"I've always been putty in the hands of women." He walked over to a tree, reached up under the branches and returned. He handed her his Indium satellite phone. "Call your superiors and tell them what's going on here," he advised. "Tell them the building on the lake is a prison for illegal immigrants. For what purpose, I can't say. Tell them the lake bed is littered with hundreds, maybe thousands of dead bodies. Why, I can't say. Tell them the security is first-rate and the guards are heavily armed, and tell them to get here fast before the evidence is either shot, drowned or burned to death. Then tell them to call Admiral James Sandecker at the National Underwater and Marine Agency and say his special projects director wants to come home and to send a taxi."

Julia looked at Pitt's face in the dim starlight, trying to read something, her eyes wide and questioning, her lips slowly forming the words. "You are an amazing man, Dirk Pitt. A director of NUMA. I'd have never guessed in a thousand years. Since when do they train marine scientists to be assassins and arsonists?"

"Since midnight," he said briefly as he turned and set off for the cabin. "And I'm not a scientist, I'm an engineer. Now make your call, and hurry. As sure as the sun sets in the west, we're going to have company very soon."

Ten minutes later Pitt returned from the house loaded down with a small box of food and ten blankets. He had also hurriedly changed into more practical clothes. He failed to hear the silenced pair of bullets that smashed into the radiator of his rental car. He only caught the antifreeze flooding the ground under the front bumper when it reflected off the night-lights he'd left burning on the porch of the cabin.

"So much for driving out of here," he said quietly to Julia as she distributed what little food he had, and he passed out the blankets to the shivering Chinese. "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Your friends just punctured my radiator. We wouldn't make the main highway before the engine heated up and the bearings froze."

"I wish you'd stop calling them my friends," she said flippantly.

"Merely a form of speech."

"I fail to see a problem. The lake will be crawling with INS and FBI agents in another hour."

"Too late," said Pitt seriously. "Shang's men will be all over us long before they arrive. By disabling my car, they bought time to organize a raiding party. They're probably closing off the road and forming a net around the cabin while we stand here."

"You can't expect these people to hike miles through the woods in the dark," said Julia firmly. "They can endure no  more. There must be another way to get them to safety. You have to think of something."

"Why does it always have to be me?"