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runway, waiting for the giant plane to be ready to go. They would
escort it all the way to Moscow, ensuring that the remnants of the American
military or any of its NATO allies weren’t able to interfere.
When the plane landed at Kubinka, at 0300 local Moscow time,
a GRU Colonel would be there to meet it and take possession of the crate
containing the nukes. Colonel Alexander Grishin was a childhood friend of her
uncle, and was risking everything to assassinate President Barinov and help
seize control of Russia. He had already disabled the air base’s radiation
detectors with the help of one of Russia’s most notorious hacker groups. Once the
bombs were clear of the base, they would re-enable the detectors, and were prepared
to shut down the net that constantly monitored all approaches to, and the
interior of, the Kremlin.
She had spoken with Colonel Grishin via encrypted satellite
phone less than an hour before, and the man had sounded as calm as if he were
talking to her about the weather. Her nerves were getting to her, and she was
sweating, even though it wasn’t that warm of a day in the high, New Mexico
desert. Watching the flight crew complete preparations for take off, she
thought about her Uncle’s plan.
One of the nukes would be armed and placed in the trunk of
an official military sedan that would deliver him to a meeting with the president.
This meeting would be attended by all of the highest ranking military officers
and all members of the Duma, the equivalent of the American’s Congress. Due to
his rank and status, the vehicle would not be searched, and with the radiation
detectors offline, the bomb would be driven right into the heart of the
Kremlin. Early in the meeting he would fall ill and excuse himself, returning
to the car where his driver would have disabled the vehicle in a manner that
would appear to be a normal breakdown of the notoriously unreliable Zil
automobiles.
Another car would be called for, his driver telling security
that a maintenance crew would be along presently to retrieve it. Her uncle and
his driver would depart in the second vehicle, and an hour later a nuclear
detonation equivalent to 1,000 tons of TNT would destroy the Kremlin, President
Barinov and the entire military and political leadership of the country. So
many things could go wrong with the plan, including Barinov refusing to excuse
her uncle. If that happened, his driver, a trusted aide, would shut down the
nuke’s timer and they would have to look for another opportunity.
The flight crew was done and the cargo doors now closed.
The pilot and co-pilot were performing a walk around of the aircraft prior to
takeoff. They were dwarfed by everything about the plane, even the tires on
the landing gear taller than they were. Despite their imminent departure with
the crate safely aboard, Irina didn’t budge from where she stood. The sharp
burning pain from the bullet wound in her leg gnawed at her, but she stoically
endured it. She was a Russian and could proudly handle pain. Once the plane
was in the air and she could no longer see it, she would alert Colonel Grishin
that it was on the way. Only then would she leave the hangar and get some much
needed rest.
10
Captain Roach worked throughout the day to get the steady
stream of evacuees processed and entered into a simple Excel spreadsheet that
was doing duty as the database of civilians that had made it to Tinker Air Force
Base. He didn’t like the work, but was excited at the opportunity to identify
women for his and Synthia’s games. Any girl or woman that caught his attention
was marked on the list in a subtle manner.
When their names were typed into the spreadsheet he would
insert a period rather than a comma between their last and first names. Roach
was pleased with himself for having come up with this idea on the fly. If
anyone noticed, they would pass it off as a typo. He was confident it was
nothing
escort it all the way to Moscow, ensuring that the remnants of the American
military or any of its NATO allies weren’t able to interfere.
When the plane landed at Kubinka, at 0300 local Moscow time,
a GRU Colonel would be there to meet it and take possession of the crate
containing the nukes. Colonel Alexander Grishin was a childhood friend of her
uncle, and was risking everything to assassinate President Barinov and help
seize control of Russia. He had already disabled the air base’s radiation
detectors with the help of one of Russia’s most notorious hacker groups. Once the
bombs were clear of the base, they would re-enable the detectors, and were prepared
to shut down the net that constantly monitored all approaches to, and the
interior of, the Kremlin.
She had spoken with Colonel Grishin via encrypted satellite
phone less than an hour before, and the man had sounded as calm as if he were
talking to her about the weather. Her nerves were getting to her, and she was
sweating, even though it wasn’t that warm of a day in the high, New Mexico
desert. Watching the flight crew complete preparations for take off, she
thought about her Uncle’s plan.
One of the nukes would be armed and placed in the trunk of
an official military sedan that would deliver him to a meeting with the president.
This meeting would be attended by all of the highest ranking military officers
and all members of the Duma, the equivalent of the American’s Congress. Due to
his rank and status, the vehicle would not be searched, and with the radiation
detectors offline, the bomb would be driven right into the heart of the
Kremlin. Early in the meeting he would fall ill and excuse himself, returning
to the car where his driver would have disabled the vehicle in a manner that
would appear to be a normal breakdown of the notoriously unreliable Zil
automobiles.
Another car would be called for, his driver telling security
that a maintenance crew would be along presently to retrieve it. Her uncle and
his driver would depart in the second vehicle, and an hour later a nuclear
detonation equivalent to 1,000 tons of TNT would destroy the Kremlin, President
Barinov and the entire military and political leadership of the country. So
many things could go wrong with the plan, including Barinov refusing to excuse
her uncle. If that happened, his driver, a trusted aide, would shut down the
nuke’s timer and they would have to look for another opportunity.
The flight crew was done and the cargo doors now closed.
The pilot and co-pilot were performing a walk around of the aircraft prior to
takeoff. They were dwarfed by everything about the plane, even the tires on
the landing gear taller than they were. Despite their imminent departure with
the crate safely aboard, Irina didn’t budge from where she stood. The sharp
burning pain from the bullet wound in her leg gnawed at her, but she stoically
endured it. She was a Russian and could proudly handle pain. Once the plane
was in the air and she could no longer see it, she would alert Colonel Grishin
that it was on the way. Only then would she leave the hangar and get some much
needed rest.
10
Captain Roach worked throughout the day to get the steady
stream of evacuees processed and entered into a simple Excel spreadsheet that
was doing duty as the database of civilians that had made it to Tinker Air Force
Base. He didn’t like the work, but was excited at the opportunity to identify
women for his and Synthia’s games. Any girl or woman that caught his attention
was marked on the list in a subtle manner.
When their names were typed into the spreadsheet he would
insert a period rather than a comma between their last and first names. Roach
was pleased with himself for having come up with this idea on the fly. If
anyone noticed, they would pass it off as a typo. He was confident it was
nothing
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