Mark Spaid

FALCON DOWN

I wrote this book for James Tomlin. He is my oldest son Jordan’s life companion. He came to us twelve years ago and he has been a pleasant addition. James is warm, friendly, easy to like and we are very happy to have him in our family. He is a hard worker and he and Jordan make a splendid couple. James is intelligent, thoughtful with a marvelous sense of humor and he cares about people. Those are traits in people that I like very much and for those reasons and many more I am proud to dedicate this book in his honor.

In a nuclear war the survivors will envy the dead

Nikita Khrushchev

PREFACE

Russia began to evolve as a modern nation state in the early Eighteenth Century just as the United States became one later in that century. So, the two future super powers and frequent adversaries came on the world scene at roughly the same time. That, however is where the similarity ends. The United States was bitten with the bug of governing by the consent of the people and individual human rights. The concept of freedom and representative government conducted by elected officials answerable to the people was ingrained in the populace of early American citizens. Individual freedom and the ability to express their concern for governmental acts that challenged that freedom was so endemic to the American psyche that it defined and still defines the fabric of American society.

Russia was a completely different atmosphere. It is a much older country than the United States. The landings at Jamestown and Plymouth, Massachusetts in the Seventeenth Century were the first white men to populate what became the United States. In Russia, however, there were settlements and thriving civilizations in the third and fourth centuries AD. The Greeks, Turks, Mongols and other cultures settled in Russia. Partially, due to these foreign invasions the long history of Russia is accented by one thing… violence. The Huns, the Mongols and other groups that collectively could be called barbarians, ravaged Russia for hundreds of years. To restore some semblance of order a monarchy was established with the ascension of Ivan the Terrible in 1547. His name is of course suggestive of his behavior as Tsar and though he was perhaps the most sadistic of all of them the Tsars in general were dictators like any hereditary monarchy. Secret police, violence, intimidations, executions were common and without any pretense of laws to govern, such things were the norm. As time passed a feeling developed among Russian society regarding misbehavior by the populace. Whenever things became chaotic the police and army would step in and bash heads, arrest and shoot hundreds or even thousands. It was the way in Russia and the people knew that. There developed a saying that covered these occasional departures from obedience. ‘The Russian people long to feel the whip’. In other words, they wanted the government to step in and punish the law breakers and the revolutionaries. Of course, no one wanted to feel the whip themselves. They wanted others to feel it and behave. Mass arrests under the Tsars and later the Communists was nothing new and not really a major cause for concern as long as it didn’t hit too close to home… like the front door.

Russia was engulfed in a long series of private wars between the wealthy land owners, called Boyars, during the Sixteenth Century. It was aptly called the Time of Troubles and in 1613 the Boyars had enough killing and decided to place another Tsar on the throne to provide stability. His name was Michael Romanov and his descendants would rule until 1917. During this time the whip was employed many times and order was maintained. Hundreds of thousands were beaten, shot, hanged, banished etc. to keep order. It was a part of the Russian experience to be visited by violence and people were used to it.

Then in 1917 the last Tsar, Nicholas II was overthrown and he and his family later shot. The Communists took over Russia and the first thing they did was to embark on a program of violent retribution against the former ruling class. So, the cycle of killing went on uninterrupted. Vladimir Illyich Ulyanov, known as Lenin, became the first Communist leader of Russia. He died in 1924 and after three to four years of struggle a man emerged as the sole leader of Russia. He was born in 1878 in the province of Georgia as Ioseb Besarionis dze Jughashvili. After becoming a revolutionary, he mercifully for all involved, especially historians and researchers, changed his name to Joseph Stalin. He would certainly qualify as one of the leading psychopaths of the Twentieth Century. A heartless, sadistic butcher who reigned down a period of slaughter for twenty-five years in which somewhere between thirty and sixty million people were executed as the whip continued its sinister work throughout Russia.

Stalin, though, projecting fear throughout the country, nevertheless had a loyal following and his death saddened many in Russia. After his death, Nikita Khrushchev tried to assure the world that the excesses of Stalin were born of a revolutionary zeal to help the working class and would not be repeated. As time has progressed, most who were alive when Stalin died in 1953 have passed but some old-timers remain and many young people have looked to Stalin as the answer to Russia’s problems with the United States and the world in general. Stalinism is on the rebound and the idea of a Stalinist state has emerged with popularity. There are, in fact, groups of Stalinists who seek to reestablish the old Soviet Union that existed before the collapse of Communism in 1991. They are determined to see their goals achieved and will resort to anything to achieve those ends including, kidnapping, robbery, murder and assassination. It is a new dawn of violence in a country that has known nothing but violence throughout its entire existence. It is a new age of the whip.

THE GENESIS OF CRISIS MENTALITY

The Cold War began right after the end of World War II and some would say even before the end of the war. Russia and the United States were the two super powers that emerged out of the devastation in Europe and they remain the two most powerful countries in the world. Of course, there can only be one bully on a block and when there are two, a conflict is inevitable. Great distance separates these two giants but the tenuous peace in Europe after the war that included Russian occupation of Eastern Europe led to a nose to nose staring match across the war-torn continent. The Americans were in Western Europe faced off against the Soviet Union in the East. Now, it should be noted that the terms Russia and The Soviet Union are two different things. Russia refers to the boundaries of traditional Russia minus the former Tsarist control of Poland and the Baltic countries. In itself a large country but the Soviet Union included the Baltic countries and after World War II they added hegemony over Poland, Hungary, Romania, Bulgaria, Czechoslovakia and East Germany. On the surface, Eastern Europe was autonomous with governments in place but they were puppets of Moscow. The Soviet Union ran the show. (See Budapest 1955 and Prague 1968).

Conflict among countries and regions is as old as the Earth itself and the standoff between the two super powers wouldn’t have been anything new except for the X factor… nuclear weapons. Those men in the desert at Los Alamos, New Mexico between 1942 and 1945 created something that has forever changed the face of warfare and civilization. They were brilliant physicists, some of the brightest men who ever lived and to their defense they were driven by a pressing desire to beat Adolph Hitler to the ultimate weapon… the atomic bomb. Everyone knew if Hitler had the bomb, he’d use it. So, the race was on and it had to be won to save mankind. Thus, was the talking points and the motivation to develop a nuclear fission bomb? They would reach up and take part of the sun and use it to destroy part or all of the Earth. The moral argument against nuclear weapons is easy to make now but try making it in 1945 when the war was sending home dead American soldiers every day and the invasion of Japan promised as many as a million more. So, the bomb was made and used on Japan; Hiroshima and Nagasaki… it worked and Japan surrendered thus saving lives on both sides.

The United States had the bomb and no one else did but that wouldn’t last for long. The Soviet Union developed the bomb in 1949. That same year the U.S. made the hydrogen bomb and in 1953 the Soviet Union made theirs. The race was on and still is raging. At this point the U.S. and Russia each have around seven thousand nuclear warheads. Suffice it to say it would only take a few hundred to make the Earth uninhabitable for nearly all carbon-based life. This spinning orb would be left with the most likely survivors, namely; roaches and maybe rabbits.

Now, since August 9, 1945 no country has used an atomic weapon on another country anywhere in the world. The nuclear club has grown to include The United States, Russia, Britain, France, China, India, Pakistan, North Korea and Israel (Israel will not confirm or deny having the bomb but satellite surveillance makes it clear they have detonated a test). So, what do we do? That is the million dollar question. What do we do to prevent the end of the world? Any and all answers are welcome.

The two men charged with building the bomb and ending the war were General Leslie Groves and Dr. J. Robert Oppenheimer. Groves was a career army man who had taken over a floundering project and completed it… The Pentagon. Oppenheimer was a theoretical physicist who led seminars at Berkeley on bomb design when he was tapped as the leading scientist on the Manhattan Project. It was a military project, thus General Groves, but it would take the world’s best physicists to design and build it. It took three years but they were successful and on July 16, 1945 the bomb was tested at Alamogordo, New Mexico. At five thirty in the morning in a shack five miles from the bomb an anxious Oppenheimer and dozens of others waited. If it didn’t work then, three years of work and two billion dollars would be down the drain. Not to mention the reputations and careers of all the scientists and engineers involved. In addition, General Groves would be demoted and spend months if not years in front of congressional committees explaining the waste of the taxpayers’ money and the failure to end the war early and save American lives. As the countdown came close to zero there were many things on the line. Oppenheimer and Ken Bainbridge, who was in charge of the test, waited nervously. Then three, two, one and detonation. There was the blinding flash and in a few seconds the rumble could be heard and felt. There was a mushroom cloud that went ten thousand feet in the air. A twelve-hundred-foot diameter crater was created in which everything was gone and the steel tower was evaporated. Not melted but evaporated. Windows were broken miles away; cattle were knocked off their feet and a girl who was blind at birth saw the light from the flash. Yes, the bomb worked. Oppenheimer and his band of egg-heads had breached the divide between physics and the impossible. They had captured the power of the Universe then released it at their will.

