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four occupants in the wrong part of the river； at the wrong time； was sucked into the breach； where it plunged dizzily through the wild maelstrom and vanished。 No act of man could halt the raging wall of uncontrollable water as it rushed across the valley before advancing toward the Gulf； where its muddy flow would be absorbed by the sea。
Sandecker； Olson and the other men on the highway could do nothing but watch the nightmarish disaster like eyewitnesses at a train derailment； unable to fathom the unrelenting cataclysm that could penetrate and crush concrete； wood； steel and flesh。 They watched silently in the face of what appeared to promise inevitable calamity； their faces tightened in expressionless masks。 Gunn shivered and looked away toward the Mississippi。
〃The ship！〃 he shouted above the rush of the flood。 He pointed excitedly。 〃The ship！〃
In almost the same terror…bred moment in time； the United States came rushing past。 Mesmerized by the awesome spectacle of the unleashed flood tide； they had forgotten about her。 Their eyes followed Gunn's outstretched hand and finger； seeing an unending black silhouette emerge from the night； a tangible monster from the darkness。 Her superstructure； fore and aft； was blasted into a shell…torn； jagged mass of indescribable shambles。 Her foremast was gone； her funnels raked and holed； great gaps of twisted steel ripped into the sides of her hull。
But still she came； propelled by her great engines； bent on adding her weight to the devastation。 There was no stopping her。 She passed them by at a tremendous rate of speed； her bows throwing up a great sheet of water as she drove against the current under full power。 Despite the fact she had been used to cause death and destruction； she looked magnificent。 No man who saw her that night would ever forget that they were seeing a legend die。 No drama was ever played to a more climactic ending。
They stared enthralled； expecting to see her hull turn and slant across the river in preparation of her role of being a dam to cast the Mississippi away from her established channel forever。 Their convictions seemed verified as waterspouts burst alongside her hull。
〃Mother of God！〃 muttered Olson in shock。 〃They've blown the charges！ She's going down！〃
Any shred of misplaced hope any of them had of the Corps stemming the flow was gone now as the glorious superliner began to settle in the water。
But the United States was not headed on a course to bury her bows in the east bank with her stern slanted across the river toward the west。 She was running straight up the center of the main channel； ever so slowly curving toward the Niagara…like falls roaring through the breach。
Pitt stood and clutched the wheel； now jammed against its stop。 He had turned the rudder as far as it could go。 His calculated determination could do no more。 He felt the ship shudder as the explosive charges blew great holes in her bottom； and he cursed himself for not being able to control the speed or somehow reverse the port propellers and twist the ship in a tighter turn。 But the automated control system had been shut down by damage from the Army's gunfire； making it impossible without a crew down in the engine room to carry out his course change。 Then； with torturous slowness； almost miraculously； he watched as the bow began easing toward port。
Pitt felt his heart jump。 Imperceptibly at first； but as the angle slowly increased； the river's current began nudging her starboard bow sideways。 It was as though the United States refused to give up and was not about to pass from the ages with a black mark against her remarkable history。 She had survived forty…eight long years of sailing the seas and being laid up； and unlike many of her sister ships who went quietly to the scrap yard； she was not going willingly to her death； but with her heart and soul resisting to the end。
Unerringly； as if Pitt had ordained it； the ship's bow stem cut into the steep slope on the edge of the channel and forged through the bottom mud on an oblique angle to the levee two hundred feet beyond the breach。 On a sharper angle she might have driven straight through。
The power of the river's flow through the gash blown out by the explosion came into play and helped slew her massive hull laterally against the breach。 And then as suddenly as the vast surge had burst into the marshlands； it was dying； falling off to a small torrent that curled around the liner's still…flailing propellers at the stern。
