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Voda’s son, Julian, constructing some sort of contraption out of a set of Lego blocks. The boy whipped it upward—obviously it was meant to be some sort of airplane or spaceship, for he made whooshing noises as he moved it through the air.
Locusta smiled at the boy, then felt his conscience twinge.
He hadn’t realized the child would be here.
It was a brief twinge. These were the fortunes of war.
Sergi knocked on the study door, then pushed it open. The president was working at his desk, his wife standing next to him. Locusta gave her a feigned smile—he would have no qualms about her death; her record as an antipatriot was very clear.
“General, thank you for coming,” said Voda, rising. He glanced at his wife as he extended his hand to shake.
“I’ll leave you men to talk,” said Mircea. She gave Locusta a patently phony smile as she left.
Voda sat in one of the chairs at the side, gesturing for Locusta to take the other. The seat was old, its leather well worn, but it was very comfortable.
“What do we have?” said Voda.
“As I said last night, the American agent has given us a general area, and promises precise locations once we are ready to strike,” said Locusta. He opened his briefcase and took out a map. “I believe the information will be good, but of course it is a matter of trust. If we trust the Americans.”
“Do you?”
“The agent seems knowledgeable. So far the Americans have been helpful. In these matters, there is always the possibility of error. We do have to accept that.”
“Yes,” said Voda.
He looked at the map. Locusta’s staff had highlighted about a dozen possible areas, all about fifty miles from the border. The plans to attack were general, and had they not fit so well with Locusta’s real goal, he would have demanded wholesale revisions.
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“We will compensate for the uncertainty by adding force,”
said Locusta. “I have commandeered every available helicopter.”
That did not amount to much—there was a total of thirty-two at last count. A good portion of the force would have to sneak in by truck.
Voda put down the map. “I have been speaking to the American ambassador this morning,” he said. “He indicated they would have no problem with our going over the border against these targets. He also warned again of secret Russian involvement, and mentioned the incident with the plane.”
“Will they send their aircraft over the border?”
Voda shook his head.
“They are not afraid to risk our lives,” said Locusta, “but not their own. Very brave of them.”
“Why would the Russians fire at the Americans, then blow up their missiles?” asked Voda.
“Because they are children.” Locusta shrugged. “With airmen, it is a strange thing, Mr. President.” He got up, anxious to work off some of his energy. “Fighting, for them is very … theoretical, I guess we would say. They almost see it as a game.”
“It’s not a game.”
“Very true. But they must display their feathers, like a prize rooster. They want to convince the Americans they are not afraid.”
“Will they attack us?”
“No,” said Locusta quickly. He had not considered that possibility.
“If Russian commandos were responsible for the attack on the pipeline, then perhaps they will be at the camps when we attack.”
Ah, so that was where this was going. Voda was looking for a reason to call off the attack.
“Who said the Russians attacked the pipeline?” asked Locusta.
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“The ambassador suggested it was a possibility.”
Locusta made a face. “Absurd. If the Russians had attacked, we would not have been able to repair it so quickly.”
Voda nodded. Everyone believed in the invincibility of the Russian army, notwithstanding evidence to the contrary, like Afghanistan and Chechnya.
“The Russians—and the Americans as well—act like children. The top commanders ca
Voda looked at the plans. Even if he did not approve them, Locusta would move against him. But the general preferred to strike this blow against the guerrillas now, just before the coup. Not only would it set them back for weeks, if not months, but he could easily disavow it if there were too many diplomatic repercussions.
“How many civilian casualties will there be?” asked Voda.
“We can’t worry about that.”
“There will be casualties.”
“Every precaution will be taken.”
“Proceed,” said Voda.
“Thank you. I will return when the mission is complete, and deliver my report in person. Assuming you will still be here.”
“Yes. We’ll be here for a few days. Mircea loves the mountains. And so do I. The pace is quieter.”
Locusta smiled. He knew that once here, the president would be reluctant to leave.
“Will you stay for lunch?” asked Voda. “It should be ready by now.”
The invitation took Locusta by surprise, and for a moment he was actually touched.
It was a very brief moment.
“I’m afraid that there are details to be seen to,” Locusta said. “With regrets.”
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“Another time,” said Voda. He extended his hand. “Good luck.”
“We will eliminate the criminals,” replied the general. “I will return before dawn.”
Iasi Airfield, Romania
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THE FLIGHT FROM DREAMLAND TO ROMANIA WAS UNEVENT-ful, but Samson still felt drained as he came down the B-1B/L’s ladder.
Too bad, he thought. There were a million things to do.
“Ready for some chow, General?” asked Brea
“Microwaved hash wasn’t good enough for you?”
Brea
“Back in my day, Ms. Stockard, we would have killed for a hot meal in the cockpit.”
Brea
Damn, I like that woman, he thought as he headed toward the Dreamland Command trailer.
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DOG NODDED AT STONER AS HE WALKED INTO THE CONference room at the Romanian Second Army Corps headquarters. The CIA officer stood with his arms folded, watching as two of Locusta’s colonels took turns jabbing their fingers at a map spread over the table at the front of the room. They were debating some point or other about the mission.
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“Colonel, would you like some tea?” asked a lieutenant in English.
“Coffee, maybe.”
“Very good.”
Dog edged toward Stoner. Nearly three dozen officers were crowded into the room. Dog remembered a few from the other day, but it was difficult to put names with faces.
“Da
Stoner nodded.
“You sure you’re going to get the truth?” Dog asked.
“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t.”
GENERAL LOCUSTA PUSHED THE DOOR OF HIS STAFF CAR
open as it pulled in front of the building, springing out before the car stopped. He was ready to do battle—not just against the criminals and murderers, but against the political regime that made it possible for the criminals and thieves to thrive.
Everything was in motion.
He hadn’t felt this sort of energy since he was a very young man. The day seemed more vivid, the air crackling. Even the building had a glow to it.
The guards snapped to attention. Locusta smiled at them—there was no suppressing the grin he felt.