"Will it be absolutely necessary to shoot down the boarding party without warning?" asked Linda Ross.

"Keep in mind," Cabrillo said to her bluntly, "these people do not intend to allow anybody on board this ship to reach port. Because they are no doubt aware of our involvement with the underwater search of the United States, there is not the slightest doubt they mean for all of us to sleep with fishes before morning."

Pitt's eyes raked Cabrillo's, searching for a tinge of regret, a sign that he thought that what they were about to do was a colossal mistake, but there was none of it. "Does it bother you that we might be mistaken about their intentions and commit an act of war?"

Cabrillo pulled his pipe out of a breast pocket and scraped the bowl. Then he said, "I don't mind admitting that I'm a bit worried on that score, but we can't run from then air force, so we have no option but to bluff our way out, and if that fails, we must fight."

Like a gray ghost gliding over a black sea streaked by the full moon, the big Chinese destroyer overhauled the slow-moving Oregon with the malevolence of an Orca killer whale stalking a friendly manatee. But for its ungainly array of navigation, surface- and air-search detection and countermeasure systems that were perched above ugly towers, the ship might have had a sleek appearance. As it was, it looked like it was glued together by a small child who wasn't sure where all the pieces went.

Hali Kasim, the Oregon's vice president in charge of communications, called through the speakerphone on the bridge wing to Cabrillo, who now stood observing the destroyer through night glasses.

"Mr. Cabrillo, they've ordered us to heave to."

"In what language?"

"English," answered Kasim.

"An amateurish attempt to get us to tip our hand. Answer them in Arabic."

There was a short pause. "They called our bluff, sir. They have someone on board who can speak Arabic."

"String them along for a little while. We don't want to appear too anxious to appease. Ask why we should obey their orders in international waters."

Cabrillo lit his pipe and waited. He looked down on the deck where Pitt, Giordino and three of his crew had assembled, all armed for a knock-down, drag-out fight.

"They're not buying it," came Hali Kasim's voice again. "They say if we don't stop immediately, they will blow us out of the water."

"Are they jamming in anticipation of us sending out a distress signal?"

"You can make book on it. Any message we transmit outside the immediate area will be received garbled."

"What are the chances of a friendly warship cruising in the neighborhood, like a nuclear submarine?"

"None," came the voice of Linda Ross in the countermea-sures and surveillance room. "The only vessel within a hundred miles is a Japanese auto transporter."