full open and squeezed the handle of the flame starter, sending a two-foot flame bursting from the tip of the torch. There was a loud
Roaring down the road like a comet, the sweeper, with its brushes spinning wildly and throwing up a cloud of dirt and dust, sped fifty yards before crashing into the first truck and sending it bouncing on all wheels into a palm tree. Then it smashed square into the next truck in the row with a horrendous screech of tearing metal and glass, shoving it into the others, until it finally became jammed and came to a standstill with flames shooting into the sky followed by a swirling cloud of black smoke.
The two guards outside the building stood frozen in shock staring incredulously at the sudden eruption of fire. Finally they were galvanized into action, their first reaction being the obvious conclusion that the driver was still in the cab. They abandoned their posts and went running down the road, followed on their heels by the guards from inside.
Pitt and Giordino took immediate advantage of the commotion focused around the blazing sweeper. Pitt dashed through the gated fence, dove inside the open door of the building and fell on the floor, only to have Giordino, unable to stop his momentum, trip and fall on him.
'You've got to lose weight,' Pitt grunted.
Giordino swiftly pulled him to his feet. 'Now where, genius?'
Pitt didn't answer but, seeing that it was clear, he took off running down a long hallway. The doors on either side had locked latches. He stopped in front of the third door and turned to Giordino. 'This is
Giordino shot him a testy look, then leaned back and kicked the door half off its hinges. Then he lunged with one shoulder and finished the job. Unable to withstand the muscular Italian's onslaught, the door fell flat on the floor with a loud thud.
Pitt stepped inside and found a man and a woman sitting upright in bed, frozen in shocked silence at the sight of the strangers, their faces expressing icy fear.
'Forgive the intrusion,' Pitt said softly, 'but we need a place to hide.' As he spoke, Giordino was already setting the door back in place.
'Where are you going to take us?' the woman asked in near panic with a heavy German guttural accent as she pulled up the covers around the top of her nightgown. Round, flushed face with wide brown eyes, silver hair pulled back in a bun, she looked like the grandmother she probably was. Though it was buried under a sheet and light blanket, Pitt could see that her body would never fit into a size sixteen dress.
'Noplace. We're not who you think.'
'But you're one of them.'
'No, ma'am,' said Pitt, trying to ease her terror. 'We are not employees of Odyssey.'
'Then who in God's name are you?' asked the man, slowly recovering. The man in the bed rose in an old- fashioned nightshirt and threw on an equally old-fashioned chenille bathrobe. Just the opposite of what Pitt assumed was his wife, he was quite tall and thin as a yardstick. His thick gray hair stood at least three inches above Pitt's. White facial skin, a sharp pyramid of a nose and tight lips decorated with a pencil-thin mustache defined his face.
'My name is Dirk Pitt. My friend is Al Giordino. We work for the United States government and are here to learn why the existence of this facility is such a well-guarded secret.'
'How did you get on the island?' asked the woman.
'From the water,' Pitt replied, without detail. 'We entered your building after creating a little diversion that drew away the guards.' As he spoke, the sound of approaching sirens could be heard echoing down the corridor through the building's still-open front entrance. 'I've never known anyone who could ignore watching a good fire.'
'Why did you choose our room?'
'Pure chance, nothing more.'
'If you will kindly oblige us,' said Giordino, 'we'd like to spend the night. We'll be gone come the dawn.'
The woman studied Giordino, her eyes traveling up and down his white jumpsuit, with a look of suspicion. 'You're not a woman.'
Giordino responded with a wide smile. 'Thankfully, no, but how I came to be in a female Odyssey uniform is a long and boring story.'
'Why should we believe you?'
'I can't give you a reason in the world.'
'Do you mind telling us why you're confined inside this building?' queried Pitt.
'Forgive us,' said the woman, coming back on track. 'My husband and I are terribly confused. He is Dr. Claus Lowenhardt, and I am his wife, Dr. Hilda Lowenhardt. We are only locked in at night. During the day we work under heavy guard in the laboratories.'
Pitt was amused at the formality of the introductions. 'How did you come to be here?'
'We were doing research at the Technical Research Institution in Aachen, Germany, when agents working for a Mr. Specter representing the Odyssey Corporation requested that we come to work for them as consultants. My wife and I were only two out of forty of the top scientists in our field who were lured away from their laboratories by offers of an immense amount of money and promises of funding for our projects after we were finished here and returned home. We were told we were flying to Canada, but they lied. When our plane landed, we found ourselves on this island in the middle of nowhere. Since then, we have all virtually worked as slaves.'
'How long ago?'
'Five years.'
'What type of research were you forced to conduct?'
'Our academic discipline is in the science of fuel cell energy.'
'Is this why this facility was constructed, to conduct experiments on fuel cells?'
Claus Lowenhardt nodded. 'Odyssey began construction nearly six years ago.'
'What about outside contact?'
'We are not allowed telephone communications with our friends and families,' replied Hilda, 'only outgoing letters, which are heavily censored.'
'Five years is a long time to be away from your loved ones. Why didn't you obstruct the research by slowdowns and sabotage?'
Hilda shook her head solemnly. 'Because they threatened a horrible death to anyone who hampered the research.'
'And the lives of our families back home as well,' added Claus. 'We had no choice but to put forth a dedicated effort. We also had a true desire to continue our life's work, to create a clean and efficient energy source for the people of the world.'
'One man who had no family was made an example,' said Hilda. 'They tortured him by night and forced him to work by day. He was found one morning hanging from the light fixture in his room. We all knew he was murdered.'
