Authors: Brian Freemantle
âPlant 69 was not the only target,' announced Viskov. âThere was also the train.'
âWhat train?' demanded Charlie. It was a risk, interrupting the man, but a greater one would be obediently to accept prepared information and not question what was being kept from them.
The minister looked to Natalia. She said, âPlant 69 is being decommissioned. You were told that. Material was being moved to other installations. By train.'
Holy shit! thought Charlie. Why should anyone go to the trouble of breaking
in
to an installation when stuff was being moved
out
of them! But a gang
had
broken in. âTonight's attempted robbery, actually at the plant? That was a genuine attempt?'
âUnquestionably,' confirmed Viskov. âAll those arrested inside the depot are known Kirov criminals. You heard Lev Yatisyna himself was seized. He heads the main Mafia group in the city: he was leading the group at Kirs.'
Charlie's feet began to throb. âAre you suggesting that tonight â on the
same
night â there were two quite separate robberies from the
same
installation? One in fact acting as the unintended or unwitting decoy for the other!'
Viskov sighed. âThat could be one conclusion.'
The leader of a criminal group wouldn't set himself up as an intentional decoy. How had one been used to the benefit of the other then? A defector in the Yatisyna clan going across to another, Charlie guessed.
âThe train was in Kirov?' queried Kestler, entering the discussion.
âNo,' said Natalia. âIt left at nine tonight, when the lines could be closed in advance to general traffic with the minimum of inconvenience. Because of what the cargo is, great care is taken in its transportation: it travels very slowly. The interception was at Pizhma.'
âIt left
precisely
at nine?' demanded Kestler.
Well done, Charlie mentally applauded: they'd need as much detail as possible accurately to access whatever the satellite might have picked up.
âWhy is the precise timing important?' queried Viskov.
âEvery known fact is important,' insisted the American and Charlie thought, you're learning, my son; you're learning.
Natalia crossed to the radio operators, picking up a clipboard. Reading from it, she said, âNine-ten is the exact time given.'
Before Natalia could return to her seat, Kestler said, âWhat time was it stopped at Pizham?'
âTwelve thirty-five. As I said, it moves extremely slowly, because of the great care necessary.'
After what had happened, how the hell could Natalia talk about great care being taken in its transportation! Charlie thought she looked very strained, grey-faced, concentrating upon every word and gesture from the deputy minister. âHow was it intercepted?'
Natalia waited, for Viskov's permissive nod. âSignals set at stop. Men in rail service overalls on the track, warning of a derailment.'
âWeren't the freight cars sealed? Guarded?' asked Kestler.
âThe guard commander and several of his men came out, to see what the hold-up was,' said Natalia, dulled by the recitation of disaster. âlt seems the doors were left open: a blatant security breach. They were simply shot down, six of them. Two more were killed inside the cars themselves; three others are likely to die, from their injuries. The two signal box operators were found shot dead.'
âThere is need for concerted and quick Western help,' conceded Viskov, anxious to hurry the meeting on.
Not so fast, thought Charlie. âThe men seized at Kirs? Where are they being questioned?'
âThere, initially,' said Natalia, returning to her seat. âAll will be flown here to Moscow, during the course of the day. The main interrogation will take place here.' The curiosity with which she looked at Charlie barely covered her inner anxiety, for some sort of guidance. All she had been able to do so far was accept the criticism, direct or implied.
It didn't conceal it at all from Charlie, who knew her so well. Quite brutally he decided he wouldn't make his point now: he needed readmission, solely for the job, nothing at all to do with how he wanted to see Natalia again. So she had to infer he had something to offer, something they couldn't afford to dismiss. If Natalia had to suffer for him to achieve that, then that was the way it had to be. âWill transcripts be made available?'
Viskov sighed again, at what he saw as hard bargaining. âThere could be consultation,' he offered, limiting the concession.
âFrom both sides,' accepted Charlie.
âHave you a point to make?' probed Viskov.
