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    Day of the Cheetah

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      "Not fly it out of Nicaragua . . . ?"

      "Andrei, our government tried to make a deal with the Amer-

      icans for the return of their fighter. They told the Americans

      they would turn the plane over to them in five days. The same

      day they concluded that agreement we were caught trying to fly

      the plane to Cuba. The Americans no longer believe us. You've

      said it yourself-we can't defend ourselves here. If the U.

      mounts a n attack they'll destroy this base. It would seem the

      only way we can save ourselves is to turn the fighter over to

      them.

      "Like hell . He recalled he'd momentarily considered it

      himself, but only in his bitterness about what probably waited

      for him back "home." But he could never seriously go through

      with that . "Do you know what I've done? Do you realize

      what I've gone through to get that aircraft here? I was the top

      pilot in the United States Air Force's most top-secret research

      center. In ten years I could have been running the place. I sac-

      rificed it to protect and deliver this aircraft and I will never

      surrender it .

      He went to the closet, found a fresh flight suit and began

      pulling it on. "I'll talk to the general-hell, I'll talk to Moscow.

      I doubt that the Americans will attack this base. But if they do

      we can move DreamStar to another location until the attack is

      over. Unless the U. declares war, they won't threaten the peace

      in Central America by bombing a base, even over this fighter.

      And they're not going to declare war." Maraklov pulled on a

      pair of boots and left his room.

      Zaykov remained there for several minutes. The strain, she

      decided, was getting to him. Even more than before, the fighter

      was his personal possession, more than the U.'s or the USSR's,

      and he was determined to ignore official orders and political

      realities and do with the fighter as he thought best. The signs of

      paranoia were stronger as well. She'd never thought he'd agree

      to leave DreamStar in Nicaragua, but at the very least she thought

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      her words would comfort him if not altogether reassure him. It

      had had the opposite effect. He clearly now believed that the

      Soviet military would discard him like a spent shell casing after

      his mission was completed. (She did not consider the likelihood

      that he might be right ... )

      She had to try to convince him to trust his countrymen. That

      was now more important than ever. With the threat of American

      retaliation hanging over them, a battle-fatigued and alienated

      mind of Colonel Maraklov could mean disaster for himself, the

      mission and all Soviet personnel in Nicaragua.

      He had to be brought back to the fold-or he had to be elim-

      inated.

      Maraklov went to the command post, where he found General

      Tret'yak in his office sitting in front of a computer terminal,

      staring at a half-filled screen. "I need to talk to you, General."

      Tret'yak looked up, motioned to a chair. Maraklov ignored

      it. "I am composing a detailed report on this morning's inci-

      dent," Tret'yak said in a distracted tone. "Five aircraft lost.

      Watching that 11yushin go in-I have never felt so helpless-"

      "Sir, we have to discuss the XF-34 fighter," Maraklov inter-

      rupted. "It's not secure here. I recommend it be moved as soon

      as possible to a secret location and prepared for another flight to

      the Soviet Union as soon as possible."

      Tret'yak stared at the screen for a few moments; then, to

      Maraklov's surprise, began typing again. "Colonel Maraklov,

      personally, at this moment, I don't care what happens to our

      fighter," he said without looking up from his work. "I have lost

      seven men and five aircraft today-that is more men and more

      equipment than I have lost in four years as a squadron com-

      mander in Afghanistan. I will certainly lose my command and

      possibly my pension. The safety and security of your wondrous

      aircraft is out of my hands. I have no more resources to defend

      it with."

      He reached over to a stack of papers, selected one and tossed

      it to Maraklov without looking up from the computer screen.

      Here are your orders, transmitted by the chief of the KGB.

      You are authorized to take any actions necessary to protect the

      aircraft. Authorization has already been obtained to allow you

      access to Sandino Airport in Managua, Aeroflot hangar number

      twelve, and Puerto Cabezas Airport, main transient hangar. You

      will take weapons with you. I have already ordered my men to

      load Lluyka tanks, ammunition and missiles on your fighter-

      we suddenly seem to have plenty to spare. It's your responsibil-

      ity now."

      Maraklov picked up the message. It was true-he had been

      given almost unlimited authority to protect DreamStar from de-

      struction until the chief of the KGB, Kalinin, could consult with

      the Soviet Kollegiya. Trucks, trains, ships, tankers, weapons,

      hangars, men, money-anything he felt was necessary, so long

      as DreamStar was safe. It was an exciting prospect, but he re-

      alized that if he failed, the Kollegiya would demand repay-

      ment-and not in money.

      Maraklov almost felt sorry for the man-he had, in effect, just

      been relieved of command because of something he had no con-

      trol over. "I understand, sir, spasiba-" "You have everything

      you need."

      "Get out, Colonel," Tret'yak said.

      "I want to ask your opinion, sir, " Maraklov said quickly,

      about where you recommend I take Zavtra.

