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He pivoted his wheelchair and propelled himself
back up the shallow ramp to his workstation. Like the
rest of the crew, he had been working at his computer
terminal virtually nonstop for eighteen hours. The
strain was beginning to show in annoying little ways.
His fingers cramped as they gripped the wheels' rims,
and when he blinked his eyes, they burned against the
insides of his lids like they'd been sandblasted. From
the elevated dais supporting his massive, horseshoe-
shaped desk, he surveyed the bank of wall screens
that displayed what his people had on their worksta-

tion monitors, then he checked each team member in
turn.
Dr. Huntington Wethers sat hunched over his com-
puter console, grinding the stem of his unlit pipe be-
tween his teeth. He was eavesdropping on Latvian
police, emergency and military radio transmissions in
and around Riga. The audio signals were being si-
multaneously translated into English text at a CIA
intercept station inside the city. The African Ameri-
can former cybernetics professor scanned the scroll-
ing lines of type for aid calls from the commercial
fishing pier, reports of shots fired, explosions, re-
quests for ambulances--anything that indicated Phoe-
nix Force's primary line of retreat might be in jeop-
ardy, or that they might soon be under assault from
local authorities. In either case, Wethers would re-
route and supervise the covert-action squad's with-
drawal.
At her computer station, red-haired, compactly
built Carmen Delahunt was taking her third turn with
the voluminous Justice Department and Interpol files
on the international arms merchant, Sergio Ishmael
Eshamani. Despite weeks of effort, the Stony Man
team had come up empty in a critical area of the
investigation. In such a situation, lab procedure called
for each team member to review all the basic material,
the rationale being that if five keenly trained minds
tackled the same problem, one of them would be
bound to find the end of the ball of string--in this
case, the buyer and/or final destination of the Riga
nuclear contraband. The Eshamani records went back
almost twenty years, to when he had been a lackey
for the Middle Eastern sales force of an Italian small-
arms manufacturer. As Delahunt's fingers rattled the