Locusta thought it was possible that he was being used and the troops would find no guerrilla hideout. Possibly they would even be ambushed, though Brasov"s preparations were designed to meet that possibility and turn the tables on the guerrillas if it occurred.
Whatever happened, thought Locusta, the path was set. By this time tomorrow he would control Romania.
STONER STUDIED THE TOPO MAP, EXAMINING THE AREAS where Sorina Viorica had said the attacks should be concentrated. He could make a pretty good guess where the camps were within those squares, and suspected that Brasov had as well. One was centered around a mine abandoned sometime in the 1920s. The other, less obvious, was a farm isolated from the nearby settlements.
"Did you want to add anything, Mr. Stoner?" asked Colonel Brasov.
"You were very thorough. There should be evidence of Russian involvement at these camps. There may even be a few Russian agents or soldiers," added Stoner. "So I would be prepared. Very, very prepared."
Dreamland Command Trailer,
Iasi, Romania
1700.
GENERAL SAMSON HAD ARRIVED BY THE TIME DOG RETURNED to Iasi. He"d told Dog he was coming, of course, and Dog tried hard not to interpret Samson"s arrival as yet the latest example of his distrust.
It was hard, though.
"So, what are the Romanians doing?" Samson asked without other preliminaries when Dog reported to him at the Command trailer.
Dog outlined the overall Romanian plan as well as their role in it. The EB-52s would give advance warning of any large troop movements without going over the border, though of course real-time video from the Flighthawks would be impossible.
"You think they"ll pull it off?" Samson asked.
"If they can handle the logistics side. They only have about thirty helicopters, and they"re fairly old. The problem will be getting enough men in the field quickly."
"I"d feel better if we could go over the border and support them directly," said the general.
Samson"s remark caught Dog by surprise. "I agree with you, General. Maybe we should make that point to Washington."
Samson seemed to consider it, but then reverted to his career officer mentality, anxious to protect his stars. "No. We"ll carry on as is. I"ve brought two B-1B/Ls with me."
"Yes, sir, you explained that."
"They can get into the mix as soon as it"s appropriate. We"ll fly them in tandem with a Megafortress. If you think that"s a good idea."
Now Dog was really surprised. Was Samson asking for his opinion?
"They may be useful," said Dog. "Depending on the circ.u.mstances. If they were able to pinpoint a target on the ground-"
"That"s exactly what I was thinking," said Samson. "I want to see if these fancy lasers are really as good as they"re advertised."
"If we were supporting the Romanians, they"d have a real role," suggested Dog, taking one more shot at encouraging the general to argue with Washington about the absurd restriction in their orders.
"No. No. That will come in time," said Samson. "I"m sure there will be plenty of changes in the future."
Aboard Dreamland Osprey,
above the Black Sea
1900.
THE SUN HAD ALREADY SET BY THE TIME THE OSPREY NEARED its rendezvous north of the Bosporus Strait at the southern edge of the Black Sea. The Bosporus was like a funnel, sending a never-ending flow of ships down from the lake, past Istanbul on their way to the Sea of Marmara, and from there to the Mediterranean, the Suez, the Atlantic.
Ideally, Stoner would have found an American warship for Danny and his "companion" to transfer to, but the U.S. Navy rarely found it necessary to enter the Black Sea, and no ship could be diverted in time. Instead, the CIA had arranged for Danny, Boston, and Sorina Viorica to be disembarked on a tanker sailing south toward Istanbul; they"d ride south and slip off near the city.
"That"s our ship there, Captain," said the Osprey copilot, pointing toward a small collection of dim lights in the distance. "We"ll be over her in a minute."
"Thanks."
Danny turned to Boston and motioned with his head. Sorina was sitting in the middle of the bench on the starboard side of the aircraft. She was so light her body barely made an impression in the stretched fabric sling that formed the seat.
"We"ll be going down," Danny told her. "Can you fast-rope?"
He pointed to the side. Besides the rear ramp, the Dreamland Osprey had a side door that slid open like a traditional rescue helicopter, allowing a boom to be swung out so pa.s.sengers or cargo could be lowered.
"Rope?" asked Sorina Viorica.
"Can you slide down the rope to the ship, or should we lower you by harness?"
Sorina looked dubious.
"It"s all right. We"ll winch you down," said Danny. He had to yell to make himself heard over the engines, which roared loudly as the aircraft settled into hover mode. "We"ll put you in a sling. Boston, you hear me? We"ll get her in a sling."
"That"s what I figured you"d want to do, Cap."
Danny got a harness for her and held it out. Sorina didn"t look scared, exactly, but clearly she didn"t like the idea.
"It"s either this or we fly into the airport," said Danny. "We can do that."
She"d already vetoed that idea. Still, she made a face as she pulled the safety harness on. The harness provided more protection than a standard sling.
Meanwhile, the flight engineer-the only crewman on the flight besides the two pilots-came back and punched the automatic door opener. A red light came on and the door began sliding toward the rear of the aircraft. Wind swirled through the cabin.