Okay, so science is unswerving in its drive to explain everything, discover everything, invent everything, etc. There wasn’t a person, scientist or not who wasn’t impressed and in awe of the accomplishments that took place in the desert of New Mexico. But sometimes we do things and then realize that there are consequences for any action no matter how large or small. More importantly, there is responsibility. The machine gun was invented along with poisonous gas, chemical and biological weapons and any number of other things to make killing in war more efficient. And, these things work very well but where is the guilt. Millions of people have or will die in the future from weapons created by scientists and engineers. Do they get a moral pass since they were just doing their jobs? There is no easy answer and on the early morning of July 16, 1945 Oppenheimer and Bainbridge watched as the bomb obliterated the test site. Perhaps Oppenheimer had given thought to what he was doing during the project and what the ramifications might be if and when the bomb worked and other countries had it. Who knows but as he and Bainbridge watched the debris fall back to Earth and as the men who went outside to watch were cheering the success of the last three year’s work something came over Oppenheimer. As he stood staring out the window at the destruction he had created, he quoted from the Bhagavad Gita. “I am become Death, shatterer of worlds.” Ken Bainbridge, was not the learned scholar that Oppenheimer was but he put it in terms that anyone could understand. “Yeah, now, we’re all sons-a-bitches.” They were that to be sure but let’s be fair; their country grabbed them, plopped them down in the desert and said build us the ultimate weapon to end the war. They did and after the second bomb was dropped on Nagasaki, the Japanese Emperor Hirohito went on the radio to speak to his people. This was the man who was worshipped as a God yet no one had ever heard his voice. Now, they heard him speak and he praised the Japanese people for their great effort during the war but then said it is time to surrender. The bomb did the trick. All those American and Japanese lives were saved as the war ended. And, it was due to the effort of those scientists at Los Alamos so, to turn around and beat them over the head with a moral argument seems disingenuous. The bomb did what it was expected to do and on September 2, 1945 Japan surrendered in Tokyo Bay.

A happy ending? Not exactly, it’s like buying a tiger to rid your house of rats. The rats are eradicated but how do you control the tiger. He has a voracious appetite and he sees everything and everyone as his prey. You can’t take him back because of the no return policy at the tiger store. You keep him at a distance, you don’t want to use him again if you can avoid it. He is ever vigilant and waiting for his chance to attack and you have to keep him at bay, keep him under control. Your house is free of rats but can you ever be safe again, can you ever feel content and most importantly can you ever relax again without fear of annihilation? No, you can’t and thus is the predicament the world is in now.

Oppenheimer said after the war that the U.S. should take all of their bombs, all the paper work, the plans, fuel, materials etc. and dump it in the ocean. A fanciful suggestion meant to symbolize the state of the world because of the bomb. Too late Dr. Oppenheimer, the toothpaste is out of the tube, Pandora’s Box is open, the cat is out of the bag and good luck capturing him and putting him back in a second time.

The Bulletin of Atomic Scientists keeps a doomsday clock and at this time it is two minutes to midnight. That’s how close they think we are to the end. Rather pessimistic but the number of weapons out there is suggestive of a powder keg waiting for a match. Any time there is a stand-off between the big nations, fears run high of a nuclear exchange. The U.S. and Russia are ever mindful of the stakes that exist in any conflict. The Cuban Missile Crisis, the Petrov incident and other misses showed not just the dangers that existed but the restraint used by both sides. It seems unlikely that the two giants would start a nuclear war but the renegade states like North Korea and Iran when they finally get a nuclear weapon are another story. They would wield weapons of mass destruction without regard for the political or nuclear fallout.

At the height of the cold war in the sixties the U.S. built an underground facility to monitor Soviet activities and to be ready to launch all those missiles. It was the Cheyenne Mountain Complex near Colorado Springs, Colorado. It is built under two-thousand feet of granite in the Rocky Mountains and it can withstand a 30-megaton nuclear explosion. It was in full operation during the Cold War but after the Soviet Union fell it was decommissioned in 2006 because it was felt that Russia was no longer a threat (permission to chuckle). Now, guess what? We are moving back into the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. The Russians have never retreated from a position of angst regarding nuclear war and keep an ever vigilante eye on the U.S. So, the Cold War is just as cold or just as hot; whatever you choose. Does that signify a coming nuclear exchange? No, but it pays to be prepared. Because you never know what is going to happen on any day that you get up. Tomorrow could be a crisis that has both sides with their fingers on the button. That’s what this story is about.

PROLOGUE

“Comrades, take your seats.” It was a commanding voice and everyone immediately sat down. Two hundred men and women sat in a meeting hall once used as a Communist Party headquarters in Volgograd, Russia. Andrei Kulagin was their leader and he stood grim faced with his trademark large mustache as he stared down at his audience.

“Thank you, Comrade for holding this meeting,” a man said rising and giving Kulagin a salute.

“Be seated, Comrade,” and the man complied. “Never forget why we are here and why we must succeed.” There were cheers and words of encouragement and agreement. Kulagin looked at his audience and a faint smile escaped his thin lips. Few people had seen their leader smile and looks were exchanged wondering if he was alright. Perhaps he was drugged or had lost his mind. They were used to a hard, cold, angry and powerful man who instilled fear in people. Fear if they didn’t obey him and fear if they didn’t succeed in carrying out his wishes. Now, they see him actually smile. That was scary to them because this group was very much a cult of the personality… Kulagin’s personality.

“Speak to us, Comrade, what shall we do?” A man asked.

“Yes, Comrades, I will speak to you tonight. We are at a crossroads. Our nation is in danger of being compromised of being trivialized out of existence. He would not allow that,” Kulagin said as he turned and pointed to the very large portrait on the wall behind him. There was loud cheering and clapping. Our beloved Comrade knew how to deal with those who would give away Russian soil. And, Comrades, make no mistake about it, once soil has been Russian it must always stay Russian!” He pounded the podium and there was more clapping, foot stomping and cheering. “Our comrade made the Soviet Union and expanded our sphere to include Eastern Europe. Now, since the appeasers have taken over and the party has been ignored, Russia is weak and the President of Russia is meeting the American President to further weaken Russia. That we cannot allow!” He pounded again on the podium and some of the people stood and thrust their fists in the air with shouts of down with President Denikin, down with the traitors. The noise died down and they all sat down again. “Comrades, we have a mission to fulfill for our beloved Comrade who once ruled the glorious Soviet Union. We have to restore the Soviet Union to its original borders. We must reconstitute the great Soviet Union!” More cheers and shouting. “Comrades, the time for talking is through, it is time for action. The central committee will meet tomorrow night to plan that course of action. When we meet again, we will have begun the restoration of our great Soviet nation. To the future, Comrades!” Kulagin shouted and the place went nuts for a few minutes as their leader turned and saluted the large portrait of Joseph Stalin.

* * *

“You see what I mean?” Ronnie Stemweiss said as he and his friend Chip McCarthy camped outside the window of the meeting.

“If they catch us, we’re dead. These guys mean business and they’re all armed.”

“I know, what kind of a story would it be if they were all gentle souls?” Chip rolled his eyes.

“One we could live to talk about someday.”

“You have to be bold, Chip, if you want anything in this world.”

“What I want is to get out of here alive.”

“Relax, we’ll be fine.”

“How did we get here exactly; I can’t remember now?” Chip asked snidely.

“My editor wanted a hot story and this was it.”

“Your editor?”

“Yes.”

“Ronnie your editor is your partner. You have a four-page weekly with a circulation of about six or seven hundred.”

“We started small but we’re growing,” Ronnie reminded Chip.

“Just how did you pay for this trip for you and me?”

“Cal cashed in his college money.”

“Then he bravely stayed back home while you and I are thrown into the fire.”

“Of course, that’s the fun of journalism.” Chip shook his head and sighed.

“And, why exactly am I so indispensable to this operation?”

“You’re my photographer.”

“Yes, and as I remember, you forgot to bring the camera.”

“An unfortunate oversight on my part,” Ronnie admitted.

“Which makes it difficult to take any pictures of people, buildings or anything else.”

“Of course, but you’re my eyes and ears. A second pair of such. What I see and hear you will also and you’ll be my witness to history.”

“What history?”

“That’s what we’ll find out.”

“When?”

“Tomorrow night.”

* * *

“You know, sleeping in a barn wasn’t exactly what you promised me,” Chip said to Ronnie as they found a position behind the meeting hall where the Central Committee of the Volgograd Communist Party was meeting. Volgograd was the name given to the City of Stalingrad after Stalin died. You see, Joseph Stalin made a number of enemies. He killed most of them during his twenty-five-year rule but there were still plenty of them left over. His name was vilified by the people who survived him and his excesses were given an official apology by his successor, Nikita Khrushchev. The Stalinists seemed to gravitate to Volgograd as a rebirthing place for their revered leader’s memory.

“And I apologize for that. I’ll make it up to you when we get back to the U.S.”

“Okay, so, what do we do now?”

“We wait until they start then find a place to listen to what’s going on inside.” The members arrived and the place filled quickly. There were twenty-five members of the Central Committee plus Kulagin. He arrived last in a limo.

“I see someone has a high opinion of themselves,” Chip said as Kulagin made a rock star entry. The meeting lasted for an hour and the whole time Ronnie and Chip looked for a place to spy on this band of lunatics. Finally, they found a side entrance that’d been hidden by bushes. They snuck inside and were behind the speaker’s platform as Kulagin was bellowing platitudes and threats. In the end he said they’d capture the two leaders and extort the two countries for what they wanted. There were shouts of approval and the meeting broke up.

“What does he mean extort the two countries?” Ronnie asked.

“I don’t know but I don’t like the sound of it, especially capturing the two leaders. He means kidnaping the president of Russia and the United States.” They went out the way they came in and watched for anyone who might be snooping in the back, just walking or smoking a cigarette. If they were seen they were as good as dead. Chip was right these men were all killers.

“I think we can get to those woods and wait,” Ronnie said and they started running.

“Stop!!” a man yelled but Ronnie and Chip never broke stride. A shot rang out and Ronnie cried out in pain as he went down. Chip stopped to help his friend.

“Get going, I’m dead.”

“No,” Chip said.

“Get out of here and tell someone what we heard.”

“But, Ronnie…”

“Move!” Chip took a breath and started running in zig zag as shots rang out. One whizzed by his left ear and one kicked up dirt in his face but he never slowed. He made it to the trees and kept going through the woods. He could hear people running behind but they had no good shot in the dark in the dense woods. Chip had run track in high school and he was good. Also, he had kept running since graduation and was in excellent shape. Finally, his pursuers stopped as they were like most Russians… addicts of cigarettes and Vodka. When Chip stopped ten minutes later, he looked back from behind a tree and saw no one after him. He got his breathing under control and pondered his situation. What were his good choices? None. What were his choices period? He wasn’t sure but none of them were very good. He could sleep in another barn… no thanks. A park bench? Hmmm. A local shelter? Maybe. He had little money so a hotel was out of the question. He’d wander around all night and try and stay out of sight. That was his best option? Sadly, yes.