      The old fighter pilot looked up from his work. "You want my

      opinion?"

      Maraklov saw the old glimmer in his eyes, at least something

      of the fire he'd noted when they'd met that day he arrived at

      Sebaco. Tret'yak wanted a piece of the action, no matter what.

      "I'm glad you asked, because I have given it some thought."

      Tret'yak motioned to a chair, then poured a tall glass f ice

      water for Maraklov. "I am very, very glad you asked."

      Washington, D.

      Saturday, 20 June 1996, 1900 EDT

      President Taylor cursed, his New England accent, rarely heard

      after years in Washington, leaking through.

      The full National Security Council had been summoned for

      an early-evening meeting at the White House conference room.

      They had just been briefed on DreamStar by General Elliott via

      two-way satellite videophone from the E-5 AWACS plane, in

      which he was still orbiting over the Cayman Islands. The Pres-

      ident turned his face away from his advisers at the conference

      table, his jaw tight. "They just went ahead and hed to me.

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      "According to Ambassador Vilizherchev, the military detach-

      ment in Nicaragua acted on their own without -clearing it with

      Moscow," Secretary of State Danahall said. "Vilizherchev in-

      sists there was no intention of deceiving us."

      "I don't care what he insists. For starters, I want Vilizher-

      chev's ticket pulled-he's persona non grata. And I want to

      make sure that the press knows he's not being 'recalled to
    confer

      with his government' or any such bull-I want them to know

      that I'm kicking him out."

      "Do you want the press to know why?" Danahall asked.

      "Because he lied to me, he lied to this government." He

      pointed a finger at Danahall. "You don't need to go into de-

      tails." Danahall shook his head as the President turned back to

      the image of Elliott on the three-sided monitor set up in the

      center of the conference table. Yes, Danahall thought, the Pres-

      ident needed to go into detail for something as serious as kicking

      out an ambassador, especially the ambassador from the Soviet

      Union.

      "So we definitely know that the XF-34 was flown back to

      Nicaragua, back to this Sebaco airfield?" the President asked

      Elliott.

      "Positively, sir," Elliott radioed back. "We've had contin-

      uous AWACS radar coverage of Sebaco since the XF-34 with-

      drew. It has definitely landed at Sebaco, and so far no aircraft

      have departed or arrived at Sebaco except for two MiG fighters

      from Managua that had tried to chase our AWACS plane away

      from Nicaragua. Our Falcons convinced him that it was all right

      for us to stay. We've been keeping watch on Sebaco via our

      AWACS plane, by satellite surveillance, and by sketchy reports

      from covert operatives in Nicaragua when possible."

      "But that doesn't mean they can't move it again," William

      Stuart said testily. "It's still a no-win operation, Elliott. So you

      caught the Russians trying to move the thing. They're still not

      going to give it back until they're good and ready-"

      "We can stop them from moving that aircraft out of Nicara-

      gua, " Elliott said, "if we act fast enough. "

      "Is it true, General," the President asked, "that we can't

      detect them if they move it out of Sebaco? "

      "I'm afraid so, sir. We have satellite overflights every ninety

      minutes to scan the base, and our radar plane can track anything

      in the sky. Our agents in the field are keeping watch on the area

      surrounding Sebaco, but the Russians have stepped up security

      around that base and our agents can't get too close. There are

      gaps ... But we don't have to know the XF-34's exact loca-

      tion," Elliott added, readjusting his headset. "We know they

      have it-we don't need to know anything else-"

      "You're recommending that we bomb Sebaco, regardless of

      whether we know that fighter is there or not?"

      "Yes, sir, I am. It would help if the plane were returned to

      its hangar where it was first spotted, but there's not too much

      chance of that. I'd expect them to hide it in the jungle or trans-

      port it to Sandino Airport, where we'd be less inclined to at-

      tack--

      "'Less inclined' is right, General," Stuart said. "We will

      not attack a civilian airfield."

      "Sandino is a military airfield, sir. The Nicaraguans don't

      operate any civilian airfields. Sandino is operated by the military

      but accepts civilian traffic. A surgical strike-"

      "We're getting off the point, General," the President said.

      "I'll end this right now-we will not attack Sandino Airport. It

      may in fact be a military airfield, but it is considered a civilian

      airfield. If the Soviets ship it to Sandino, then it's just another

      step out of our reach."

      "Yes, sir," Elliott said. "Sebaco is our target in any case.

      Our objective is to send a message that we don't accept our

      fighter being stolen, our people killed and our so-called agree-

      ment being broken."

      For a brief moment the President thought about the upcoming

      election, the scrutiny he was under already, the criticism he could

      expect when the country learned that he had mounted an attack

      against Nicaragua. But Elliott's carefully phrased statement

      seemed the bottom line-the Soviets had been banking on this

      election year to get away with killing American servicemen and

      stealing a multi-million-dollar air-craft . . .

