Black Wolf

“You should have given him the name of a city in the district,” said Gleeb after they left. “You never want to make it obvious that you don’t trust someone. It’s disrespectful. You nearly scuttled the whole deal.”

“I don’t need any of those troops.”

“You’re not getting them,” said Gleeb. “You’ll be lucky to get a few police cars.”

“Not lucky—”

“You’re in a foreign country. You don’t know everything. You need cooperation.”

“Well—”

“Believe me, you do.”

Gleeb took him to di

“The forces he mentioned,” said Nuri after their plates were cleared.

“That was the price only,” said Gleeb. “Their equivalent salaries. You don’t have to worry about any of that. The actual cooperation will be arranged with one of his deputies.”

“The less cooperation the better,” said Nuri.

“Now, Mr. Lupo, you’re starting to sound like you know something,” said Gleeb, smiling and signaling for the check.

38

Dreamland

Turk’s foul mood didn’t lift even after General Wallace and some of his aides met him on the way back to the hangar and congratulated him on a great flight.

“The episode at the end demonstrated just how capable the plane is,” said Wallace. “And the pilot.”

“Thanks,” managed Turk.

“Future of the Air Force—ma

“Thank you, sir.” Turk didn’t point out that the phrase “ma

Three of the engineers responsible for the Sabre control systems, faces ashen, met Turk for the debrief. They looked like a trio of ghosts haunting an air wreck. They had already figured out the problem, they said—an errant line of code had prevented the proper routine from loading.

“You told me it was already fixed,” Turk said. “Isn’t this the problem from the other day?”

“This kept the right solution from loading,” one of the men explained. “We fixed it and had to fix it again.”

“It should have been tested.”

“It was tested. You were part of the tests.”

I pushed the buttons you told me to push, thought Turk, but it was useless to argue.

Brea

Stern, who was married, stood by quietly, occasionally rolling his eyes.

“Captain, there you are,” said Brea

“Sure,” said Turk, though in truth he would have preferred the interruption to come a little later.

“I have to be going,” said the brunette.

“Hey, hang out a minute,” said Turk. He reached for her hand but she pulled it away.

“Sorry. Lot of stuff to do.”

Turk watched her walk away. It was definitely his loss.

Stern made his apologies as well, which was clearly fine with Brea

“I saw what you did on the landing,” she told him, pulling out her chair. “It was very good piloting.”

“That’s why I’m here.”

“And you’re modest,” she said sarcastically.

“Some days.” Turk took a long sip of his seltzer.

“No more Sabre flights until the entire low-altitude protocol is rewritten and retested,” said Brea

“That’s overkill. There’s nothing wrong with the plane.”

“I’m not talking about the Tigershark. I meant the Sabres and Medusa.”

“Well…” Turk suddenly felt protective of the UM/Fs, though he couldn’t for the life of him have explained why. And in fact he’d made more or less the same argument to the engineers earlier. But there was something about having a system that he was working with grounded that put him on the defensive. “I guess.”

“When are you leaving for Prague?”

“Couple of hours.” He held up the seltzer.

Sobriety was actually a nonissue in the Tigershark, because the aircraft’s flight computer put the pilot through a series of mental tests before it would unlock its systems. Supposedly, the test could figure out if you were overtired as well as inhibited by drugs or alcohol. Turk, close to a teetotaler anyway, had never tested it.

“Plane’s ready?”

“All ready.”

Turk was taking Tiger Two. The rail gun had been removed for security purposes; unlike the plane, its existence was still top secret. It also did not have a Medusa unit.

“I’m going with you,” said Brea

“In the Tigershark?”

She gave him a fu

“I’m sorry.”

“What’s in that seltzer?”

She meant it as a joke, clearly, but Turk felt embarrassed.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” he said.

“My family’s going to be there. And I thought I would take a look at what’s new. Supposedly the Russian PAK-FA will be there. It might be good to take a look.”

“At 1980s technology, sure,” sneered Turk.

“I wouldn’t underestimate what the Russians and Indians can do if they work closely together,” said Brea

“Is Zen going to be there?” Turk asked.

“Yes.”

“You know, I’d love to, uh, go like to di

“Sure.” Brea

“The Defense secretary has arranged for me to talk to some of the NATO representatives in the morning on the future of ma

“Me?”

“You don’t think you’re qualified?”

“Well, yeah.”

“A sudden lack of confidence. That’s refreshing.” Brea

“Sure.”

“Fancy Italian motorcycles can definitely be a turn on, but talking about how close you can get your knee to the ground going around a curve—not so much.”

39

Northeastern Moldova

The Wolf assault team went through the entire sequence twice more, starting with the mock attack inside the steel building and ending with the SUVs. Da