* * *

“We couldn’t catch the second guy, Comrade,” a man said to Kulagin. They were standing in the parking lot of the meeting hall.

“How much does he know?” Kulagin asked.

“I’m not sure, the first one died before we could question him.”

“You are head of security are you not?” Kulagin asked.

“Yes, the man said with his head down.

“How could you let this happen?”

“I am sorry, Comrade, it won’t happen again.”

“No, I should hope not.” Kulagin looked at another man standing to the right and nodded. The head of security saw this and his shoulders sagged. Kulagin got in his limo and left. Two men took the head of security away in a small car and he was never seen or heard of again. That is how Comrade Stalin would’ve dealt with such a failure.

CHAPTER ONE

“So, this is the guest list,” Dave said as she studied the letter written to Justin from the White House.

“That’s it” Justin said as he sat on Andy and Jozette’s patio drinking iced tea.

“Wow, the Holy Ones,” Will said looking over Dave’s shoulder.

“Will,” Lexi said firmly.

“Just kidding,” Will said.

“I’d stay here with you guys if I could,” Andy said.

“You don’t like the President?” Lexi asked.

“No, that’s not it and I was flattered to be asked but it’s Justin they want. He’s the writer, I’m just a reporter.”

“You write too,” Tatiana said.

“Yeah, but not like him. He gets the stories with meat and the ones with human interest and don’t think I’m jealous. He deserves it. There is a talented writer in that chair,” Andy said pointing to Justin who grinned.

“Don’t encourage him, Andy, I have to live with his ego and there’s barely enough room in the house for the rest of us,” Belinda said and they all laughed.

“Now, that’s funny,” Warren said. He and Ariel were on the list but as usual at the cookouts they kept to themselves and stayed quiet. Unless the topic was physics then he was on point.

“Let’s see, here is the roll call of honor,” Dave said as Tatiana rolled her eyes. “Shall I read the letter?” There were groans and Justin nodded for Dave to continue. “The persons of Justin Weaver, Belinda Fanelli, Andy Kline, Jozette Kline, David Swanzy, Tatiana Swanzy, Little Wolf Kline, Julieta Rodriguez-Kline, Warren Peabody and Ariel Peabody are cordially invited to join me on my trip to The Ukraine aboard Air Force One on June 16 through June 22. Signed, Yours Truly, Ellen Lexington, President of the United States.”

“I’m impressed,” Will said.

“You know, Dave, you could’ve spared all of us the drama, especially since Will and Lexi weren’t invited,” Tatiana remarked.

“Sorry, you guys I wasn’t thinking,” Dave said looking in Will and Lexi’s direction.

“Forget it, we’re very happy to remain here,” Lexi said.

“Me too,” Will added. “Given our track record you guys could end up on the moon.” They all laughed at that. Never have a group of reporters and their friends embarked on so many routine stories and vacations and ended up fighting for their lives.

“And, Will’s back has been acting up lately,” Lexi added.

“It has?” Ariel asked.

“Yes, that misaligned disc gives me fits if I move the wrong way.”

“The girls will keep you busy. You might get misaligned just trying to keep up with them,” Julieta remarked and there was laughter again.

“Why did they pick a group of reporters, et al from Bloomington, Indiana?” Will asked.

“From what I was told, the President had read some articles that Justin had written and his book on Stanley Burnham,” Belinda answered.

“Her staff did research and found that Andy and I were partners and Jo helped on stories. They found out about Dave and Tatiana, Warren and Ariel and of course Little Wolf and Julieta. And, here we are,” Justin related.

“What do you mean they found out about us?” Ariel asked.

“They know about Australia, South America, Stanley Burnham and everything I guess,” Justin said.

“You guys are the reporters, so, what are we here for?” Dave asked.

“I think the President is enthralled with our adventures and wants to learn more,” Andy said.

“Enthralled,” Belinda said with a grin.

“Hey, Justin can use big words, why can’t I?”

“Okay, relax, Andy, you can use all the big words you want. I won’t understand them but everyone else will,” Belinda said.

“Don’t beat yourself up, Lind, Andy probably doesn’t know what it means,” Jozette said and they laughed again.

“It means to hold in a spell, captivate or to fascinate,” Andy said with a nod in Jozette’s direction.

“Are you a dictionary now?” Jozette asked.

“I have to be something to keep up with Joseph Pulitzer over there.” Justin grinned and Dave let out a loud laugh.

“He doesn’t walk on water,” Andy,” Belinda said.

“I tried it once,” Justin said.

“How’d that work?” Warren asked chuckling.

“I got about one step and went down quickly.”

“Okay, let’s stop the sacrilege,” Tatiana said with a stern look. She was Russian Orthodox and though she wasn’t a Bible beater she didn’t like to mock any faith.

“I guess someone must’ve been looking after us to keep us out of the mouths of the Megalodons and the clutches of Stanley Burnham not to mention the desert and the Great Canyon,” Justin said.

“That’s better now, perhaps we should change the subject,” Tatiana said and they were all glad to do that.

“What is the meeting about?” Belinda asked. Everyone had a rough idea except her. She knew nothing about politics either international or domestic and didn’t care but she still had questions and when she did, they all turned to Little Wolf to inform her. Jozette got his attention and nodded.

“Miss Belinda, maybe I can help you,” Little Wolf said. She looked at Little Wolf and smiled. She loved Little Wolf… everyone loved Little Wolf but Belinda especially because he explained things to her without insulting her or making her feel stupid even though her comments and questions certainly put her on the trail of let’s say… underinformed.

“What is this meeting thing about?” Belinda asked and Dave grinned.

“Well, The Ukraine is a country in Europe.”

“Is that like England and France?” Belinda asked.

“Yes, but The Ukraine is farther east and actually touches Russia.”

“Are the Russians bad?”

“Not necessarily. The U.S. and Russia are at odds sometimes but they’re not bad.”

“Are they the ones who are meeting?”

“Yes, along with The Ukraine.”

“Are they good?”

“I guess so, they are friends with the U.S. and have shown interest in joining NATO.”

“What’s that?” Belinda asked and Jozette rolled her eyes. Belinda saw that and gave Jozette a look.

“NATO is the North Atlantic Treaty Organization.”

“What does that mean?”

“Do you really want to know, it’s kind of long and complicated.”

“I’d like to but I’m sure everyone else knows and you all think I’m stupid but I want to know.”

“You’re not stupid, Miss Belinda. Your interests lie elsewhere and you don’t keep up on global politics. You’re probably not alone,” Little Wolf assured her.

“I don’t know what it means and I’d like to hear about it too,” Ariel said. Belinda was confounding at times and annoying but they all loved her and when she didn’t know something one or more of them would speak up and say they didn’t know either so she didn’t feel bad. Is that catering to the princess? Perhaps but it could also be the sign of the sacrifices we make for our friends.

“Well, after World War II the U.S. and Russia were at odds and the U.S. was concerned that the European countries would be overrun by Russia. So, the U.S. and other countries formed NATO to protect each other from Russia.”

“What countries?” Belinda asked.

“The U.S. England, Italy, France, Turkey, Belgium, Spain, Canada and others.”

“We’re friends with all those countries?”

“Yes.”

“What did Russia think about this NATO?”

“They didn’t like it.”

“What did they do?”

“They formed their own group called The Warsaw Pact.”

“Who was in that?”

“Russia, Poland, Hungary, East Germany and other allies of Russia.”

“Is East Germany like Germany?”

“No, East Germany was formed in 1945 when Russia occupied Eastern Germany after the war.”

“Was there a West Germany?” Belinda asked.

“Yes.”

“Were they friends with us?”

“They were.”

“Is there still an East and West Germany?”

“No, Germany reunited in 1990.”

“Are they our friend now?”

“Yes and they are in NATO and so is Poland and Hungary.”

“So, they can switch sides?”

“They can.”

“Can you explain this meeting?”

“Okay, The U.S, Russia and The Ukraine are meeting to discuss some issues.”

“Where are they meeting?”

“In a city called Kerch.”

“Where’s that?”

“In The Crimea. It’s on a peninsula that connects The Crimea with Russia.”

“Why are they meeting?”

“They’re going to discuss a treaty and sign it.”

“What treaty?”

“There is a treaty that will give The Crimean Peninsula back to The Ukraine and in return The Ukraine will not join NATO.”

“Is that good?”

“It depends on who you are. There are elements in Russia that hate it.”

“Why?”

“Because they want Russia to take back all the territory once controlled by the old Soviet Union under Stalin.”

“Who’s he?”

“You mean Stalin?”

“Yes.” Little Wolf paused and sighed.

“Miss Belinda, I have an idea. Why don’t we wait until we’re on the plane then I’ll explain the rest?”

“Okay.” She was satisfied for the moment so they could move on to something else.

“Did the President say why she wanted you to do this story?” Will asked Justin.

“I think she feels comfortable with me writing it.”

“No, I mean why does she want a story at all?” Will continued.

“For her re-election campaign I guess,” Justin answered.

“I didn’t know you were interested in politics,” Dave said.

“I’m not,” Justin said.

“But you’ll be helping one candidate over the others,” Dave said.

“I’m doing it for the writing and the opportunity to meet the President no matter who she or he is.”

“What I can’t understand is why I’m invited,” Dave said.

“Same here,” Warren said. “Is she wanting a crash course in physics?”

“I’m not sure, I received the list and a phone call from a White House staffer confirming the people listed,” Justin answered.

