Fowler leaned back in his chair. "That makes sense, I suppose. But I want a really, really really good estimate of that just as fast as you can get it to me." good estimate of that just as fast as you can get it to me."
"Yes, sir. Believe me, Mr. President, we"re checking every aspect of this development."
"Good report, Dr. Ryan."
Jack stood to take his dismissal. It was so much more civilized now that they"d gotten rid of him.
The markets had sprung up of their own accord, mainly in the eastern sections of Berlin. Soviet soldiers, never the most free of individuals, now found themselves in an undivided Western Western city that offered each the chance simply to walk away, to disappear. The amazing thing was that so few did it, despite the controls kept on them, and one reason for it was the availability of open-air markets. The individual Soviet soldiers were continuously surprised at the desire of Germans, Americans and so many others to buy memorabilia of the Red Army-belts, city that offered each the chance simply to walk away, to disappear. The amazing thing was that so few did it, despite the controls kept on them, and one reason for it was the availability of open-air markets. The individual Soviet soldiers were continuously surprised at the desire of Germans, Americans and so many others to buy memorabilia of the Red Army-belts, shapka shapka fur hats, boots, whole uniforms, all manner of trinkets-and the fools paid fur hats, boots, whole uniforms, all manner of trinkets-and the fools paid cash. cash. Hard-currency cash, dollars, pounds, Deutschmarks, whose value at home in the Soviet Union was multiplied tenfold. Other sales to more discriminating buyers had included such big-ticket items as a T-80 tank, but that had required the connivance of a regimental commander, who"d justified it in his paperwork as the accidental destruction of a vehicle by fire. The Colonel had gotten a Mercedes 560SEL from that, with plenty of cash left over for his retirement fund. Western intelligence agencies had gotten all they wished by this point, leaving the markets to amateurs and tourists; they a.s.sumed that the Soviets tolerated it for the simple reason that it brought a good deal of hard currency into their economy, and did so at bargain prices. Westerners typically paid more than ten times the actual production cost of what they purchased. The introductory course in capitalism, some Russians thought, would have other payoffs when the troops concluded their conscripted service. Hard-currency cash, dollars, pounds, Deutschmarks, whose value at home in the Soviet Union was multiplied tenfold. Other sales to more discriminating buyers had included such big-ticket items as a T-80 tank, but that had required the connivance of a regimental commander, who"d justified it in his paperwork as the accidental destruction of a vehicle by fire. The Colonel had gotten a Mercedes 560SEL from that, with plenty of cash left over for his retirement fund. Western intelligence agencies had gotten all they wished by this point, leaving the markets to amateurs and tourists; they a.s.sumed that the Soviets tolerated it for the simple reason that it brought a good deal of hard currency into their economy, and did so at bargain prices. Westerners typically paid more than ten times the actual production cost of what they purchased. The introductory course in capitalism, some Russians thought, would have other payoffs when the troops concluded their conscripted service.
Erwin Keitel approached one such Soviet soldier, a senior sergeant by rank. "Good day," he said in German.
"Nicht spreche," the Russian answered. "English?" the Russian answered. "English?"
"English is okay, yes?"
"Da." The Russian nodded.
"Ten uniforms." Keitel held up both hands to make the number unambiguous.
"Ten?"
"Ten, all large, big like me," Keitel said. He could have spoken in perfect Russian, but that would have caused more trouble than it was worth. "Colonel uniforms, all colonel, okay?"
"Colonel-polkovnik. Regiment officer, yes? Three stars here?" The man tapped his shoulders. Regiment officer, yes? Three stars here?" The man tapped his shoulders.
"Yes." Keitel nodded. "Tank uniform, must be for tank."
"Why you want?" the sergeant asked, mainly to be polite. He was a tanker, and getting the right garb was not a problem.
"Make movie-television movie."
"Television?" The man"s eyes lit up. "Belts, boots?"
"Yes."
The man checked left and right, then lowered his voice. "Pistol?"
"You can do that?"
The sergeant smiled and nodded emphatically to show that he was a serious broker. "Take money."
"Must be Russian pistol, correct pistol," Keitel said, hoping that this pidgin exchange was clear.
"Yes, I can get."
"How soon?"
"One hour."
"How much?"
"Five thousand mark, no pistol. Ten pistol, five thousand mark more." And that, Keitel thought, was highway robbery.
He held up his hands again. "Ten thousand mark, yes. I pay." To show he was serious, he displayed a sheaf of hundred-mark notes. He tucked one in the soldier"s pocket. "I wait one hour."
"I come back here, one hour." The soldier left the area rapidly. Keitel walked into the nearest Gasthaus Gasthaus and ordered a beer. and ordered a beer.
"If this were any easier," he observed to a colleague, "I"d say it was a trap."
