12:21 A.M.

Uh-oh. Vance felt the tracks suddenly shiver. Then with what sounded

like a painful grind of metal on metal, the gantry started moving

again. They'd decided to override the safety shutoff.

Okay, he thought, back to the original plan. He turned and retraced his

steps to the place where he had left the gelignite, feeling along the

track until his fingers touched it. It was still in place, but there

was no time now to set up a fuse.

Which meant there was only one other way to blow it.

Quickly he secured the diamond-shaped patch more tightly around the

steel, then looked up to check the gantry. It was now about five meters

away, its wheels inching along the rails with a ponderous inevitability

as its electric motors hummed.

He pulled out his sailor's tin of matches and withdrew one. Relieved it

was still dry, he scraped the match across the bottom of the can and it

flamed in the dark. Next he quickly pressed the wooden end into the

soft gelignite, making a target he could see from a distance.

After checking it one last time, he rose and dashed for the safety of

the nearest shed, pulling the Uzi from his belt and chambering a round.

He leaned against a darkened wall and took careful aim, on semi-auto.

The gantry was only a meter away from the charge when he finally

squeezed off a round. It kicked up a spray of gravel next to the rails,

the small stones glistening in the floodlights like small shining stars

as they erupted slightly to the left of where he had placed the charge.

Damn. He knew the match could be seen, as well as the flare of the Uzi,

but maybe nobody was watching. In any case, he adjusted his aim and

quickly fired again. But this time he had moved the sight too far to

the right. Again the gravel splayed, another sparkle under the lights,

but once more nothing happened.

Now the gantry's wheels were about to pass directly over the explosive.

If the thing was going to be immobilized, he had one shot left. He took

careful aim and squeezed the trigger. . . .

To the sound of a dull click. His last round had misfired.

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