“Why us?” Little Wolf asked.

“Maybe she’s trying to nail down the Native American and Hispanic vote,” Andy offered to laughter.

“It’ll be neat meeting the President,” Julieta said.

“What’s your wardrobe like, Lind?” Tatiana asked.

“I have everything I need.”

“There’s a formal state dinner with the Russian and The Ukrainian President,” Jozette reminded her.

“I know that and I have a stately dress for the occasion,” Belinda replied.

“Stately?” Jozette asked with a grin.

“Yes, Jo, I can look dignified if I want to sometimes. I just prefer to look delectable and irresistible.”

“Well, you’re that, honey, and then some,” Tatiana said chuckling and there was laughter.

* * *

“Why are we being treated like little kids?” Jessica asked.

“What do you mean?” Darcy asked.

“We have baby sitters the whole time and we have to sleep here in your house.”

“You don’t like our house?” Darcy asked.

“Of course, I like your house, that’s not it,” Jessica said.

“What is it then?” Darcy asked.

“Why can’t we stay in our own homes?” We’re all eighteen except Zara and she’d stay here anyway.”

“I don’t suppose if you were staying at your house that Dixie might end up staying with you?” Paulita asked. Jessica looked down then up with a grin.

“Maybe.” They all laughed.

“Look, we can all stay in here and you and Dixie can use the bed,” Paulita said.

“What will you guys do?” Dixie asked.

“We’ll watch,” Paulita said and they all laughed hard, even Jessica though Dixie rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Why are your parents staying with us?” Mallory asked.

“They weren’t invited,” Darcy said.

“But why were Mr. Dave, Miss Tatiana, Mr. Warren, Miss Ariel and Little Wolf and Julieta invited. They’re not journalists?” Melanie asked.

“We don’t know and I’m not sure the adults know either,” Jessica said.

“My dad probably is better off not going. The travel and the strange environment could cause him problems,” Darcy said.

“What do you mean?” Mallory asked.

“In a strange country, there could be pollens, dust, allergens that he’s not used to and it doesn’t take much for him to have an asthma episode,” Zara said.

“Makes sense and at least we have cool parents watching us,” Dixie said.

“You mean some of our parents aren’t cool?” Melanie asked.

“No, they’re all cool but not all parents are like ours,” Dixie said.

“Yeah, how about Lacey Gregory’s parents. Her dad beats her mother and Lacey sometimes,” Darcy said.

“We’re lucky to have the moms and dads that we do,” Dixie said. Jessica noticed that Zara was looking away.

“Zara, we’re sorry for talking about our parents,” Jessica said.

“Don’t be, I don’t know who my dad is and my mother died when I was very small. Lamonte raised me and now Darcy’s parents have taken me in as their daughter. I’m happy.”

“And my sister,” Darcy said and gave Zara a hug.

“Paulita is the only one who isn’t adopted by someone,” Mallory said.

“Ray is kind of my unofficial adopted dad.”

“He’s a neat guy, Paulita,” Darcy said.

“Yes, he is, I never knew my real dad, I was two when he died. Ray and I talk and play video games.”

“He plays video games but he’s old,” Melanie said.

“Maybe but he’s good. I have fun with Ray and I think Mama likes that.”

“Of course, she does,” Jessica said.

“What’ll we do while they’re gone?” Dixie asked.

“Sleepovers,” Jessica said.

“That’s a given, we can’t go anywhere so, every night is a sleepover,” Darcy said.

“What about the daytime?” Mallory asked.

“The zoo,” Melanie said.

“Yawn,” Jessica said.

“The library,” Melanie continued.

“Honey, I love you but if you keep going, we’ll have to get you those glasses that set on the end of your nose and you can become a Nineteenth Century school marm,” Paulita said and they laughed.

“Well, I tried and I like the library and the zoo.”

“How about something a little more… alive,” Dixie said.

“The mall,” Mallory suggested.

“Better,” Jessica said.

“Paintballing,” Jessica suggested. Melanie’s shoulders sagged. Her limp and her somewhat compromised right arm made physical activity a challenge.

“No, I don’t like that,” Paulita said after seeing Melanie’s reaction.

“Well, what then?” Darcy asked.

“How about the arcade?” Dixie proposed.

“Not bad,” Mallory said and Melanie nodded approval.

“Okay, so, why don’t we go to the arcade and the mall the first day,” Darcy said and it was agreed. They talked and caught up on each other’s life for the next few hours while the travelers prepared to depart.

* * *

“When do you leave?” Will asked.

“In two days,” Justin replied.

“We take a private jet to D.C. then transfer to Air Force One,” Jozette added.

“Wow, Air Force One, you’ve hit the big time,” Warren said.

“Hey, you’ll be with us,” Justin said.

“Yeah but we’re just steerage passengers,” Warren quipped and there was laughter.

“What does that mean?” Belinda asked. Little Wolf looked at Jozette and she nodded.

“In the old days, Miss Belinda, when people traveled by ship…” Little Wolf started.

“Like the Pilgrims?”

“That’s right. In those times it was necessary for ships to ride low in the water or they’d tip over easy.”

“Then everyone would drown.”

“Yes, and they took on passengers, poor people, just to give weight to the ship and make it easier to steer.”

“So, they really didn’t like those people they just used them to get the ship somewhere safely,” Belinda conjectured.

“Miss Belinda, you are absolutely right.”

“Thank you, Little Wolf, for answering my question,” Belinda said then gave a twisted face look and crossed eyes to Jozette.

“Very nice, Lind,” Jozette remarked.

“You started it.”

“How did I start anything?”

“Because any time I ask a question you roll your eyes and make a face like I’m stupid.”

“No, I don’t.”

“You kind of do sometimes, babe,” Andy said.

“I do?”

“Yes, Jo,” Tatiana added and looked at Jozette who sighed.

“Sorry, Lind. I take it for granted that everyone knows what I know and I guess that’s not fair.”

“Okay, I’m fine and I always like it when Little Wolf explains things to me anyway.”

“Yes, he is so patient, we’re all lucky to have him with us,” Lexi said.

“Please, don’t, I have to live with him and he doesn’t need another reason to have a swelled head,” Julieta pleaded with everyone.

“I have a swelled head?” Little Wolf asked.

“Brave, sometimes it takes a bulldozer to get your head through the door.”

“Gee, don’t hold back, Maiden, speak your mind. She’s excitable sometimes, that Latin heritage I guess.”

“Oohh!!! You drive me crazy,” Julieta said with gritted teeth.

“Alright, kids, we love you both, Julieta you with your Latin temper and Little Wolf with your oversized ego,” Tatiana said as she put her arm around Julieta and pulled her close.

“Sorry, I lost my temper,” Julieta said.

“I’m sorry I bugged you, Maiden.”

“It’s a long flight to The Ukraine,” Dave said. “I don’t want someone pulling the emergency door to get out because they feel cooped up and can’t get away from each other.”

“We’ll be fine,” Jozette said as she pointed at Little Wolf with a look and he nodded understanding.

“Well, let’s lighten the mood and get ready for the trip of a lifetime,” Justin said.

“What should we call her?” Belinda asked.

“Madam President or Ma’am,” Jozette related.

“Not Ms. Lexington?” Belinda asked.

“No and don’t given any fashion tips to the President of the United States, Lind, please,” Jozette begged.

“You make it sound like I give everyone tips.”

“You do,” Jozette said.

“No, I don’t.”

“Yes, baby, you do, I know you mean well and anyone would be wise to take your advice but not the President, please,” Justin said.

“Okay, if you think I shouldn’t then I won’t.” They all cringed thinking that Belinda did have some advice in mind having seen the President on television and having remarked about her hair in particular. “But her hair.”

“Lind, please don’t do it,” Jozette said. Belinda shrugged her shoulders.

“If you say so, then mum’s the word.” They listened but no one was quite sure that she’d keep quiet for the simple reason that it was almost impossible for Belinda to remain quiet even when she made an effort to do so. Belinda was a loving mother, wife and friend but she could not shut up if she had something to say.

* * *

“I need to see the ambassador, I’m an American,” Chip McCarty said as he stood nervously at the gate of the American Embassy in Moscow.”

“What is this about?” A man asked. There were two armed guards standing watch over a booth that checked cars and/or pedestrians coming and going. Embassy property was considered American soil. Once inside you were in America. Chip wasn’t being pursued by law enforcement or anyone else but he felt like it and was anxious to get inside. He had to tell someone what he knew… someone he could trust.

“It is urgent and I need to see the ambassador at once, please.” The man picked up a phone and began talking, whispering actually. Chip couldn’t hear. Maybe he was calling for security to haul the intruder away. No that was silly, there were two guys with rifles standing right here already.

“Someone will be here in a moment,” the man said and Chip relaxed a little. He managed to get his breathing under control and waited. A few minutes later a man in a gray suit came up and shook hands.

“My name is Harold Baylor and you are?”

“Chip McCarthy… Charles McCarthy.”

“May I see your passport?”

“Here,” Chip said and handed over the document that got him in the country and maybe out eventually… he hoped.

“This looks fine, Mr. McCarthy and why again are you wanting to see the Ambassador.”

“It is a matter of urgency and I need to see him soon.” The man looked Chip up and down then nodded.

“Follow me, Mr. McCarthy.” They made the long walk to the front door and entered. It was a huge building and Chip wondered why so much space was needed. Mr. Baylor took him into a room with large leather chairs and shelves with books. Art work decorated the walls and an attendant dressed in white arrived with a tray of tea and cookies.

“Can I see the Ambassador now?”

“It’s not that easy, Mr. McCarthy. Please wait here and I’ll pass along your request to the proper authorities.” As Harold Baylor started to leave Chip who had sat down then stood up and cleared his throat and Baylor turned around.