"You heard about the tank?"
"The T-80, yes, why?"
"Willi Heydrich did that for the Americans."
"Willi?" Keitel shook his head. "What was his fee?"
"Five hundred thousand D-Mark. d.a.m.ned-fool Americans. Anyone could have set that up."
"But they didn"t know that at the time." The man laughed bleakly. DM500,000 had been enough to set the former Oberst-Leutnant Oberst-Leutnant Wilhelm Heydrich up in a business-a Wilhelm Heydrich up in a business-a Gasthaus Gasthaus like this one-which made for a much better living than he"d ever gotten from the Stasi. Heydrich had been one of Keitel"s most promising subordinates, and now he had sold out, quit his career, turned his back on his political heritage, and turned into one more new-German citizen. His intelligence training had merely served as a vehicle, to take one last measure of spite out on the Americans. like this one-which made for a much better living than he"d ever gotten from the Stasi. Heydrich had been one of Keitel"s most promising subordinates, and now he had sold out, quit his career, turned his back on his political heritage, and turned into one more new-German citizen. His intelligence training had merely served as a vehicle, to take one last measure of spite out on the Americans.
"What about the Russian?"
"The one who made the deal? Ha!" the man snorted. "Two million million marks. He undoubtedly paid off the division commander, got his Mercedes, and banked the rest. That unit rotated back to the Union soon thereafter, and one tank more or less from a division ... ? The inspectorate might not even have noticed." marks. He undoubtedly paid off the division commander, got his Mercedes, and banked the rest. That unit rotated back to the Union soon thereafter, and one tank more or less from a division ... ? The inspectorate might not even have noticed."
They had one more round while watching the TV over the bar-a disgusting habit picked up from the Americans, Keitel thought. When forty minutes had pa.s.sed, he went back outside, with his colleague in visual contact. It might be a trap, after all.
The Russian sergeant was back early. He wasn"t carrying anything but a smile.
"Where is it?" Keitel asked.
"Truck, around ..." The man gestured.
"Ecke? Corner?" Corner?"
"Da, that word, corner. that word, corner. Um die Ecke. Um die Ecke. " The man nodded emphatically. " The man nodded emphatically.
Keitel waved to the other man, who went to get the car. Erwin wanted to ask the soldier how much of the money was going to his lieutenant, who typically skimmed a sizable percentage of every deal for their own use, but that really was beside the point, wasn"t it?
The Soviet Army GAZ-69 light truck was parked a block away. It was a simple matter of backing up the agent"s car to the tailgate and popping the trunk. But first, of course, Keitel had to inspect the merchandise. There were ten camouflage battle-dress uniforms, lightweight, but of better than normal quality because these were for officers" use. Headwear was a black beret with the red star and rather antique-looking tank badge that showed them to be for an armor officer. The shoulderboards of each uniform had the three stars of a full colonel. Also included were the uniform belts and boots.
"Pistolen?" Keitel asked. Keitel asked.
First, eyes swept the street. Then ten cardboard boxes appeared. Keitel pointed to one, and it opened to reveal a Makarov PM. That was a 9-millimeter automatic modeled on the German Walther PP. The Russians, in a gesture of magnanimity, even tossed in five boxes of 9mm- x -18 ball ammunition.
"Ausgezeichnet," Keitel observed, reaching for his money. He counted out ninety-nine hundred-mark bills. Keitel observed, reaching for his money. He counted out ninety-nine hundred-mark bills.
"Thank you," the Russian said. "You need more, you see me, yes?"
"Yes, thank you." Keitel shook his hand and got into the car.
"What has the world become?" the driver said as he headed off. As recently as three years before, those soldiers would have been court-martialed-perhaps even shot-for what they had done.
"We have enriched the Soviet Union to the tune of ten thousand marks."
The driver grunted. "Doch, "Doch, and that "merchandise" must have cost at least two thousand to manufacture! What is it they call that ... ?" and that "merchandise" must have cost at least two thousand to manufacture! What is it they call that ... ?"
"A "volume discount." " Keitel couldn"t decide whether to laugh or not. "Our Russian friends learn fast. Or perhaps the muzhik muzhik cannot count past ten." cannot count past ten."
"What we plan to do is dangerous."
"That is true, but we are being well paid."
"You think I do this for money?" the man asked, an edge on his voice.
"No, nor do I. But if we must risk our lives, we might as well be rewarded for it."
"As you say, Colonel."
It never occurred to Keitel that he really did not know what he was doing, that Bock had not told him everything. For all his professionalism, Keitel had neglected to remind himself that he was doing business with a terrorist.
