“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.

NUMA 3 - Fire Ice

-32-

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.”