“Mr. Baylor, what I know, no one else does and I think it is a very serious situation. If the Ambassador will give me one minute, I think he’ll see that I bring dire news and he needs to act immediately.” Baylor thought for a moment then left. “Well, I can’t make them listen.” He perused the room and found a floor length mirror. He paused to look at himself then began chuckling. “I guess I don’t project a very dignified appearance. His hair was messed up, his clothes were dirty and he had a three-day beard. “I guess I’d look okay in Greenwich Village with an easel and a pallet but here I’m way out of place. I can’t believe they didn’t haul me away. I think I can see Mr. Baylor’s reticence.

“Mr. McCarthy, hello, I’m Landon Endicott, Ambassador to the Russian Federation.”

“Hello, sir.” They shook hands and the Ambassador offered a chair at a long wooden table and they sat. Baylor sat at the other end.

“Now, what is this matter of urgency?” Chip took a deep breath and looked at Harold Baylor who nodded for him to proceed.

“Okay, here goes. My friend and I, Ronnie Stemweiss was his name.”

“Was?”

“He was killed two nights a go.”

“Where and how?”

“In Volgograd by Kulagin’s men.” Endicott looked at Baylor. They were well aware of Andrei Kulagin and his activities.

“Why?”

“We were reporters here to do a story on the Stalinists.”

“What is your paper?” Chip chuckled.

“It’s a four-page weekly. It’s a paper in name only. The editor, if you can call him that, cashed in a college bond to finance our trip over here from the states. So, you can see it was a shoestring operation but Ronnie was a serious journalist with a degree from Ohio State. For me it was just a lark until something real came along. He said we had to get close to Kulagin and we got too close. We were inside the building in Volgograd.” At this Endicott sat up with wide-eyes and looked again at Baylor.

“What did you hear?”

“Something we weren’t supposed to I’m sure. I think they’re planning something big for the meeting between Deniken and President Lexington. He mentioned capturing the two leaders.” Endicott and Baylor looked at one another with concern.

“What else?” Endicott asked.

“I don’t know but this Kulagin is a fanatic, he had my friend killed and would’ve killed me but I got away.”

“That’s all the details you have?”

“Yes, I’m short on concrete evidence but his attitudes and hatred for the present Russian Government was what scared me. He reminds me of the kamikazes in World War II in the Pacific.”

“That’s strong language.”

“He was talking about restoring the old Soviet Union.” Endicott thought for a moment then stood up.

“Thank you, Mr. McCarthy for this information.”

“Are you going to contact the President?”

“I can’t discuss that with you.”

“Of course, I’m sorry but this business has me jumpy.”

“That’s alright, I wish everyone was a diligent as you are.”

“I have a request.”

“Yes,” Endicott said.

“Ronnie had all of our money and airline tickets home. I don’t have a place to stay or any money for food.”

“You can stay here; we have plenty of room and you’ll be fed. We’ll work on getting you passage back home.”

“Thank you, Mr. Ambassador.”

“You’re welcome and we’ll see to your needs.” He was given a room on an upper floor and food was brought up to him. He slept in a bed and didn’t think about being killed, at least not yet.

* * *

“What do you make of this business, Mr. Ambassador?” Harold asked as the two men walked into Endicott’s office.

“I’m not sure but I don’t like it.” They discussed what Chip had told them for a few minutes.

“Are you going to call Washington?” Landon picked up the phone then stopped and thought for a moment.

“No, I want to see Yuri first.”

“Petrovsky?”

“Yes, the more I get to know him the more I trust him.”

“Shouldn’t you call the local authorities?”

“They can’t be trusted; I mean as a group they’re fine but there are Stalinists everywhere. Including in their ranks. Call Yuri and get him over here as quick as you can.” Yuri Petrovsky was a colonel in the local Moscow militia. The militia was formed decades ago, ostensibly to protect the mayor of Moscow. There was actually, little need for that but the Russian government was in love with any law enforcement group. The militia in addition to providing security for the mayor, on a ceremonial level, acted as an information clearing house. Landon had met Yuri at an embassy soiree a year ago and they’d struck up a friendship. They had lunch every other week or so and kept in contact through email. They knew their emails were monitored so they spoke in vagaries as a sort of code. Yuri was concerned about the Stalinist movement as was Landon and they shared what they learned.

“I’ll call him.”

“No, you know where his office is. Go there and tell him to meet me at our usual location in thirty minutes. Harold nodded and left. Landon changed into a worker’s uniform and slipped out the back way of the embassy. There was always some kind of a truck delivering things and there were workers out there nearly every day. He blended in then slipped away. Harold delivered the message to Yuri who thanked him. After Harold was gone Yuri changed into a sweat suit, baseball cap and left by the back door as a jogger. A few minutes later he entered a small cafe located a block from the Kremlin. He sat with Landon who had ordered tea for them. They shook then both instinctively looked out the window at the seat of Russian government. The Kremlin dates back to the Thirteenth Century and has undergone several changes, re-buildings and renovations. It became a walled fortress inside the city and was home to the Tsars and the Soviet government in the past. Today it is the residence of the Russian President. It was a hiding in plain sight strategy as they both figured no one would suspect a meeting of international intrigue in view of the Kremlin.

“Welcome my Russian friend,” Landon said as Yuri sat down.

“And here we are, at it again, my American friend.” They each took a sip of tea then leaned back and smiled for a moment before getting serious.

“Good to see you, Yuri.”

“Good to see you, now what’s this matter of urgency that sent your Mr. Baylor to roust me from my abode?” Landon chuckled then sighed and gave Yuri the look that signaled the small talk was over and the time for substance had arrived.

“I’m not sure what it is but I couldn’t just let it go.”

“Okay, I’m listening.”

“An American citizen came to the embassy a few hours ago and said he had something important. They all say that but I listen to every one of them. I have to say this one has me concerned.”

“Well, now I am interested.”

“He’s a reporter.” Yuri turned his head away and moaned. “I know but this kid is different and he is just a kid… maybe twenty-two. He and his fellow reporter were over here from a weekly paper to do a story about a favorite of mine and yours, one Andrei Kulagin.” Yuri sat up at the mention of that name.

“What about Kulagin.”

“I thought that’d get your attention. I was bored too until he mentioned Kulagin.”

“Okay, go on, my friend.”

“He and his buddy were spying on a meeting that Kulagin was holding in Volgograd.”

“What kind of meeting?”

“A rally actually, a pep rally where Kulagin was whipping up his Stalinist fervor and calling for restoration of the old Soviet Union.”

“What happened?”

“He was trashing Deniken and Lexington of course, and the weak-kneed people on both sides who are willing to give things away for peace?”

“Did he make any threats or reveal any specifics?”

“No, he’s too smart for that.”

“So, this is nothing new, what makes this kid think something is in the works more than bluster?”

“Kulagin said something about grabbing the two Presidents. Later, they ran them down and killed his partner.”

“Whoa, that is different and they chased him no doubt.”

“Yes, he was lucky to get away.”

“You’re thinking something might happen at the summit like a kidnapping?”

“He does and so do I,” Landon said and Yuri sighed and nodded.

“I don’t want to go anywhere with this.”

“You don’t trust the higher ups do you?”

“Not all of them.”

“Is Deniken safe at his summit. You know it’d be Kulagin’s style to do something for publicity. He knows the whole world will be watching.”

“Yeah and security for Deniken is light, it always has been. You Americans protect your Presidents.”

“Well, not always; we’ve had four assassinated, one shot but survived and others who were shot at or plots were in the works.”

“Yeah, I guess there’s plenty of nuts out there and it’s hard to stop them all,” Yuri remarked.

“What can you do?”

“Everything and nothing.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can order dozens of men to provide security for anyone but that would alert the wrong people and Kulagin would know he’d been had,” Yuri said.

“That won’t do, he’d just lay low and strike again when it was right.” Yuri sat back and thought for a moment. “What?”

“I can’t help Deniken but Berelenov worries me.”

“The Prime Minister… his status as second in line makes him vulnerable.”

“Very vulnerable.

“Is he with Deniken?”

“No, he stayed away from the summit.”

“Why… shouldn’t he be there?” Landon asked.

“He and Deniken are very close friends and he didn’t want to steal any of the thunder from the President.”

“Where is Berenelov?”

“That’s the problem. He’s at his country place and he has very little security.”

“You think Kulagin would target him too?”

“Kulagin wouldn’t leave anything to chance.”

“So, who would take over if both Deniken and Berelenov were out of the way?” Yuri shook his head and groaned.

“Melenkov.”

“Oh, God, no. He’s as bad as Kulagin.” Landon commented.

“Yes, and they are close. Everyone knows Melenkov does Kulagin’s bidding and if he were in power, he’d be a puppet for Kulagin and the Stalinists would have their coup.”

“But Melenkov is only an opposition leader in the legislature.” Yuri nodded with an expression that foretold doom.

“Oh brother, you’re talking about a full-blown rebellion. A takeover… will the military support Kulagin?”

“I don’t know but I think he already has a gauge on that because like I said he doesn’t miss anything.”

“What are you going to do, Yuri?”

“I have two people that I can trust without any reservation whatsoever. I’m going to see them immediately and formulate a plan.”

“Is there anything I can do?”

“Yes, keep that kid safe in the embassy. Kulagin will have men looking for him since they know he was at the meeting in Volgograd.

“Consider it done.”

“I’m not optimistic about the outcome of this thing but if it turns out alright, I’m going to take you to the opera then we’ll go back to your embassy and drink a bottle of Cherry Brandy I’ve had for thirty years… good stuff.”

“I’ll look forward to it,” Landon said and Yuri nodded. They left at fifteen-minute intervals with one out the back and the other using the front.

“Catherine, get Yesikov and Kornilov back here as soon as you can,” Yuri said as he walked into his office where his secretary was typing.

“Yes, sir.”

“Haven’t I told you to stop calling me sir?”

“Yes, sir.”