The air was wonderfully still, Ghosn thought. He"d never experienced really heavy snow. The storm was lingering longer than expected, was expected to continue for another hour or so. It had dropped half a meter, which, along with the flakes still in the air, m.u.f.fled sound to a degree he had never known. It was a silence you could hear, he told himself standing on the porch.
"Like it, eh?" Marvin asked.
"Yes."
"When I was a boy we got really big storms, not like this one, storms that dropped feet feet of snow-like a whole meter at once, man-and then it would really get cold, like twenty or thirty below. You go outside, and it"s like you"re on another planet or something, and you wonder what it was like a hundred years ago, living in a tipi with your woman and your babies and your horses outside, everything clean and pure like it"s supposed to be. It must have been something, man, it must have really been something." of snow-like a whole meter at once, man-and then it would really get cold, like twenty or thirty below. You go outside, and it"s like you"re on another planet or something, and you wonder what it was like a hundred years ago, living in a tipi with your woman and your babies and your horses outside, everything clean and pure like it"s supposed to be. It must have been something, man, it must have really been something."
The man was poetic, but foolish, Ibrahim thought. So primitive a life, most of your children died before their first year had ended, starving in winter because there was no game to hunt. What fodder was there for the horses, and how did they get to it under the snow? How many people and animals froze to death? Yet he idolized the life. That was foolish. Marvin had courage. He had tenacity, and strength, and devotion, but the fact of the matter was that he didn"t understand the world, didn"t know G.o.d, and lived according to a fantasy. It really was unfortunate. He could have been a valuable a.s.set.
"When do we leave?"
"We"ll give the highway boys a couple of hours to sc.r.a.pe the roads. You take the car-it has front-wheel drive and you won"t have any problem driving. I"ll take the van. There"s no hurry, right? We don"t want to take chances."
"That is right."
"Let"s go inside "fore we both freeze."
"They really gotta clean up the air in this place," Clark said when he finished coughing.
"It is pretty bad," Chavez agreed.
They"d rented a small place near the airport. Everything they needed was tucked away in closets. They"d made their contacts on the ground. The usual service team would be sick when the 747 came in. It would be a fiscal illness, of course. It turned out that getting the two CIA officers aboard wasn"t all that hard. The Mexicans did not especially like the j.a.panese, at least not the government kind, whom they regarded as more arrogant than Americans-which, to a Mexican citizen, was remarkable. Clark checked his watch. Nine more hours until it swooped in through the pollution. Just a brief courtesy visit to see the Mexican President, supposedly, then off to Washington to see Fowler. Well, that made things easy for Clark and Chavez.
They started off for Denver just at midnight. The Colorado state-roads teams had done their usual professional job. What could not be sc.r.a.ped was salted and sanded, and the usual one-hour drive took merely an additional fifteen minutes. Marvin handled the check-in, paying for three nights with cash, and making a show of getting a receipt for his expense account. The desk clerk noted the ABC logo on the truck, and was disappointed that the rooms he"d given them were around back. Had they parked in front, maybe he could get more business. As soon as he left, the clerk went back to dozing in front of the TV. The Minnesota fans would be arriving the next day, and they promised to be a raucous, troublesome crowd.
The meet with Lyalin proved easier to arrange than expected. Cabot"s brief get-acquainted session with the new head of the Korean CIA had gone even more smoothly than he"d dared to hope-the Koreans were quite professional-allow-ing him to fly off to j.a.pan twelve hours early. The Chief of Station Tokyo had a favorite spot, a hostess house located in one of the innumerable meandering back streets within a mile of the emba.s.sy, and also a place very easy to secure and surveil.
"Here is my latest report," Agent MUSHASHI said, handing over the envelope.
"Our President is most impressed with the quality of your information," Cabot replied.
"As I am impressed with the salary."
"So, what can I do for you?"
"I wanted to be sure that you are taking me seriously," Lyalin said.
"We do that," Marcus a.s.sured him. Does this fellow think we pay in the millions for the fun Does this fellow think we pay in the millions for the fun of it? He wondered. It was Cabot"s first face-to-face with an agent. Though he"d been briefed to expect a conversation just like this one, it still came as a surprise. of it? He wondered. It was Cabot"s first face-to-face with an agent. Though he"d been briefed to expect a conversation just like this one, it still came as a surprise.
"I plan to defect in a year, with my family. What exactly will you do for me?"
"Well, we will debrief you at length, then a.s.sist you in finding a comfortable place to live and work."
"Where?"
"Anywhere you wish, within reason." Cabot managed to conceal his exasperation. This was work for a junior case officer.
"What do you mean, "within reason"?"
"We won"t let you live right across the street from the Russian Emba.s.sy. What exactly do you have in mind?"
"I don"t know yet."
Then why did you bring this up? "What sort of climate do you like?" "What sort of climate do you like?"
"Warm, I think."