'Warehouses either constructed or rented throughout Europe and the northeastern United States are already receiving shipments from China's cargo fleet.'
'We were fortunate that Druantia was able to step into her father's shoes and increase our desperate need for platinum.'
'Without it we could never have met the demand.'
'Have you arrived at a time to open the tunnels?'
The lady in purple nodded. 'September tenth is the date calculated by our scientists. They estimated that it will take sixty days to bring down the temperature of the Gulf Stream to where it will cause extreme cold in the northern latitudes.'
The lady in gold smiled and poured another glass of champagne. 'Then everything is in place.'
The other nodded and raised her glass. 'To you, Epona, who will soon become the most powerful woman in the history of the world.'
'And to you, Flidais, who made it happen.'
Pitt surmised correctly that the main office suite would be on the top floor below the roof. The secretaries and office workers had left hours earlier and the halls were empty when he stepped from the elevator. Wearing the blue coveralls of a security guard, he had no problem walking past two other guards, who paid him scant attention as he passed into the anteroom of the main suite. He found it unguarded so he very quietly pushed open the door and stepped inside, eased the door closed, turned and froze in astonishment, overwhelmed by the tidal wave of the decor.
He heard voices in the next room and slipped between a wall and lavender curtains draped over an arched doorway that were pulled back by gold sashes. He saw the two women lounging in luxury on the couch and scanned the ostentatious suite that would have, in his mind, made the fanciest brothel look like a shack by a railroad track. The occupants were alone. He stepped past the drapes and stood in the middle of the doorway, admiring the beauty of the two women as they continued conversing without turning and finding an intruder in their midst.
'Will you be leaving soon?' Flidais asked Epona.
'In a few days. I have to take care of a little damage control in Washington. A congressional committee is investigating our newly acquired mining operations in Montana. The state's politicians are upset because we're taking all of the iridium ore for our own use and leaving none for sale to U.S. commercial enterprises or their government.'
Epona leaned back comfortably in the thick pillows. 'And you, my dear friend, what is on your agenda?'
'I've hired an international investigation company to track down the two men who penetrated our security and roamed the tunnels before escaping through the lighthouse ventilator.'
'Any idea of their identities?'
'I suspect they were members of the National Underwater and Marine Agency. The same ones I escaped from after they destroyed our yacht.'
'You think our efforts for secrecy have been compromised?'
Flidais shook her head. 'I don't think so. At least not yet. Our agents have reported no activity by U.S. intelligence agencies to investigate the tunnels. There has been a strange silence. It's as if those devils from NUMA disappeared off the face of the earth.'
'We need not be unduly concerned. It's too late for the Americans to stop our operation. And besides, it's doubtful they've discovered the tunnel's true purpose. Only eight more days and they'll be open and pumping the South Equatorial Current into the Pacific.'
'I'm hoping the reason for their silence is that they haven't put two and two together and found a threat.'
'That would explain their inaction.'
'On the other hand,' Epona said, thoughtfully, 'one would think they'd seek retaliation for the murder of a member of their crew.'
'An execution that was a matter of necessity,' Flidais assured her.
'I disagree,' said Pitt. 'Cold-blooded murder is never a matter of necessity.'
There was a stunned moment in time, the champagne glass held between Epona's manicured fingers fell silently to the thick carpet. Both heads whirled around, their long hair snapping around like whips. The long-lashed eyes flashed from surprise to irritation at being interrupted by an unauthorized intrusion by one of their own security personnel. Then came surprise at seeing Pitt's Colt aimed in their direction.
Pitt caught the flick of Epona's eyes toward a small golden remote on the carpet under the glass table. Her foot began slipping toward it. 'Not a smart move, dear heart,' he said casually.
The foot stopped, her toe inches from one of the buttons. Then she slowly withdrew her foot.
In that instant Flidais recognized Pitt. 'You!' she said sharply.
'Hello, Rita, or whatever you call yourself.' His eyes swept the room. 'You seem to have come up in the world.'
The amber-brown eyes glared at him in cold anger. 'How did you get in here?'
'Don't you like my designer jumpsuit?' he said, as if modeling at a fashion show. 'It's amazing the doors they open.'
'Flidais, who is this man?' Epona asked, studying Pitt as one would a specimen in a zoo.
'My name is Dirk Pitt. Your friend and I met off the east coast of Nicaragua. As I recall, she wore a yellow bikini and owned an elegant yacht.'
'Which you destroyed,' Flidais hissed like a flared cobra.
'I don't recall you giving us a choice.'
'What do you want?' inquired Epona, staring at him through jade eyes flecked with gold.
'I think it only fair that Flidais — is that what you call her? — answer for her crimes.'
'May I ask what you have in mind?' she asked, staring at him enigmatically.
This woman was a class act, Pitt decided, nothing fazed her, not even the muzzle of his gun. 'I'm taking her on a little flight north.'
'Just like that.'
Pitt nodded. 'Just like that.'
'And if I refuse,' Flidais snarled contemptuously.
'Let's just say you won't enjoy the consequences.'
'If I don't do as you say, you'll kill me. Is that it?'
He placed the muzzle of his Colt .45 against the side of her face next to her left eye. 'No, I'll simply blow out your eyeballs. You'll live to old age, blind and ugly as sin.'
'You're crude and vulgar, like most men,' said Epona indignantly. 'I'd have expected no less from you.'
'It's nice to know I didn't disappoint such an astute and beautiful lady.'
'You need not patronize me, Mr. Pitt.'
'I'm not patronizing you, Epona, I'm tolerating you.' He got to her on that one, he thought, pleased with himself. 'Perhaps we'll meet again someday under more enjoyable circumstances.'
'Do not count your blessings, Mr. Pitt. I don't see a happy life in your future.'
'Funny, you don't look like a gypsy.'
He nudged Flidais softly in the back of one shoulder with his gun and followed her from the room. He stopped in the doorway and turned to Epona. 'Before I forget, it wouldn't be wise to open the tunnels and divert the South Equatorial Current to send Europe into a deep freeze. I know of a lot of people who might not like it.'
He took Flidais by the arm and led her lively but not hurriedly through the arched doorway, down the hallway and into the elevator. Once inside, Flidais stood straight and smoothed her flowing gown. 'You're not only boorish, Mr. Pitt, but you're exceedingly stupid as well.'
'Oh, how so?'
'You'll never leave the building. There are security personnel on every floor. You don't stand a prayer of passing through the lobby without being apprehended.'
'Who said anything about going through the lobby?'
Flidais's eyes widened as the elevator moved up and stopped on the roof. He prodded her out onto the roof