“You’re doing it again.”

“You’re my superior, you deserve a title of respect.”

“But I… never mind just get those two here immediately, please.”

“Yes, sir,” Catherine said and Yuri walked into his office shaking his head.

“We’ll have to be discreet. If the wrong people get wind of what we’re doing, they’ll tip off Kulagin and he’ll order either a murder of Berelenov or have him taken in deep where we’ll never find him,” Yuri said softly to himself as he waited at his desk staring at his two heroes; his grandfather and father. Mikhail Petrovsky was Yuri’s grandfather and he was murdered by Stalin’s men in 1948. Nikolai, Yuri’s father fell victim to Leonid Brezhnev’s scheme, which was to sentence dissidents to an insane asylum. It was always for life and Nikolai Petrovsky died inside. Yuri grew up an angry young man and vowed revenge. Bur how does one get revenge in the Soviet Union with secret police everywhere and the populace under an iron thumb of a brutal dictatorship? Simple; you wait for the regime to collapse and when it did in the early nineties, Yuri was ready and joined the militia. He wanted to protect any of the new leaders who weren’t Communist. His hope was to ultimately blow the whistle on former KGB officials who participated in murders over the decades. That proved difficult and most were able to elude the authorities but he nailed a few and he liked his job even as mundane as it was sometimes. He picked up the photograph and grinned.

“Sir, agents Yesikov and Kornilov are here,” Catherine said into the intercom.

“Send them in, please.”

“Hello, where are we headed?” Pavel Kornilov asked as he and Abram Yesikov sat down in chairs in front of Yuri’s desk.

“Close the door,” and Abram latched it before sitting down again.

“You have that look, Yuri,” Pavel said.

“What look?”

“The we’re up against the world and no one can help us look,” Abram answered. Yuri nodded and let out a deep sigh.

“And a sigh, that is never a good sign,” Pavel said as he leaned back clasping his hands behind his head.

“You two think you have me figured out.”

“Not often, just always,” Abram quipped and Yuri chuckled.

“I have something and I don’t like it,” Yuri said.

“Give it to us straight,” Pavel said.

“It’s not definite and the basis is information from an American newspaper reporter.”

“I’d believe their reporters over ours,” Abram posed and Yuri nodded.

“What’d he say?” Pavel asked as he unclasped his hands and leaned forward.

“He and his partner spied on a Kulagin meeting in Volgograd.”

“Are they insane?” Abram asked.

“They were and his partner was killed. The kid escaped and made it to the American embassy.”

“Endicott told you,” Pavel said.

“Yes.”

“I trust him,” Abram added.

“Me too, that’s why you’re both here.”

“Anything concrete?” Pavel asked.

“There never is; that’s the nature of our business but he gathered from the tone of Kulagin’s speech that he seeks to do something at the summit.”

“The two presidents?”

“It’s possible,” Your replied.

“Assassination?” Abram wondered.

“The kid seemed to suggest kidnapping. Who knows but anything is possible with those crazy Stalinists. They’re beyond fanatics.”

“Are we headed to Kerch? That’s kind of out of our territory,” Pavel asked.

“It is and no we’re not headed to Kerch. Officially we’re not to leave Moscow unless the mayor requests our presence,” Yuri reminded them and they nodded.

“Then what are we going to do?” Abram asked.

“It’s kind of tricky and we have to do it without arousing any suspicions.” Pavel held out both palms asking for an explanation.

“Berenelov is at his villa in the country. He didn’t go with Deniken.”

“You think he’s a target?” Abram asked.

“If Kulagin intends to move against Deniken then Berenelov has to be neutralized,” Yuri said softly.

“I don’t like the way you said neutralized,” Abram said.

“I don’t either so we need to move but we have to do it very cautiously,” Yuri said.

“When?” Pavel asked.

“Tonight.”

“How?” Abram asked.

“I have your instructions written down. We can’t leave Moscow together. We’ll meet up again out of the city and proceed to the target,” Yuri said.

“See you tonight,” Pavel said as he and Abram left the office. When they were gone Yuri cleaned his .38. He preferred it to a larger gun for the simplicity and ease of concealment. He packed a small duffel bag then sat down and wrote a note to his wife explaining why he wouldn’t be coming home again. He gave it to Catherine with instructions to deliver it to his wife if he should be killed. He then told her good-bye and left.

CHAPTER TWO

The White House in Washington D.C. is home to the President and his/her family. It was completed in 1800 and has been the residence of the President from John Adams until today. George Washington selected the site for the White House but never actually lived there. It has undergone many additions and restorations over the years and today it covers 55,000 square feet with 132 rooms including 35 bathrooms, 412 doors, 147 windows, 28 fireplaces, 8 staircases and 3 elevators. It covers 18 acres and is 70 feet high, 170 wide and 85 feet deep. Inside on a daily basis is a flurry of activity as dozens of White House staffers work feverishly for the President. On this day there is rapid movement and a hundred things are being done to prepare for the President’s trip to The Ukraine.

“Ma’am, we have everything you asked for packed and ready to go,” Bonnie Fletcher said out of breath as she spoke with President Lexington in the Oval Office. She’d been on the run since six am making sure everything was perfect for the trip.

“That’s fine, Bonnie, but you need to relax, it’s just a trip abroad. It’s not that big a deal.”

“Ma’am, this is a crucial meeting between Russia and the United States. It is a big deal.”

“If you say so.”

“Ma’am…”

“Bonnie, I get it. It’s important but I’m not one to get flustered over things.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Bonnie was the President’s personal assistant. It was Bonnie who saw that the President was ready for meetings, ready for lunch, ready to meet with congressional people and finally ready for bed. Bonnie’s residence was in the White House. She’d been an aide to the President when she was Governor of Maine. Ellen had brought her along to Washington because quite frankly she’d be lost without Bonnie.

“Madam President, we have a problem,” Kent Bridger said as he stuck his head into the Oval Office. He was the press secretary and was responsible for projecting the right image for the public to see and hear.

“What is it, Kent?” She said not looking up from her desk where she was reading something.

“Senator Miles wants to ride on Air Force One.”

“Well, he can’t. He was told months ago that his place was on the second plane with the baggage.”

“He won’t be happy.”

“He’s never happy, all he does is whine about one thing or another.”

“I’ll tell him, Ma’am.” Kent started to leave.

“Kent, tell him nicely and praise him for his service. He likes to be petted as much as my Boston terrier.” Kent smiled.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Ma’am, can I interrupt?” Appointments secretary Carmen Hernandez asked as she poked her head into the office.

“There’s nothing to interrupt, Carmen, come on in and have a seat.”

“You have a visitor.” Ellen cringed because she thought she knew who it was.

“Who?”

“Valerie Jensen.”

“Oh, God, not again. She does know that this is my office and not hers.”

“I hope so, Ma’am.”

“Send her in,” Ellen said with a sigh.”

“You can see the President now, Madam Speaker.” Valerie Jensen was the Speak of the House and thus had a very powerful position in the government. She projected herself as all powerful and that was her way. She was a self-appointed megalomaniac and didn’t care who knew it.

“Hello, Madam President,” Valerie said as she strutted into the room. She was fifty and had worked her way up to Speaker after twenty-four years in the house. She was ruthless, ambitious, an egomaniac and the wrong person to alienate. Ellen didn’t like her… no one liked her but they respected her power. Ellen, Valerie and Charley Miles were all Republicans but they didn’t see eye to eye on much of anything.

“Come in, Valerie.” There was a professional courtesy that they showed each other but nothing approaching friendship or even mutual respect.

“I read the itinerary.”

“And,” Ellen said as she waited for Valerie’s latest complaint.

“Where am I on the program?”

“An interested visitor.”

“Why am I not giving a speech?”

“Because it’s a meeting between the two chief executives.”

“But surely my position of power in the congress merits some recognition.”

“And we recognize you every day, Valerie, for your service and dedication.”

“Cut the crap, Ellen, we all know how you got here.”

“Yes, we do, Valerie, as you never tire of reminding me and the rest of the country.” Ellen had been the running mate of Amos Clark. He was a Republican Senator from Indiana, a hard-core conservative. He needed a balance and he chose the progressive governor of Maine, Ellen Lexington. They barely saw one another during the campaign as there was a mutual distrust. After the election they saw less of each other. She was invited to one state dinner during the two plus years she was vice-president and she was never in the Oval Office while Amos Clark was President. He died of a heart attack after two years and one month in office. Suddenly the one term governor from Maine was President. Not surprisingly, the press dubbed her “Her Accidency.”

“Just reminding you.”

“As you do frequently.”

“Yes, because I think the U.S. should be represented by someone with experience, a track record of success and a series of election victories on their own.”

“I see, well, that’s quite a clever argument but I am the President. However, it happened I am the chief executive and you are not so, no you won’t give a speech,” Ellen pronounced and Valerie stood up fuming.

“You’ll regret this.”

“I have no doubt but the issue is settled. You’ll be glad to know that you can still ride on Air Force One if you like.”

“Good at least there’ll be someone on board who deserves to be there.”

“Good-bye, Valerie.” The Speaker left in a hurry and Ellen sat down at her desk.

“Trent would like a word, Ma’am,” Carmen said. Trent Wilson was the head of the White House Secret Service detail.

“Send him in, Carmen.”

“Ma’am, I don’t like the arrangements at the meeting in Kerch. There are too many people around and we won’t have a large enough presence. I don’t trust your security to foreign protection.”

“We’re limited to the number of secret service people we can bring. That was part of the agreement.”

“I know that Ma’am, but I’m worried. There are renegade elements in Russia and we’re just across the border and to add to it, the feeling in the Eastern Ukraine is very pro-Russian.”

“I’m aware of that but I think it’ll be okay.”

“If you say so, Ma’am, but I’m still worried.”

“We’ll get through it, Trent.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He left but was still unsure.