âNot until I know more,' lured Charlie, ambiguously. The man was practically on the hook, about to bite!
âUse us, you said,' reminded the deputy minister, hopefully.
Because I couldn't think of anything else to say, thought Charlie. Aloud, exaggerating hugely, he said, âI will be fully briefed on London's input by this afternoon.'
âSo will I,' promised the American, following Charlie's example.
âWe'll be waiting,' said Viskov. Heavily, he added, âAnd expecting no public announcements, of anything.'
There was already movement on the streets of Moscow when Charlie and Kestler left the ministry. Kestler said, âYou sure we'll have anything to offer, as soon as this afternoon? It's going to take for ever just getting this report together!'
âFuck the report!' said Charlie, urgently. âTelephone your Watch Room: whoever or whatever can make things move as fast as possible. We need everything there is from that satellite.' Sometimes, he conceded, there were advantages after all from working as a team. Particularly when the other player had access to things he didn't have.
Everyone had remained awake throughout the night at the Ulitza Kuybysheva penthouse, too. With forced humility it was Silin who poured the celebration drinks from the table with the city view and who took Sobelov's telephone call and who proposed the toast after which he stayed silent for the repeated congratulations which each of the remaining five Commission members were anxious to offer individually.
He'd make them all watch when he put Sobelov to death, Silin decided. Let them see what happened to anyone who believed they could overthrow him. Maybe, even, insist on each of them inflicting some torture upon Sobelov themselves to prove their loyalty.
chapter 19
W
ith their only negotiating benefit whatever â if anything â the repositioned American spy satellite might have detected Charlie's initial intention was to gatecrash the US embassy personally to witness the exchanges with Washington, and be kept out of nothing, gambling that both Americans were so accustomed to his presence by now neither would challenge his intrusion. But Charlie wasn't entirely sure he could con a done-it-all professional like Barry Lyneham and even a friendly, do-me-a-favour objection would have created friction Charlie didn't want at such a delicate juncture. He was reasonably confident the Americans would share sufficient with him if there was anything to share and even more confident he could isolate what they might try to hold back from what Kestler offered at the ministry that afternoon. So there was much more to be gained returning immediately to Morisa Toreza to initiate the other moves he'd already decided.
The night duty watch were still staffing the embassy when he got there but Bowyer hurried in, unshaven, within minutes of Charlie's arrival, which Charlie found both illuminating and irritating. He'd accepted Bowyer's monitoring but hadn't realized the man was employing others on the task as well. âDidn't know you worried about me staying out late!'
âWhat happened?' demanded the station head, ignoring the sarcasm.
âAt the moment the score is won one, lost one. With the bad guys leading by a mile.' Charlie used the recital as a template for what he had to tell London. It didn't take as long as Kestler had forecast.
âJesus!' said Bowyer, aghast.
âRight! We should all start praying.'
âWhat are you doing?'
âPreparing a full report! What else?'
âI think we should alert the Watch Room at once.'
â
I
think
I
should be left to do the job I have been specifically assigned here to fulfil, as
I
think fit. It's only four in the morning in London. Panic only generates more panic.' He was pissed off as it was having the other man constantly looking over his shoulder: he was fucked if he was going to be told what to do by someone who'd openly admitted being glad he wasn't involved.
âI was simply trying to be helpful?' flushed Bowyer.
âThe biggest help you could provide at the moment is telling me what time the canteen opens, so I can get some coffee.' Enough, he told himself: it really wasn't the time to fight petty battles.
âEight o'clock, as a matter of fact.'
The literal response was so absurd Charlie had difficulty not laughing outright. âThank you. I'll have to wait then.'
Charlie was almost finished by that time, which usefully coincided with the start of the first cipher-clerk shift. He dumped the bulk of his account for London transmission on his way to the canteen and carried the slopping cup back to his cubicle to finish off, which only took him another thirty minutes. Having added it to the first dispatch, Charlie kept to his buffet-room decision and telephoned Jurgen Balg, once more easily dismissing the hypocrisy. Until this moment he hadn't needed the German; now he did. He said nothing about the American satellite: circumstances hadn't changed that much.