At last she came to a plete stop； her four great bronze screws beating against the riverbed； embedding their blades in the mud until they could turn no more。 The United States； the once…grand superliner of America's shipping fleet； had finished her final voyage。
Pitt stood like a man who had run a triathlon； his head dropped over the wheel； his hands still locked on the rim。 He was dead…tired； his body； never fully recovered from the injuries received on an island off the coast of Australia only a few weeks before； shrieking for a rest。 He was so brain…weary he could not distinguish any separation of the bruises and abrasions suffered from the explosions or the fight with the Chinese defenders of the ship。 They all blended into a growing sea of torment。
It took nearly a full minute before he became dimly aware that the ship was no longer moving。 His legs could hardly keep him upright as he released the helm and turned to go search for Giordino。 But his friend was already standing in the shattered doorway； leaning on the Kalashnikov AKM that he used to shoot down the helicopter； using it as a cane。
〃I have to tell you；〃 Giordino said with a slight grin； 〃your docking technique leaves much to be desired。〃
〃Give me another hour of practice and I'll get the hang of it；〃 Pitt replied in a tone barely above a whisper。
On shore； the sickening moment of panic had passed。 They no longer looked out across a broken levee and saw a roaring； unstoppable flood。 The flow had fallen off to that of a rushing stream。 Every man on the highway cheered and shouted exultantly； all except Sandecker。 He gazed at the United States through saddened eyes。 His face was weary and haggard。 〃No seaman likes to see a ship die；〃 he said somberly。 〃But what a noble death；〃 said Gunn。 〃I suppose there is nothing left for her but to be scrapped。〃 〃It would cost too many millions to restore her。〃 〃Dirk and Al； bless their hides； prevented a major disaster。〃 〃A lot of people will never know how much they owe those two characters；〃 Gunn agreed。
Already； a long convoy of trucks and equipment was descending on both ends of the break。 Towboats pushing barges loaded with huge stones were arriving from up and down the river。 Directed by General Montaigne； the Army Corps of Engineers； seasoned veterans at making emergency repairs along the river； rapidly deployed。 Every available man and piece of equipment from New Orleans to Vicksburg had been marshaled to restore the levee and put the highway back in serviceable order for auto and truck traffic。
Thanks to the massive hull of the United States acting as a barrier； the flood tide that hurtled toward the Atchafalaya was robbed of the immense power of the Mississippi。 After spreading across the marshlands； the wild waters diminished to a wave less than three feet high when it reached Morgan City。
Not for the first time had the mighty Mississippi been prevented from forging her way into a new channel。 The battle between men and nature would go on； and eventually there could be but one oute。
April 30； 2000 Washington； D。C。
CHINA'S AMBASSADOR TO THE UNITED STATES； QIAN MIANG； was a portly man。 Short； hair styled in a crewcut； face fixed in a constant little grin that almost never revealed teeth； he reminded those who first met him of a sculpture of a contented Buddha with its hands supporting a round stomach。 Never behaving like a dogmatic munist； Qian Miang was a very gracious man。 Supremely confident； he cultivated many powerful friends in Washington and moved through the halls of the Capitol and White House with the ease of a Cheshire cat。
Preferring to do business capitalist…style； he met with Qin Shang in the private dining room of Washington's finest Chinese restaurant； where he often entertained the city's power elite。 He greeted the shipping magnate with a warm two handed shake。 〃Qin Shang； my dear friend。〃 The voice was jolly and congenial。 Instead of Mandarin； he spoke perfect English with a trace of a British accent absorbed during three years of schooling at Cambridge。 〃You have neglected me during your stay in town。〃
〃My humble apologies； Qian Miang；〃 said Qin Shang。 〃I have experienced pressing problems。 I was informed earlier this morning that my project to divert the Mississippi River past my port of Sungari has failed。〃
〃I am quite aware of your problems；〃 replied Qian Miang without loosening his smile。 〃I cannot suggest otherwise； but President Lin Loyang is not happy。 Your smuggling ventures； it seems； have bee a substantial embarrassment to our government。 Our long…standing strategy to infiltrate high level government offices and influence Ameri