“Bonnie, am I still on for my appointment with Clarise Wallace this afternoon?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good, I need to speak with someone who has something positive to say… even if they’re wrong.”

“What do you mean wrong?”

“Just kidding.” The President had lunch and waited for Clarise to show up. She was a domestic advisor and did have a Pollyanna view of the world.

“Clarise is here, Ma’am,” Bonnie said.

“Hello, Clarise. Please have a seat.”

“Thank you, Madam President.”

“What’s on the agenda today?”

“Abandoned spouses.”

“What do you mean?”

“Did you read that paper I sent you last week?”

“Clarise, it was three hundred pages. I don’t have time to read that much. Can you summarize it for me?”

“I think so. There’s a growing problem in this country.”

“Yes, there are many of those.”

“I know but I have one that is very disturbing to me.”

“Okay, go ahead.”

“It’s about the abuse of women.”

“Men have been abusing women for decades,” Ellen reminded her.

“For centuries,” Clarise added.

“Okay, you’re right but I was referring to recent times.” Clarise stopped and took a breath. She was a person of passion, almost pure passion and when she hit a topic that irked her, she’d pace, wring her hands, talk non-stop all with fascial and hand gestures. It was her exclamation point. “Try and relax, Clarise… take a breath.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” She breathed in and wiggled her fingers which was her warm –up.

“Go on, I want to hear your ideas.”

“Recent laws in many states have attempted to prevent physical abuse of women stuck in bad relationships.”

“And that’s good I take it?”

“Yes, but now the men are finding another way to get around the law and still punish their wives and girlfriends.”

“How?” Ellen asked.

“Make them homeless.”

“You mean kick them out?”

“Exactly. They don’t have to pay alimony; they don’t go to jail for abuse and they get rid of their partner so they can be alone or go on to someone else.”

“And of course, the men are usually the breadwinner and in many if not most cases the house or the apartment is in the man’s name.”

“Yes, Madam President. So, the man does not break any laws and he gets what he wants plus he makes his partner’s life miserable.”

“Well that’s unacceptable. What are you proposing?”

“Garnish their wages, provide housing, food, clothes, whatever it takes.”

“So, these jilted women become a ward of the state?”

“Only temporarily, Madam President.”

“Explain.”

“They’d be given temporary housing and food vouchers until they get on their feet. If they have jobs then they’ll be on their own after a couple of months.”

“If no job?”

“We find one for them.”

“Kids, what if he throws the kids out too?”

“Then it gets complicated.”

“I’ll say.”

“Madam President, we have to help these women.”

“I agree but now we need a strategy. You need to meet with Darin Waters, my legislative liaison. You two can work out the framework for a bill.”

“Thank you, Madam President.”

“Anytime, Clarise.” Clarise got up to leave then turned to Ellen.

“Enjoy your trip abroad.”

“I hope so,” Ellen said as she returned to her desk. “Well that wasn’t exactly Pollyanna Clarise,” Ellen said then chuckled. There wasn’t much chuckle time for the President of the United States. The responsibility was overwhelming. As vice-President her day was one of boredom on top of more boredom from the previous day followed by more boredom the next day. She cut ribbons, read to kindergarten classes, met with spelling bee champions and attended funerals that the President couldn’t fit into his schedule. She knew that when she agreed to run for the second spot so, it wasn’t a surprise but that didn’t make it any less stifling. Now, as President for the last ten months every day was on the precipice of crisis. She wasn’t complaining but it was demanding and at the end of the day she was exhausted.

“Ma’am, it’s your husband,” Bonnie said from the doorway to the oval office.

“Oh, yeah, I forgot about that guy. I wonder what became of him.”

“He married the President then disappeared,” a voice replied.

“Hello, Don.” Ellen said as she got up from her desk and they hugged. They met in college and married after they both finished law school. She was a civil litigator and he was a criminal lawyer for a big firm in D.C. His schedule was less packed than hers but he was gone to New York and Chicago frequently which meant their time together was rare… two kids, Shelly (Michelle) and Brian. She was seventeen and he fourteen. They attended a private academy in D.C. and saw their mother on occasion when she was in the Whitehouse. Their father even less because he was out of town so often or holed up in his office preparing a case for trial. In their own way the two children had begun to accept their fate and lived with it… not happily but it wasn’t up to them. No, being President was not conducive to a healthy family life.

“How’s the commander in chief?”

“Busy, buried in things to do, tired, etc.”

“I can imagine, you know there should be a day every week that you just take off. When I was a kid the town doctor was always off on Thursday. He took every Thursday off no matter what. He deserved it and I don’t think anyone held it against him.”

“Sounds like a great story but I’m lucky to have time for lunch.”

“Sit down, babe,” Don said and they took chairs across from one another.

“How is the Stern case going?”

“Not bad, I think I can get a plea of manslaughter. Maybe he’ll be out in ten years or even less.”

“Good for him.”

“Are you ready for your trip?”

“I guess so. You know, I’ll miss being President and having someone pack my suitcases for me. Bonnie does all that now.”

“Maybe I can borrow her for my next trip to Chicago.” Ellen grinned and leaned back to rest.

“She doesn’t come cheap.” Don chuckled then looked at his wife

“You look tired.”

“I am.”

“Heavy is the head that wears the crown.”

“Funny,” She said with her eyes closed.

“Are you worried about the summit?”

“It’s not an official summit, haven’t you read the papers,” she said with a grin.

“When the Presidents of Russia and the United States meet, it’s a summit.”

“Touché.”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry to interrupt.”

“That’s okay, Bonnie we were just solving all the world’s problems,” Ellen said as she sat up and moved to the edge of her chair. Don chuckled and smiled.

“Promise Academy called and Brian is in the principal’s office.”

“So soon, it’s only been three days since he was last in trouble,” Ellen said.

“I’ll go,” Don said. If Ellen went it would mean a caravan of cars with secret service agents everywhere, sirens and the works. Don would go with his usual five agents and no sirens.

“Thanks.” Ellen said and Don left. “Sometimes I wish I weren’t President, Bonnie, if nothing else for the children.”

“No, Ma’am, the country needs you.”

“Loyalty, Bonnie?”

“No, Ma’am, oh yes, I’m loyal to you but it’s bigger than that. This country has needed the wisdom of a woman at the helm for a long time and now we have that.” Ellen looked at Bonnie and nodded as she grinned.

“You sound like Will Rogers.”

“Who?” Ellen sighed.

“Bonnie, we need to talk more,” Ellen said grinning.

CHAPTER THREE

“President Deniken, may I have a word with you?”

“Certainly, Vasily, come in and join me for tea.”

“Thank you,” Vasily Boronovitch said as he sat down and poured himself a cup. Vasily was an aide to the Russian President, his press secretary and domestic advisor. The Russian president had fewer people attending, because there was less of a need and it was harder to find people to trust in Russia. That may seem like a comment born of American jingoism but it was simply the fact and President Deniken or any Russian president would be the first to echo agreement.

“Are we ready for this thing?”

“I hope so, sir.”

“Security?”

“Heavy, we have sixteen agents.”

“That’s all; Zhadonov won’t be happy. Vladimir Zhadonov was head of security for President Deniken.

“He’s never happy.”

“No, he’s not,” Sergei said and laughed.

“That’s all that was allowed.”

“It’ll have to do. I can see the need to pare back so it doesn’t look like we’re scared of violence. The American Secret Service isn’t happy about the number either.”

“Should we be doing this in an area that is largely pro-Russian?”

“Would you rather we do it in a pro-western area?”

“Well, to be frank, sir, yes I would.” Sergei nodded agreement.

“Yes, I suppose we should admit that the west can control their people better than we control ours.”

“Melenkov wanted to come along and sit next to you.” Sergei shook his head and grinned. Viktor Melenkov was an opposition leader who trumpeted the extreme pro-Russian stance that included nearly all of what Kulagin wanted.

“Big surprise.”

“He wants your job, sir.”

“I know, they all do.”

“He’s dangerous, sir. If something happens to you, I don’t know if Berelenov can handle him.” Vladimir Berelenov was the prime minister and second in line of succession in Russia. He was a good man but kind of weak willed and easily bullied.

“Yes, he’s dangerous and so is Kulagin and his band of idiots.”

“We should arrest them both until the meeting is over and the treaty is signed,” Vasily suggested.

“That’s what they’d do if either one was in my chair. Remember they are both Stalinists.”

“Yes, and I know it’d send the wrong message but they’d like to see you dead sir.”

“So, would my wife sometimes.”

“Sir, I’m serious.”

“I know, Vasily, but we’ll have to do things by the law and hope for the best.”

“I’d take a bullet for you, sir, anytime.”

“Don’t, I’ll just duck instead.”

“Yes, sir.” They finished the day’s work together and a few times during the afternoon when he was busy Sergei would stop and think about what Vasily had said about taking a bullet and he’d shake his head and sigh. Had it come to that in Russia? Did he have a target on his back? Yes, sadly that was true.

* * *

“How many?”

“Two,” Victor Melenkov answered. He was meeting with a man clandestinely in a small coffee house in Volgograd complete with sunglasses, trench coats and hats pulled over their eyes. Great spy stuff right out of a James Bond novel but they felt it necessary and it worked.

“Is that enough?”

“Yes, I have good people and they’ll take out the Russian security people in the car.”

“And the American Secret Service?”

“Your guys will have to do that.”

“Good enough, they can.”

“Transportation is all set?”

“Yes, everything is ready, stop acting like a frightened school girl,” Kulagin said.

“Look, if this backfires, I’ll go to the gallows and so will you.”

“I know that. Risks are part of anything worth doing.”

“I’ll be in Moscow in Deniken’s office awaiting your word that he’s dead.”

“I thought you were going with him to Kerch?”

“I made a play for it but luckily he said no so now I have an excuse to be in Moscow.”

