"You're sure about that?" asked Seng.

Linda nodded. "Their movements have been watched and clocked for two weeks by our agents in the city."

"Unless Murphy's Law rears its ugly head," said Cabrillo, "the release of the prisoners and the escape should go smoothly. The tough part comes when you're all on board and we have to sail out of the harbor. The minute Castro's harbor security forces see us pull up the anchor and turn down the channel for the open sea, they'll know something is wrong and all hell will break loose."

Linda looked at Cabrillo. "We have the weaponry to knock them out."

"True," Cabrillo acknowledged. "But we cannot fire the first shot. If they strike the Oregon first, however, we'll have no choice but to protect ourselves."

"None of us has been told," said Seng, "who exactly are we breaking out of jail. They must be important or we wouldn't have contracted for the job."

Cabrillo looked at him. "We wanted to keep it under wraps until we got here. They're Cuban doctors, journalists and businessmen who opposed Castro's government, all highly respected men and women. Castro knows they are dangerous if they are free. If they reach the Cuban community in Miami, they can use it as a base to instigate a revolutionary movement."

"Is it a good contract?"

"Ten million dollars if we deliver them to U.S. soil."

Seng and the others around the holographic display smiled. "That should add a tidy little amount to everyone's nest egg," he said.

"Doing good for profit," Cabrillo said with a wide grin. "That's our motto."

AT PRECISELY 8:30, Seng and his small force boarded the Nomad 1000 along with the two crewmen who would pilot the sub and guard it during the operation. The sub looked more like a luxury surface yacht than a submersible. Capable of running at high speeds on the surface with its diesel engines, it was battery powered beneath the waves. With a speed of twelve knots underwater, the Nomad could dive to a thousand feet. The interior was designed to hold twelve people comfortably, but Cabrillo had had her configured to carry three times that number tightly packed together, for missions such as this one.

The entry door was closed and sealed, and the craft, secured by a large sling, was lifted by a crane into the center of the moon pool. The operator looked into the control room and was given the descent signal by Cabrillo. Then, slowly, the large craft was lowered into the black water. As soon as she settled, divers removed the sling and were carried upward to the surrounding balcony by the crane.

"Radio check," said Seng. "Do you read me?"

"Like you're in the same room," Linda Ross assured him.

"Are we clear?"

"No ship movement and only three fishing boats are heading out to sea. At thirty feet, you should stay well below their keels and props."

"Keep the coffee on," said Seng.