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looked into each other's eyes from no more than twelve feet； trying to exchange thoughts in that brief instant。 No word passed between them； only a strange kind of understanding。 Time seemed to pause and all sounds diminished into a blurred background。
Hiram Lusana knew his fight to rise above the filth of his childhood had culminated in this time and place。 He had e to realize he could not be the leader of a people who would never fully accept him as one of their own。 His path became clear。 He could do far more for the op…pressed of Africa by being a martyr to their cause。
Lusana accepted the invitation of death。 He threw Fergus a silent smile of forgiveness and then leaped toward the bulwarks。
Fergus pulled the trigger and sprayed a pattern of automatic fire。 The sudden impact of three bullets in his side pitched Lusana forward in a shuddered dance that pounded the breath from his lungs。 Miraculously； he stayed on his feet and staggered drunkenly on。
Fergus fired again。
Lusana fell to his knees； still struggling toward the edge of the deck。
Fergus watched in detached admiration； vaguely wondering what drove the incongruously dressed black man to ignore at least a dozen bullets in his body。
With brown eyes glazed with shock； and with a determination known only to a man who could never quit； Lusana crawled across the deck； holding the canvas sack against his stomach； leaving an ever…widening trail of crimson behind him。
The bulwarks were only three feet away。 He fought closer despite the blackness beginning to cloud his vision and the blood streaming from the corners of his mouth。 Summoning an inner strength born of final desper…ation； he threw the sack。
It hung on the bulwark for an instant that seemed frozen in time； teetered； and then fell into the river。 Lusana's face sank to the deck and he passed the gate into oblivion。
The interior of the massive gun housing reeked of sweat and blood and the pungent odors of powder and heated oil。 Most of the crew were still in shock； their eyes glazed； unknowing； dulled with confusion and fear； the rest were lying amid the machinery in unnatural poses； blood trick…ling from their ears and mouths。 A charnel house； Fawkes thought； a damn charnel house。 God； I'm no better than the butchers who slaughtered my family。
He peered down the center elevator tube to the magazines and saw Charles Shaba hammering away with a sledge on a shell cradle that had bee wedged ten feet below the turret deck。 The interlock doors； designed to prevent accidental breech failure from municating ex…plosive flash to the magazines； were jammed open； and to Fawkes it was like looking into a bottomless pit。 Then the black void seemed to fuzz and he suddenly realized the problem。 The air was too foul to breathe。 Those who survived the concussion caused by the Satan missile were dropping from lack of oxygen。
〃Open the outside hatch！〃 he roared。 〃Get some fresh air in here！〃
〃She's buckled； Captain；〃 a voice rasped on the other side of the turret。 〃Jammed tight。〃
〃The ventilators！ Why aren't they operating？〃
〃Blown circuits；〃 another man said； coughing。 〃The only air we've got is what's ing up through the magazine tubes。〃
In the choking haze and gloom Fawkes could barely make out the form of the man who spoke。 〃Find me something to pry the hatch open。 We've got to make a path for crossventilation。〃
He made his way around the bodies and over the huge gun mechanism to the hatch that opened to the main deck。 Looking at its seven…inch…thick wall of hard steel； Fawkes could well appreciate what he was up against。 The only points in his favor were the shattered locking prongs and the inch of daylight showing at the top where the hatch had been blown inward。
Someone tapped his shoulder and he turned。 It was Shaba。
〃I heard you down in the magazine tube； Captain。 I thought you might need this。〃 He handed Fawkes a heavy steel bar four feet long and two inches thick。
Fawkes wasted no words of appreciation。 He wedged the bar into the opening to the outside and pulled。 His face flushed with the effort and his great arms trembled； but the hatch would not budge。
The obstinacy of the hatch came as no surprise to Fawkes。 It was an age…old Scottish adage that nothing fell to a man's lot on the first try。 He closed his eyes and sucked in great breaths； hyperventilating。 Every cell in his body focused on kindling the strength locked within his immense body。 Shaba watched； fascinated。 He had never seen such a demonstra…tion of sheer concentration。 Fawkes reinserted the bar； paused a few seconds more； and finally began to heave。 It looked to Shaba as though the captain had turned to stone； there was no obvious hint of effort； no tenseness of the muscles。 The sweat began to pop from Fawkes's forehead and the tendons of his neck bulged and tautened； every muscle turned rock hard with strain； then； slowly； incredibly； the hatch shrieked as steel scraped against steel。
Shaba could not believe that such brute force existed； he could not know of the secret that drove Fawkes far above and beyond his normal energies。 Another inch of light appeared between the hatch and the turret armor。 Then； three inches 。。。 six 。。。 and abruptly the mangled steel twisted from its broken hinges and dropped to the deck with a great metallic echo。
Almost immediately； the stench and smoke were driven outside and replaced with cool； damp air from below。 Fawkes stood aside and tossed the bar through the hatch； his clothes soaked through with sweat； his torso shuddering as he caught his breath and his pounding heart slowed to normal。
〃Clear the breeches and secure the guns；〃 he ordered。
Shaba looked blank。 〃We've lost hydraulic pressure to the power I rammer。 It can't be reversed to remove the shells。〃
〃Damn the rammer；〃 Fawkes snorted。 〃Do it by hand。〃
Shaba said nothing in reply。 He had no time。 A gun barrel poked through the open hatch and a hail of bullets ricocheted throughout the armored chamber。 The burst whistled past Fawkes's side。
Shaba was not as lucky。 Four bullets entered his neck almost simulta…neously。 He sank to his knees； his eyes staring unprehendingly at Fawkes； his mouth moving but expelling no words； only a gush of red that rivered down his chest。
Fawkes stood by helplessly and watched Shaba die。 Then a rage swelled inside him and he whirled and grabbed the gun muzzle。 The heat from the barrel seared the flesh from his hands but he was far beyond any sensation of pain。 Fawkes gave a great pull； and the SEAL outside； stubbornly refusing to let go of his weapon； catapulted past the narrow aperture and landed inside； his index finger still locked on the trigger。
There is no fear in a man who knows with certainty he is about to die。 Fawkes did not possess that certainty。 His face was white with fear； fear that he would be killed before the Quick Death shell inside one of the three guns could be deactivated。
〃You bloody fool！〃 he grunted as the SEAL kicked him in the stomach。 〃The guns 。 。 。 inside the guns 。。。 a plague 。 。 。〃
The SEAL twisted violently and slashed out with his free hand to Fawkes's jaw。 Fighting to keep the muzzle away from his body； Fawkes could do nothing but absorb the blow。 His strength was draining away when he lurched backward and fell partially through the hatch opening； trying with one last mighty effort to yank the gun from the SEAL's grasp。 Instead； the flesh came away from his palms and fingers and he lost his grip。 The SEAL jumped sideways and lowered the gun； aiming it with agonizing deliberation at Fawkes's stomach。
Daniel Obasi； the young boy sitting in the turret officer's firing booth； watched in numbed horror as the SEAL'S finger tightened on the trigger。 He tried to yell； to distract the killer in the black wet suit； but his throat was dry as sand and a mere whisper rasped through his lips。 Out of sheer desperation； in what he prayed was his one hope of saving his captain's life； Obasi pushed the red 〃fire〃 button。
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There was no way to reverse the process； no way to halt the firing sequence。 The powder charges detonated and two projectiles spit out of the center and starboard muzzles； but inside the port barr