The Stainless Steel Rat for President

"I'll be happy to. Somebody on their side has brains. It might very well be Colonel Oliveira. After all he was the one waiting in the car when we returned. Until we find out anything difierent we must assume that he is our enemy number one. He has been keeping careful track of our operation and has managed to put himself in our shoes. He knows that we must publicize our campaign if we are ever going to get the votes. Nothing of our first meeting with the press was reported, so logically we must then take steps to see that the future will be different. He had no idea of what we would do-but he guessed very accurately where we would strike. Broadcast Center. Then he laid a trap that worked-because he succeeded in capturing Bolivar, If he has been right so far he will still be right in assuming that an attempt will be made to free the prisoner. Therefore we can be sure that Bolivar will not be in the local prison. And we can also be sure that the building will be one big trap. We shall stay away from it. And change all the rules of the game. With Zapilote as a hostage Bolivar will have to be released and the score will be nil nil." "All right so far," Angelina said. "But have you given any thought about ways and means of getting our hands on Zapilote?" "I have. I am going to get a few hours sleep so I will be fresh for the morning. I will then make certain preparations before I pop over to the capital and look in on the GeneralPresident." "You're insane," Angelina said calmly. "I won't let you do it." She shifted position and a gun suddenly appeared in her hand aimed at me. "That blow on the nose must have addled your brains as well. Go get some sleep while James and I work out another plan that won't be quite as suicidal. " "You would shoot me to save my life? While not denigrating the process in any way, I am forced to admit that the operation of the female mind continues to baffle me. Now put the gun away and relax. It is not suicide I am planning but a well thought-out operation that will extricate both Bolivar and myself from their clutches. Some details are still vague, but I'm sure that they will be clearer after a night's rest. " They were. I woke up at dawn with a flow chart of the operation firmly printed on my frontal lobes. It could not fail!

The Stainless Steel Rat for President t29 My good humor continued through my shower and breakfast and the flight to Primoroso and right up to the moment when I was strolling across Freedom Square. It only left me when I entered the grim gates of the Presidio and was stopped by the guard. It was far too late to back out now so I hashed on, good humor or no.

"Where's your pass?" he growled.

"Pass? I need no pass, you microcephalic moron, I am here to see the General-President at the specific request of Colonel Oliveira." "I am sorry. The Colonel left no orders when he came in..." "Oliveira is here now? Better and better. Get him on the phone. And quickly-if you value your life and sanity." He was shaking as he punched a number into the phone. The plate lit up and I could see Olivelra's sadistic face on the screen. Before the guard could speak I pushed him aside and leaned close.

"Oliveira," I snarled. "I'm at the front entrance. Aren't you interested in seeing me?" He did a beautiful take; I should have brought a camera. He had undoubtedly expected a number of possible reactions to the events of the previous evening-but this one was certainly not included. He finally got his eyes back in his head and the blood back into his skin and screeched into the phone.

"Hold that man..." I broke the connection and sat down in the guard's chair. "See how delighted he was?" I took out a cigar and lit it and had barely puffed out the first cloud of smoke before Oliveira came plunging down the stairs with a squad of soldiers at his heels.

"You took one of my men last night," I said, blowing smoke into his face. "I've come to order his release." As can be easily imagined he did not take kindly at all to this treatment. I made no resistance when the soldiers seized me and hustled me deep into the bowels of the building. Oliveira personally supervised the security procedures, watching closely as I was stripped, searched. X-rayed, body-scanned and purged. He knew that there had to be method in my madness of surrendering to him-but he could not figure out what it was. Then he had the entire security procedure done a second time just in case. Of course they found nothing.

When it was all finished I was given thin slippers and a paper prison suit, then chained heavily at my anides and wrists. Only after this had been done did he have me dragged to the interrogation room and thrown into a hard chair. He stood over me, slapping a weighted club against the palm of his hand. "Who are you?" he asked.