only one. Have a good one, John.”
“You, too, Ed. Bye.” Clark thumbed the END button and went on just to himself: “Holy jumpin’ Jesus.” Then he restarted the car and headed off to his rendezvous with Domingo Chavez.
Ding was at the bar that RAINBOW had adopted during its stay in the Moscow area. The boys congregated in a large corner booth, where they complained about the local beer, but appreciated the clear alcohol preferred by the natives.
“Hey, Mr. C,” Chavez said in greeting.
“Just got a call from Ed on my portable.”
“And?”
“And John Chinaman is planning to start a little war with our hosts, and that’s the good news,” Clark added.
“What the fuck is the bad news?” Chavez asked, with no small incredulity in his voice.
“Their Ministry of State Security just put a contract out on Eduard Petrovich,” John went on.
“Are they fuckin’ crazy?” the other CIA officer asked the booth.
“Well, starting a war in Siberia isn’t exactly a rational act. Ed let us in because he thinks the locals might want our help soon. Supposedly they know the local contact for the ChiComms. You have to figure a hot takedown’s going to evolve from this, and we’ve been training their troopies. I figure we might be invited in to watch, but they probably won’t want us to assist.”
“Agreed.”
That’s when General Kirillin came in, with a sergeant at his side. The sergeant stood by the door with his overcoat unbuttoned and his right hand close to the opening. The senior officer spotted Clark and came directly over.
“I don’t have your cell-phone number.”
“What do you want us for today, General?” Clark asked.
“I need for you to come with me. We have to see Chairman Golovko.”
“Do you mind if Domingo comes along?”
“That is fine,” Kirillin replied.
“I’ve talked to Washington recently. How much do you know?” Clark asked his Russian friend.
“Much, but not all. That’s why we need to see Golovko.” Kirillin waved them to the door, where his sergeant was doing his best Doberman imitation.
“Something happening?” Eddie Price asked. No one was guarding his expression, and Price knew how to read faces.
“Tell you when we get back,” Chavez told him. The staff car waiting outside had a chase car with four men in it, and the sergeant/bodyguard accompanying the general was one of the few enlisted men who’d been let into the cross-training that RAINBOW had been running. The Russians, they knew, were coming along very well. It didn’t hurt to draw people hand-selected from an already elite unit.
The cars moved through Moscow traffic with less than the usual regard for traffic and safety laws, then pulled into the main gate at #2 Dzerzhinskiy Square. The elevator was held for them, and they made the top floor in a hurry.
“Thank you for coming so quickly. I assume you’ve spoken with Langley,” Golovko observed.
Clark held up his cell phone.
“The encryption unit is so small?”
“Progress, Chairman,” Clark observed. “I’m told this intelligence information is to be taken seriously.”
“Foleyeva has a fine source in Beijing. I’ve seen some of the ‘take’ from him. It would appear, first, that a deliberate attempt was made on my life, and now another is planned for President Grushavoy. I’ve already notified him. His security people are fully alerted. The Chinese lead agent in Moscow has been identified and is under surveillance. When he receives his instructions, we will arrest him. But we do not know who his contacts are. We assume they are former Spetsnaz people loyal to him, criminals, of course, doing special work for the underworld we’ve grown up here.”
That made sense, John thought. “Some people will do anything for money, Sergey Nikolay’ch. How can we help you?”
“Foley has instructed you to assist? Good of him. Given the nature of how the intelligence came to us, an American observer seems appropriate. For the takedown, we will use police, with cover from General Kirillin’s people. As RAINBOW commander, this will be your task.”
Clark nodded. It wasn’t all that demanding. “Fair enough.”
“We’ll keep you safe,” the general assured him.
“And you expect the Chinese to launch a war on Russia?”
“Within the week,” Golovko nodded.
“The oil and the gold?” Chavez asked.
“So it would seem.”
“Well, that’s life in the big city,” Ding observed.
“We will make them regret this barbaric act,” Kirillin told everyone present.
“That remains to be seen,” Golovko cautioned. He knew what Bondarenko was saying to Stavka.
“And with you guys in NATO, we’re coming to help out?” Clark asked.
“Your President Ryan is a true comrade,” the Russian agreed.
“That means RAINBOW, too, then,”