âDoes this mean we're cooperating at last?' demanded Balg.
âGermany's the most obvious route.'
Balg laughed, openly and unoffended. âSo I have my uses?'
âAnd benefit because of it.'
âWho knows you're calling me?'
âYou.'
âI see.'
âFiore has no need to know. About anything.'
âNo,' agreed the German, at once.
âOr anyone else.'
âNo,' agreed Balg again.
Charlie waited patiently for a reciprocal contribution.
At last Balg said, âI'm not sure where Pizhma is: how long things might take?'
âNortheast of Moscow,' supplied Charlie. âBeyond Gorkiy. Nothing's been said but Gorkiy was a closed city under communism, so I'm assuming the transfer was intended for some nuclear depot there â¦' He hesitated, committing something to memory for later. â⦠The most direct route, skirting Moscow to the north, would be through Belorussiya, across Poland and into Germany. If it goes more southerly, then it transits the Ukraine. From which you've already had suggestions of nuclear movement. If the Ukraine is the way, then it could go through what was Czechoslovakia â¦'
â⦠Or through Hungary to get into what was Yugoslavia,' cut off Balg, impatient with the geographic dissection of Europe. âIn unpoliced Yugoslavia they could spend as long as they like negotiating a purchase price.'
âThe entire deal for this much was negotiated and agreed before the first move to take it,' insisted Charlie. âThis was stealing to order; highly organized, highly sophisticated, highly professional.' He'd suggested all that in his account to London. Almost nine o'clock there now. Alarm bells would have been sounded, the Director-General himself alerted. Maybe even the Prime Minister's cornflakes had grown soggy by a breakfast interruption. Possibly not just as a result of his messages but additionally from Washington as well. Christ, they needed something from that bloody satellite! Charlie was particularly hopeful that Britain's GCHQ â which during the Cold War worked in the closest cooperation with America's National Security Agency â would have picked up something. He'd attached the highest priority to his request for London to pressure the Gloucestershire facility.
âWhichever way it goes, it's going to take a few days.'
âWhich means we've only got a few days to pick it up!'
âJust like that!'
If they'd been talking face-to-face Charlie knew the other man would have snapped his fingers, to enforce his scepticism. âYou happy to wave it goodbye, as it goes along the autobahn?'
âOf course I'm not!'
Charlie managed to fetch more coffee from the canteen â but not to avoid spilling it during the journey â before Rupert Dean's anticipated call. âWhat on earth's happened?'
âAt the moment you know all that I do.'
âThey fully recognize the sort of crisis they've got on their hands;
we've
got on our hands!'
âIf not fully during the night they will by now.' And Natalia would be in the eye of every storm, although not in the airless calm: tossed and buffeted between every responsibility-avoiding squall.
âI've alerted GCHQ. Anything else you can think of?'
âNot at the moment: I'm hoping for a lot more this afternoon.' That was an exaggeration. Charlie didn't know what to expect that afternoon.
âI want to be updated immediately from now on, no matter what time of the day or night.'
âOf course.' Tiredness was at last pulling at Charlie, wiping his mind with moments of blankness. If the pale autumn sun hadn't been vaguely visible through the window grime, he wouldn't have known whether it was day or night.
âI'm briefing the Foreign Secretary and the Prime Minister in an hour,' disclosed Dean.
So there had been soggy cornflakes. âI'm not due back at the ministry for hours yet.' Before which he hoped to get something about the satellite. Best not to promise what he didn't have.
âHow is it locally with the Americans?'
âNo more problems: he's settled down.'
âYou think they'll share everything from the satellite?'
âI don't know. GCHQ might be a useful cross-check.'
âI've met the FBI Director. I don't trust him.'