He jammed the muzzle of the auto-Colt up between the colonel's legs.

The colonel went white. A whine rattled in his throat. Watching, Luis laughed. Lyons looked to the young man. Luis enjoyed the fear and suffering of the officer.

"Shoot him, American! It will be justice."

Lyons ignored the laughter and the demand for revenge. He continued the interrogation of the man he held.

"Now, do you cooperate? Tell me, Nazi!"

"Yes, yes, I..."

"Shout that the police are coming. The army. Tell your scum terrorist crew to run. Now! Shout it!"

Shouting out in Spanish, the colonel told his workers to evacuate the warehouse.

They called out to him, he told them to flee. He would follow soon in a moment.

Blancanales keyed his hand-radio to alert Gadgets. "Nazis coming out. Hit them all."

From his position on a rooftop across the street, Gadgets sighted his silenced Heckler & Koch MP-5SD3 submachine gun, the electronics of the Starlite scope illuminating the shadowy doorway of the warehouse. He snapped single shots into the chest of every green-glowing form that left through the door.

In the office, Lyons jerked Colonel Morales to his feet. "Okay, Nazi. Now you take us to Unomundo."

The colonel's eyes rolled in panic. "Pero no se"...

I do not know. He is in the mountains. I see him only at meetings."

"How do you communicate?"

"Sometimes telephone, sometimes couriers."

"Take us to the couriers."

7

Two soldiers guarded the iron gates of the estate.

The teenagers in camouflage and combat gear looked at the taxi as it passed by the street. Seeing only a cab driver and a blond North American, the soldiers returned to throwing coins against the guard post's wall.