Russell patted her gently on the shoulder. "I wish I could send you on extended leave, courtesy of the INS, but headquarters wants you in Washington as soon as you're up and about."
"I'd like to ask a favor," said Julia, stopping both men at the door.
"Name it," said Russell.
"Except for a brief visit with my mother and father here in San Francisco, I would like to return to duty by the beginning of next week. I formally request that I remain on the investigation of Qin Shang."
Russell looked at Harper, who smiled. "That goes without saying," said Russell. "Why do you think they want you in Washington? Who in INS knows more about Shang's alien-smuggling operation than you?"
After they left, Julia made one last effort to fight off creeping drowsiness. She picked up the bedside phone, dialed an outside line and then the area code and number for long-distance information. Obtaining the number, she called the NUMA headquarters building in Washington and asked for Dirk Pitt.
She was put through to his secretary, who informed her that Pitt was out on vacation and had not returned to work yet. Julia hung up the phone and settled her head into the pillows. In some odd manner she felt transformed. Here I am acting like a brazen hustler, she thought, pursuing a man I hardly know. Why, she wondered, of all the men in all the world, why did someone like Dirk Pitt have to walk into my life?
14
PITT AND GIORDINO never made it back to Washington. When they returned the helicopter to the NUMA marine-science laboratory in Bremerton through a rainstorm, they found Admiral Sandecker waiting for them. Most men in Sandecker's position would have remained in a dry office, sitting comfortably on a couch drinking coffee, making others come to him. But he did not march to the same drummer as most. Sandecker stood outside in a misting rain, raising his arm to shield his face from the clouds of spray that swirled beneath the rotor blades of the aircraft. He remained standing until the blades spun to a stop before stepping toward the hatch. He waited patiently until Gunn swung it open and dropped to the ground, followed by Giordino.
"I expected you over an hour ago," grunted Sandecker.
"We weren't forewarned you'd be here, Admiral," said Gunn. "When last we spoke, you elected to remain in Washington."
"I changed my mind," Sandecker said gruffly. Not seeing anyone left in the cockpit, he looked at Giordino. "Didn't you bring Dirk with you?"
"He slept like a rock between Grapevine Bay and here," answered Giordino without his usual grin. "He's not in the best of shape. As if he wasn't already a classic case of battle fatigue when he arrived at Orion Lake, he had to go and get himself shot again."
"Shot?" Sandecker's face clouded. "Nobody told me he'd been shot. How bad is it?"
"Not serious. Luckily, the bullet just missed the pelvis, going in and coming out the upper side of his right buttock. A doctor in Grapevine examined and dressed the wound. He insisted that Dirk shouldn't be up and running around, but our friend laughed and demanded on finding a bar, claiming a couple shots of tequila would make him as good as new."
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bsp; "Did two shots of tequila do it?" Sandecker asked cynically.
"More like four." Giordino turned as Pitt emerged from the helicopter. "See for yourself."
Sandecker looked up and found himself looking at a man dressed like a backwoods hiker, thin and played out, as if he'd been existing on little else but berries in a forest. His hair was tangled in every direction, face drawn and haggard but split by a smile as broad as a highway billboard with eyes clear and intense.
"By God, it's the admiral," Pitt boomed. "You're the last man I expected to see standing out in the rain."
Sandecker wanted to laugh, but he fixed a frown on his face and spoke as if angered. "I thought it might be nice to demonstrate my charitable disposition and save you a five-thousand-mile round trip."
"You don't want me back at my desk?"
"No. You and Al are leaving for Manila."
"Manila," said Pitt, puzzled. "That's in the Philippines."
"It hasn't been moved that I was aware of," Sandecker said.
"When?"
"Within the hour."
"Within the hour?" Pitt stared at him.
"I've booked you on a commercial flight across the Pacific. You and Al will be on it."
"What are we supposed to do once we get to Manila?"