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warned him against signaling or even disclosing himself. He knewabsolutely knewthat Krasny had blown up the boat.
Suddenly, quite near, a seaman broke the surface and bobbed his head at Karmann.
Karmann said hoarsely, ''Be still. Don't show yourself.''
The sailor stared at Karmann with bulging, water-filled eyes. The man's mouth was open, blue-lipped. A drowned sailor, brought into the air and light too late. The turbulence still rising from the Pravda churned the sea, and the dead sailor bobbed his head in agreement. Karmann, frightened by the empty eyes and open mouth, tried to kick his bit of floating insulation away from the compliant corpse.
The Cuban boat idled in the water, ensign hanging limply at the fantail. The crew was pulling Viktor Krasny from the sea. Karmann heard gunfire. At what could those fools be shooting? The boat's engine began to rumble, and it moved deliberately through the field of debris. Karmann, his eyes barely above water, could see that the Cuban crew were firing AK-57s all about them. He could hear them shouting to one another in Spanish. They were laughing, skylarking.
"Allí, allí, 'sta otro!"
There, there is another . . .
Another what, in God's name?
The gunboat moved slowly through the water and the Cuban sailors fired into the sea. Krasny stood on the foredeck, pointing out targets. Oh, my God, they are killing the survivors, Karmann realized.
It was planned this way from the beginning. It had to be. Plant the Soyuz Device, then bury the secret in the sea.
The Cubans discovered the floating sailor and loosed a fusillade. The head exploded in a shower of salt water, bone, brains, and blood. Karmann heard the Cubans shriek with pleasure. Then one of them shouted, "Mira! Tiburónes!"
Karmann voided his bowels into the sea. The Cubans pointed to the gathering sharks.
"Alto! Dejan disparando!" An order to cease fire came

 
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