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Jacobs nodded。 〃We've been ordered to escort the bodies of the attackers； so ably dispatched by your friends； to Walter Reed Hospital in D。C。 for examination and possible identification。〃
〃Good luck to you；〃 said Pitt。
Jacobs threw a brief salute。 〃Maybe we'll meet again somewhere。〃
〃If there is a next time； I hope it's on a beach in Tahiti。〃
Pitt stood in the never…ending drizzle and watched as a Marine Osprey tilt…rotor aircraft hung in the air above the ground； and the Marines climbed on board。 He was still standing there when the plane disappeared into a low cloud。 He was now the only man on the island。
He walked back into the now…empty burial chamber and took one final look at the global charts etched into the far wall。 The floods had been removed； and he beamed a flashlight on the ancient nautical charts。
Who were the ancient cartographers who'd drawn such incredibly accurate maps of the earth so many millennia ago？ How could they have charted Antarctica when it was not buried under a massive blanket of ice？ Could the southern polar continent have possessed a warmer climate several thousand years ago？ Could it have been habitable for humans？
The picture of an ice…free Antarctica wasn't the only incongruity。 Pitt had not mentioned it to the others； but he was disturbed by the position of the other continents and Australia。 They were not where they were supposed to be。 It appeared to him that the Americas； Europe； and Asia were shown almost two thousand miles farther north than they should be。 Why had the ancients； who otherwise calculated the shorelines with such exactness； have placed the continents so far off their established locations in relation to the circumference of the earth？ The observation puzzled him。
The seafarers clearly had a scientific ability that went far beyond the cultural races and civilizations that followed them。 Their era also appeared more advanced in the art of writing and munication than others that came thousands of years later。 What message were they trying to pass on across the constantly moving sea of time that was imperishably engraved in stone？ A message of hope； or a warning of natural disasters to e？
The thoughts running through Pitt's mind were interrupted as the sounds of rotor blades and engine exhaust echoed through the tunnel； announcing the return of the helicopter that was to carry him to the research ship。 With a sense of reluctance； he turned off his mind at the same instant he switched off the flashlight and walked from the dark chamber。
Without wasting time waiting for government transportation； Pitt flew from Cape Town to Johannesburg； where he caught a South African Airlines flight to Washington。 He slept most of the way； taking a short walk to stretch his legs when the plane landed in the Canary Islands to refuel。 When he stepped out of the Dulles Airport terminal； it was nearly midnight。 He was pleasantly surprised to find a dazzling 1936 Ford cabriolet hot rod with the top down； waiting at the curb。 The car looked like something out of California in the 1950s。 The body and fenders were painted in metallic plum maroon that sparkled under the lights of the terminal。 The bumpers were the ribbed type from a 1936 De Soto。 Ripple moon disks covered the wheel in front； while those in the rear were hidden by teardrop skirts。 The seats in front and in the rumble seat were a biscuit…tan leather。 The elegant little car was powered by a V…8 flathead engine that had been rebuilt from top to bottom to produce 225 horsepower。 The rear end was fitted with a fifty…year…old Columbia overdrive gear system。
If the car wasn't enough to turn heads； the woman sitting behind the wheel was equally beautiful。 The long cinnamon hair was protected from the light breeze outside the airport by a colorful scarf。 She had the prominent cheekbones of a fashion model； enhanced by full lips and a short； straight nose and charismatic violet eyes。 She was wearing an alpaca chunky autumn leaf brown turtleneck with taupe wool tweed pants under a taupe shearling coat that came down to her knees。
Congresswoman Loren Smith of Colorado flashed an engaging smile。 〃How many times have I met you like this and said； ‘Wele home； sailor'？〃
〃At least eight that I can think of；〃 said Pitt； happy that his romantic love of many years had taken the time out of her busy schedule to pick him up at the airport in one of the cars from his collection。
He threw his duffel bag into the rumble seat； then slid into the passenger's seat and leaned over and kissed her； holding her in his arms for a long while。 When he finally pulled back and released her； she gasped； catching her breath； 〃Careful； I don't want to end up like Clinton。〃
〃The public applauds affairs by female politicians。〃
〃That's what you think；〃 Loren said； pressing the ignition lever on the steering column and pushing the starter button。 It fired on the first rotation and emitted a mellow； throaty roar through the Smitty mufflers and dual exhaust pipes。 〃Where to； your hangar？〃
〃No； I'd like to drop by NUMA headquarters for a moment and check my puter for the latest word from Hiram Yaeger on a program we're working on。〃
〃You must be the only single man in the country who doesn't have a puter in his apartment。〃
〃I don't want one around the house；〃 he said seriously。 〃I have too many other projects going without wasting time surfing the Internet and answering E…mail。〃
Loren pulled away from the curb and steered the Ford onto the broad highway leading into the city。 Pitt sat silent and was still lost in thought when the Washington monument came into view； illuminated by the lights at its base。 Loren knew him well enough to flow with the current。 It was only a question of a few minutes before he came back down to earth。
〃What's new in Congress？〃 he asked finally。
〃As if you cared；〃 she replied indifferently。
〃Boring as that？〃
〃Budget debates don't exactly make a girl horny。〃 Then her voice took on a softer tone。 〃I heard that Rudi Gunn was shot up pretty badly。〃
〃The surgeon in South Africa； who specializes in bone reconstruction； did an excellent job。 Rudi will be limping for a few months； but that won't stop him from directing NUMA operations from behind his desk。〃
〃Al said you had a rough time in the Antarctic。〃
〃Not as rough as they had it on a rock that makes Alcatraz Island look like a botanical garden。〃
He turned to her with a reflective look in his eyes and said； 〃You're on the International Trade Relations mittee？〃
〃I am。〃
〃Are you familiar with any large corporations in Argentina？〃
〃I've traveled there on a few occasions and met with their finance and trade ministers；〃 she answered。 〃Why do you ask？〃
〃Ever hear of an outfit calling itself the New Destiny pany or Fourth Empire Corporation？〃
Loren thought a moment。 〃I once met the CEO of Destiny Enterprises during a trade mission in Buenos Aires。 If I remember correctly； his name was Karl Wolf。〃
〃How long ago was that？〃 Pitt asked。
〃About four years。〃
〃You've