      "Let's send that message, General Elliott," the President or-

      dered, and said a silent prayer.

      378 DALE BROWN

      Moscow, USSR

      Sunday, 21 June 1996, 0700 EET (Saturday, 2300 EDT)

      The General Secretary, as always, began the emergency meeting

      of his senior advisers precisely on time. He was dressed in a

      business suit and tie, in spite of the early hour, and bestowed a

      disgusted look on any of his civilian or military advisers who

      arrived in rumpled suits or unpolished shoes or who did not

      shave. The man set high standards for himself and he expected

      each of those around him to measure up to the same standards.

      And, contrary to much of the rest of the world, Sunday was still

      a day of work in the Kremlin.

      The General Secretary got right to business. He turned to

      his foreign minister, interlaced his fingers on his desk. "Corn-

      rade Tovorin, Vilizherchev has been expelled from the United

      States. Why?

      Tovorin looked anxiously at Kalinin, then cleared his throat.

      "I had intended to brief you this morning on Vilizherchev, sir.

      This deals with the experimental aircraft taken by Comrade Kal-

      inin's agent in the United States. Vilizherchev was called to the

      White House and questioned about the fighter. He agreed to

      consult with you and the Kollegiya on the Americans' demands

      for returning the aircraft. Comrade Kalinin, however, was un-

      aware of this. He ordered his agent in Nicaragua, Colonel Mar-

      aklov, to fly the aircraft to Cuba. When the Americans learned

      this they expelled Vilizherchev-"

      :'Why wasn't I notified of any of this, Kalinin?"

      'Vilizherchev met with the President very early Saturday

      morning, our time, " Kalinin said quickly - "The operation to fly

      the fighter from Nicaragua to Cuba began only a few hours after

      that meeting. You were in Leningrad for the day, sir-there was

      no time to consult you-"

      "There was ample time to consult with me. Perhaps you chose

      not to consult me?"

      :'I didn't wish to intrude on your holiday, sir."

      'Very considerate of you, Kalinin. Did you authorize any

      agreements with the American government yesterday morning?

      "No, sir," Kalinin lied. "Vilizher-chev consulted with me

      because the fighter was in our hands. I advised him to wait for

      a reply from Moscow before proceeding further." -

      "The order expelling Vilizherchev says that he lied to the

      American President and gave assurances to the Americans that

      were not honored. Did Vilizherchev do these things?"

      Vi"I don't know, sir," Kalinin said, "but I doubt it. Sergei

      lizherchev is one of the most loyal and trusted of your advis-

      ers. More likely, the Americans are angry about their fighter

      and expelled Sergei in protest.'!

      "I want Vilizherchev to report to me immediately after he

      arrives," the General Secretary said.

      "Yes, sir. " Tovorin was relieved that the questioning on that

      score was over, at least for the moment.

      "We lost five aircraft over the Caribbean yesterday," the

      General Secretary said, "including a one-
    billion-ruble airborne-

      warning-and-control aircraft, of which we only have thirty. We

      have two pilots dead, two captured by the Americans, and four

      men from the 11yushin transport seriously injured." He never

      ranted or raved, never seemed to get too upset or angry-, but the

      deep, resonant voice, the fixated stare that seemed to bore a hole

      right into your skull, the hawklike eyebrows, the knotted fists-

      all told their story.

      He turned on Kalinin. "Your mission to bring this American

      super-fighter to Russia is becoming very expensive, Kalinin."

      "Our fighters were outnumbered four to six," Kalinin said,

      "and we shot down four of their fighters and forced the other

      two to retreat. The XF-34 fighter shot down one and crippled

      another. If the XF-34 hadn't been carrying long-range fuel tanks,

      sir, it could have destroyed all six American fighters-it is that

      superior, sir. "

      "It's no use to us, Kalinin, if we must kill off half our air

      force to get it . . . What's the status of the project? Can you get

      this fighter to Russia in one piece without starting World War

      Three?"

      "Yes, sir. We will make another attempt to fly the aircraft

      intact out of Nicaragua. Colonel Maraklov, the pilot, now be-

      lieves it would be safer to fly it in a circuitous route to Moscow

      rather than trying to fly it first to Cuba. He tried that. It was a

      good plan . . . Cuba is more stable than Nicaragua, but-"

      "When will he make the attempt?"

      "Tonight, sir." Kalinin stood and walked to a large chart of

      the region. "I have arranged a diversions large formation of

      aircraft flying from Nicaragua to Cuba, much the same as the

      first attempted convoy to Cuba. This force will directly chal-

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      lenge the Americans. At the same time, Maraklov and a small

      escort force will launch, stay clear of American radar sites in

      Panama and in the Lesser Antilles archipelago and out over the

      Atlantic Ocean; we can expect support if needed from Venezuela

      and Trinidad and Tobago, both of whom have been glad to ac-

      cept large amounts of aid from our government in recent years,

     


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