Operation Barracuda (2005)

Andrei Zdrok's jaw dropped and he momentarily forgot having been awakened too early. The device's beauty mesmerized him. It shone like a polished precious metal but it was worth far more than any gold or silver.

"It's too bad Prokofiev isn't conscious to hear that it arrived safely," Antipov added. "The poor guy is still in a coma."

"Screw the general," Zdrok said. "He's of no use to us now. At least he was able to have this shipped to us before he became a permanent tube sucker." He approached the device and gently placed his palm on the cone-shaped head. It was smooth and cold to the touch.

"It's magnificent," he said. "I have never seen one before, have you?"

"No. Well, yes, some of the earlier kinds. Not one like this," Antipov replied.

"Well. We have to get this to our customer in China right away," Zdrok said. "You'll take care of the arrangements?"

"It's already being done." Antipov looked at his watch. "I have to get to Kwai Chung. Oskar is coming in with the shipment this morning."

"Good." Zdrok touched it once more, admiring the fine craftsmanship and design. "You know, I almost wish we didn't have to sell it. It's not often that a nuclear bomb passes through the Shop. You're right, Anton. The last one we sold was one of the older models from the early Cold War era. Big motherfucking thing the size of a Volkswagen. These 1980s jobs are so much more compact and . . . movable."

"That they are, Andrei," Antipov replied. "That they are."

Zdrok nodded at his partner and said, "Do you have time to get some breakfast and some coffee? I'll treat."

Antipov gri

Together they walked out, past the crate lid that read in Russian, English, and Chinese: PERISHABLE--FORMANOVA CYLINDRA BEETS--KEEP AWAY FROM HEAT.

18

DRESSEDin my uniform, I arrive at Kwai Chung container port at seven-fifteen. The place is brimming with activity so I need to be careful. I don't want to be seen wearing this getup. Someone might think I'm on my way to a costume party. To make it less noticeable, I don't wear the headset or goggles. Hopefully I'll simply look like I'm wearing some kind of protective gear for handling hazardous materials. I can't worry about it, though.

Kwai Chung is a famous shipping center, probably the busiest in all of Asia. The place also serves to export goods from the Chinese mainland because China's own transport infrastructure is so inadequate. The container port lies on the eastern shore of Rambler Cha

From where I'm standing I can see hundreds of containers stacked high like colored building blocks. They all have labels and logos painted on the sides, words like EVERGREEN, HYUNDAI, WAN HAI, UNIGLORY, and many others. Tall orange cranes loom over the containers at strategic points around the port, along with equally tall blue barges. The white warehouse buildings are scattered throughout the port and are ma

When I arrive at Terminal 6 I see that the Odessa, a large Russian ship, is docked at the pier against one of the big blue barges. A crane is already at work unloading crates and containers from the ship. I make note of the ship's identification details and then attempt to creep closer to the terminal. Three workers are hovering at the back of the building smoking cigarettes next to a rung ladder that goes all the way to the roof. If I could get up there I'd have a good bird's-eye view of the proceedings taking place by the barge.

I reach into my backpack and grab one of the diversion cameras that I usually launch from my SC-20K. I didn't bring the rifle with me on this trip but I can throw the camera by hand if I need to. A diversion camera sticks to a wall or object and then makes noise on my command. There's a very creative list of sounds in its database, from effects to different types of music. It can sometimes attract the attention of nosy guards and divert them away from me. It's a camera, too, should I need photos of curious guards.

I arm the diversion camera to make noise and then toss it about twenty yards away in between a row of stacked containers. The thing begins to beep, attracting the workers' attention. One of them points in the direction of the containers and curiosity gets the better of them. When they walk over to investigate the noise, I quickly run to the ladder, climb it, and safely reach the roof.

From this position, I can see the entire barge and terminal area. In addition to five men dressed in business suits conversing in a huddle, terminal workmen are loading crates from the ship into two medium-sized moving trucks with Chinese script on the side, translated as "Ming Fish Company." I lie flat, remove my binoculars, and focus on the suits. I immediately recognize Jon Ming as one of the businessmen. He has two toughs with him--armed, from the looks of the bulges beneath their jackets. Ming's Rolls-Royce is parked near the building I'm lying on.

The Chinese are talking to two white guys who apparently came in a black Mercedes that's parked beside the Rolls. Lo and behold I recognize Oskar Herzog as one of them. He's come a great distance since I last saw him in Ukraine. But then again, so have I. The other guy appears to be Anton Antipov. Lucky me, two Shop directors in one spot. Antipov is doing all the talking.

Just from witnessing this exchange it's obvious that the Shop is doing business with the Lucky Dragons. I'd bet a Hong Kong dollar that those crates are full of weapons. The Triad has to get gear from somewhere and the Shop doesn't care who their customers are.

I aim my OPSAT's digital camera at the group and snap a few photos. Then I pull out the Five-seveN and activate the T.A.K. audio component. Quickly sticking the earplug in my right ear, I'm now able to listen to what they're saying and record the conversation as well. At first I'm surprised that they're speaking English, but then I realize the Chinese guys don't speak Russian and vice versa. Ah, yes, English, the universal language. That should tell you something about the way of the world.ANTIPOV:--as we agreed. Your order is now complete.MING: Thank you. Please tell Mr. Zdrok that we appreciate the opportunity to do business with you. Of course, we will need to inspect the merchandise where we can do so in privacy.ANTIPOV: I understand. I'm sure you'll find it satisfactory. By the way, Mr. Zdrok asked me to tell you that he is sorry he couldn't be here in person this morning. He had some urgent business to attend to.MING: Don't we all?ANTIPOV: So, everything is good, then? This completes our end of the agreement. This is the final shipment of merchandise in exchange for the various installments of Operation Barracuda that you have graciously passed on to us.MING: Agreed. As you know, we also eliminated the link. The American authorities should not be able to trace the professor's trail. At least he won't be able to talk about it!ANTIPOV: ( laughs) Why, Mr. "Wong"! The professor really believed he'd have safe passage to Beijing?MING: ( laughs) Apparently so.ANTIPOV: Oh, well, he probably wouldn't have liked working in Beijing anyway.MING: I wouldn't.ANTIPOV: Of course not.