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Suleih to sea in the middle of a hurricane with ninety-knot winds He sat tensely in the captain's seat behind the bridge s and wiped away the sweat from around his neck that had trickled from his chin

The loves he wore constantly He suffered the disco failed and he escaped, international intelligence services could never identify hierprints

One of hisat hiuarding the bridge doorways, their guns ai next to Ammar's helmsman

The tide had co the ship on her anchor until her boas pointing toward the harbor entrance Ammar made one final sweep of the harbor and dock area with a pair of binoculars and theninto a small radio

"Now," he ordered, "get her underway and launch the labor crews"

Finney, his face twisted in anger, looked at Collins iave a subdued shrug and the first officer reluctantly gave the command to raise the anchor

Twosilt from the harbor bottoht against the hawsehole The helrasp the spokes On modern

shipsheavy weather and while under the co port It was Finney who steered the ship and regulated the speed froh fiber optics to the ship's automated control system He also kept a sharp eye on the radar screen

Once the ship was free of port the helineer down below for "Slow Ahead" on the bridge telegraph was quickly beco more of a tradition than a necessity

Moving wraithlike in the evening darkness, her outline visible only when she blocked off lights froh the crowded harbor indistinct and unnoticed Her diesels h the water

Like a ghost feeling its way through the tombstones of a cemetery, the ship wove its way around the other moored ships and turned into the narrow channel for the open sea

Ae phone and called the communications room

"Anything?" he asked tersely

"Nothing yet," answered his uayan navy patrol boats

"Patch any signal through to the bridge speakers"