"You going first or last, Cap?" asked Boston. Like Danny, he was dressed in civilian clothes: jeans, a heavy sweater, and a dark down vest.
"I go first. Then send Sorina. You come down behind her."
"Gotcha."
"Wait till I make sure everything"s kosher."
Though the ship had only its normal navigational lights on, it stood out clearly against the darkness of the sea. A small flashlight began blinking on the forward deck near the bow. The Osprey dipped slightly to the left, then corrected, leveling itself about twenty feet from the deck, moving sideways to keep pace with the ship.
Twenty feet wasn"t much for an aircraft, but it was a long fall for a man. The Osprey tucked a few feet lower, nudging toward fifteen. Danny grabbed the rope, then pushed off, shifting his weight as he quickly dropped to the deck.
The dim yellow glow of the ship flashed around him; rather than falling, Danny felt as if the tanker was coming up to get him. He landed with both feet, picture perfect, though this was more a matter of luck than skill on the tanker"s rolling deck. He took a half step to his right, steadied himself, then spotted one of the crewmen coming toward him.
The man looked as if he had a gun in his hand. As Danny started to reach for the Beretta hidden below his vest, his eyes focused and he realized the man was only carrying a walkie-talkie.
Boston had already started lowering Sorina. The sling spun slowly as it descended, and though the journey wasn"t very long, Sorina looked dizzy when she stepped onto the deck. As soon as Danny released her from the harness, she slipped down, and needed the sailor"s help to get back to her feet. It was the first time since they"d met that she seemed vulnerable-or maybe not vulnerable, but at least human.
Boston shot down the line after her, bouncing away from the rope as easily as if he were doing a dance routine. He had a small rucksack with him; inside were two MP5 submachine guns in waterproof plastic sacks.
Not that they should need them. But...
The sailor led them back toward the superstructure of the ship, located near the stern. The first mate was waiting on the starboard side, in front of a closed door.
"You have to stay outside," he told Danny. "The crew should not see."
Danny thought that was a ridiculous precaution-surely the crew had seen the Osprey hanging over the bow-but he was in no position to argue. The mate led them along the railing to a coiled rope ladder.
"When the signal is given, you can descend," the mate told him. "We will be two kilometers from Istanbul." The mate was Indian, and between the wind, the engines, and the retreating Osprey, his words were difficult to understand.
"How long?" asked Danny.
"Thirty minutes. Sometimes there are patrols," added the mate. "If this happens, you must get off the ship immediately."
Boston shot him a look that said no way. With a.s.sorted adjectives.
"Not a problem," Danny lied.
The mate left them, walking around the front of the superstructure, perhaps to emphasize that the door nearby was locked. Danny led the others toward the stern, stopping just aft of the superstructure in a darkened spot where he could see across to both sides of the channel.
"Why"d he say we had to jump?" Boston asked. "Are we being set up?"
"I don"t think so," answered Danny.
"I don"t like this bulls.h.i.t," said Boston. "It"s cold, Cap."
"Not too much I can do about the weather, Boston. Don"t tell me you haven"t had worse."
"Oh, I"ve had worse." He leaned on the rail. Sorina was standing a few feet away, gazing at the water. "I don"t trust her either, Cap. She"s got to be planning something."
"Like what?"
"Something."
They"d run a metal detector around her back at Iasi before boarding the Osprey; she didn"t have any weapons.
"Maybe she has second thoughts," said Boston. "I would if were her. And third and fourth. She"s giving up her own people."
"Boston, shut your mouth," said Danny.
"Just sayin" the truth, Cap."
Danny walked over to Sorina Viorica. She"d raised the direction of her stare somewhat, and was now gazing at the dark outline of sh.o.r.e as the ship entered the channel. There was a small Turkish warship tied up near the cliff; from this distance, it looked as if everyone aboard were asleep.
"You ready to talk?" Danny asked.
"At the train station." Sorina continued to stare at the opposite bank.
"It"s going to take a while. Why don"t we just get it over with?"
"So you can arrest me?"
She flung her head around. Her eyes shone with fierce anger.
"I"m not going to do anything to you," Danny said. "I"m going to let you go. That"s the deal. You tell me where the targets are, I put you on the train."
"I put myself on the train."
"However you want to do it."
She turned back to the water.
The ship had been alone on the Black Sea, but once in the strait, company was plentiful. Several ships sat just outside the navigation channel, stopped for one reason or another. A large, well-lit ferry was just pulling out from a town on the eastern side of the pa.s.sage. It had obviously been rented for a party, and the sound of music wafted across the water. Danny watched the pa.s.sengers dance in what seemed like slow motion, their world a million miles from his.
"Another navy ship over there, Cap," said Boston. "Moving."
Danny looked at the eastern sh.o.r.e to their south, following the sergeant"s finger. A 150-foot patrol craft was moving out from the shadows, curving in their direction. A 72mm gun turret dominated the front deck.
"Think the Romanians sold us out?" asked Boston.