“Well done,” Kulagin said.

“What if we aren’t successful?”

“I have plans for that eventuality.”

“And, we wouldn’t survive under those plans I am guessing,” Melenkov posed.

“Then for our sakes let’s hope we’re successful,” Andrei said and his confederate walked out of the building.

* * *

“Trent, I don’t like our reduced numbers,” Johnny Rodriguez said as they sat in Trent’s office discussing security on the upcoming trip to Kerch.

“I hate it. We’re vulnerable, Johnny, and I don’t feel good about it at all.

“It’s going to be a dickens with a large crowd. The building is small.”

“I know but things are set. We don’t make the rules.”

“What about Wheaton?”

“What about him?”

“He’s kind of pushy.” Val Wheaton was a new guy just transferred over from the FBI and he was full of himself. We know how to do things in the FBI and you losers in the Secret Service are just lap dogs. That sort of mentality.

“Maybe but he does a good job. You agree with that don’t you?”

“Oh, sure, he’s grade A but the other guys aren’t crazy about him.”

“Jealous, are they?”

“A little I suppose,” Johnny said.

“Why?”

“He’s a suck up.” Trent laughed.

“Yeah, I guess he is but, in this town, you need to be a suck up. When Lyndon Johnson was Senate majority leader, he told a young senator that if he wanted to be successful in Washington he’d need to learn to suck up and suck up good.”

“I take it the young Senator was…”

“Yes, John Kennedy.”

“And, a few years later Kennedy was President and Johnson Vice-President, Kennedy was Johnson’s boss.”

“Right and who knows maybe someday Wheaton will be your boss,” Trent said laughing.

“Don’t remind me.”

“Okay, now here is the lineup for the plane, departure and arrival. We’ll work on the landing and the meeting on the plane.”

“Sounds good. I hope we’re ready since we leave in three days.”

“Me too, Johnny, me too.”

* * *

“Where are we Deke?” General Walter Zumwalt asked as he came into the main room of North American Air Defense NORAD located underground at the Cheyenne Mountain Complex in Colorado.

“A bogie, sir, another computer glitch.”

“Damn, I’d like to stop those. I’d hate to go to war over a ghost missile.”

“Makes two of us, sir.”

“Where’d it happen?”

“Over Alaska, sir.”

“Again?”

“Yes, sir, and we just replaced that unit six weeks ago.”

“Get a team up there.”

“I already sent them, sir.”

“Good job, Deke.”

“General Zumwalt, sir,” Barbara Alton said as she walked from her terminal to the General’s. His was elevated so he could get a good look at everything.

“Yes, Lieutenant.”

“We’re picking up Russian sub movement.”

“Where?”

“In the Mediterranean.”

“Those guys are flexing their muscles coming up on the meeting in Kerch,” General Zumwalt remarked with a grin.

“Also, in the South Atlantic, sir.”

“Well, that’s odd. Any reason that you can think of that they might be doing that. Have they been stagnant the past few days?”

“Yes, sir, the past four weeks they haven’t moved an inch,” Barbara said.

“I don’t like that, sir” Deke said.

“I don’t either, let’s keep a close eye on them. Give me anything you have on our satellites tracking them.”

“Yes, sir,” Barbara said.

“Sir, may I have a word?” Jerry Fillmore asked.

“Certainly, Sergeant.”

“Sir, I’ve been studying some satellite images over the Russian interior.”

“And?” Walter asked.

“Well, sir, I’ve been doing this for about two months now.”

“Why?”

“I’m looking for any suspicious activity around their missile installations.”

“What have you seen?”

“It’s a lot of conjecture, sir.”

“I like conjecture, let’s have it. I trust your judgement, Sergeant, tell me what you’ve seen. Deke, you should see this too.” Deke came over to the general’s station as Sergeant Fillmore laid out some photographs.

“I thought everything was on a screen nowadays,” Deke posed.

“It is but I had these prints made so I could see them side by side. It helps with time frame and progression of movement.”

“Explain it to us,” Walter said after he glanced at the photos.”

“Sir, this is their Kapustin Yar launch site south of Volgograd. They have two hundred missiles there.”

“What are we looking for?”

“Sir, using the satellite photos coupled with a few U2 pictures I see a pattern,” Jerry said.

“What pattern?”

“This car.”

“What about it?” Walter asked.

“Sir, I think they’re casing the joint.”

“You mean spying on the silo location?”

“Yes, sir. The car is always pointed in the direction of the entrance.”

“Surely, you don’t think they could enter somehow. Their security is tight, maybe not like here but it’s good and some mug in a car can’t waltz in there,” Walter said.

“I know, sir, but anything’s possible.”

“Like what for instance?”

“They could mock the electronic entrance code.”

“That’s possible?” Deke asked.

“In theory, sir. I don’t know how sophisticated their security is,” Jerry replied.

“Can ours be breached?” Walter asked.

“I doubt it, sir.”

“But you’re not absolutely certain.”

“No, sir, I’m not.”

“Wow,” Walter said.

“Could they have a guy on the inside?” Deke asked.

“I’ve thought about that too, sir.”

“Sergeant, what do you think it means, that car being there so many days?”

“Just conjecture, sir,” Jerry replied.

“What conjecture, sergeant. Speak your mind the General and I want to hear your theory,” Deke said. Jerry looked at Deke and the general then drew a long breath.

“Okay, sir, here goes. There are considerable Stalinist movements throughout Russia and they would like to expand Russia’s borders to match the old Soviet Union.”

“And The Ukraine would be the big prize,” Deke posed.

“Yes, sir.”

“So how do they get The Ukraine?” Walter asked.

“Sir, it would take an extreme situation,” Jerry said.

“Explain,” Walter said. Jerry was nervous and especially nervous about talking to General Zumwalt. He took a deep breath and sighed as preparation for his theory.

“Nuclear blackmail, sir.”

“A face off with Russia, is that what you’re suggesting, Sergeant?”

“Yes, sir, or at least the possibility.”

“You get this from those pictures of a car on a hill overlooking the silo entrance?” Deke asked.

“Not just that, sir. The President of the United States and Russia will be at the meeting in Kerch. Security is not as tight as it should be, sir. In my opinion, sir,” Jerry said.

“Are you suggesting an assassination attempt on both Presidents, Sergeant?” Walter asked.

“I’m not sure, sir, but I was actually thinking more of a kidnapping.” Walter and Deke looked at one another.

“You’re kidding I hope,” Deke said.

“No, sir, I’m serious. I don’t know if it’s possible but I think that may be their aim,” Jerry said.

“Boy, Sergeant, you don’t hold back do you?” Walter asked.

“No, sir.”

“Your concern is duly noted, Sergeant. You need to keep this to yourself. No one else can know about any of this,” Deke said.

“Yes, sir,” Jerry said then returned to his station.

“What do you think?” Walter asked.

“Sounds incredible but…”

“But what?”

“I don’t think we should dismiss what he said out of hand.” They looked at one another and Deke nodded.

* * *

“Colonel are you worried about an attack?” Lieutenant Igor Radinsky asked his commanding officer at the Kapustin Yar launch site that Jerry Fillmore was surveilling.

“No more than usual. Colonel Mikhail Azarov replied.

“You’re not worried, sir?”

“I’m always worried, Lieutenant. Our job is to worry every day. We’re on the edge of disaster every minute in this complex and our American counterparts are in the same fix. We have the power to destroy the Earth so, yes, I worry and so should we all.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Why did you ask?”

“We’ve picked up U.S. missile launches… tests only but it’s worrying.”

“I hope so, I shudder to think of the day when it doesn’t worry you.”

“The number of tests caught my attention.”

“How many?”

“Usually, it is around five a month but the last two months it’s been fourteen and twenty-one.” Azarov came to attention at that with a stern look.

“All over the pole I assume,” Azarov said.

“Yes, sir.”

“What do you make of it?”

“I’m not certain, sir. They could be testing a new device or a new tracking system and that’d require multiple launches.” Azarov nodded.

“Yes, I agree, well keep a very close eye on any future tests and keep me informed of any changes.”

“Yes, sir.” The lieutenant returned to his workplace and Colonel Azarov contemplated what he’d been told and slipped into deep thought trying to make sense out of it.

CHAPTER FOUR

“Are we ready?” Justin asked.

“I think so.” Jozette said.

“The luggage is all on board,” Andy said. Ariel had charted a large passenger van to take them to the airport and contracted two men to carry everything. From the house to the van and from the van to the terminal. They were waiting by the front door to depart, all except… well you know.

“Does she know we have a flight to catch?” Jozette asked.

“I told her to step on it,” Justin said.

“And her response was,” Andy asked.

“Cram it Justin,” he said and they all laughed. The girls had said their good-byes an hour ago and left for the mall. Will drove them. They thought it was better to avoid a gushing scene and they were probably right.

“I’m ready,” Belinda said at the top of the stairs and they all stood watching as the princess made one of her legendary entrances.

“That’s nice,” Andy said under his breath and Jozette nudged him so he didn’t set Belinda off on a tirade. It didn’t take much to get her in a bad mood then everyone would suffer.

“Here I come,” Belinda announced then began the slow walk down the stairs. She was wearing the shortest shorts possible, a halter top that barely contained her up top wares, six-inch heels, large silver hoop earrings and large pink sunglasses. Her cleavage was sprinkled with red and silver glitter like always as she sashayed down the stairs with one hand on her hip. Lexi and Tatiana grinned while Jozette rolled her eyes. Belinda shook and wiggled all the way down and it was a sight to see because it wasn’t possible to explain it to someone. It had to be seen. At the bottom she let out a large sigh and smiled from ear to ear.

“What’s my name?” Warren whispered to Ariel and she poked him in the ribs and chuckled.

“I bet the Ukrainians have never seen anything like that before,” Dave said and there was laughter.

“I see you’re dressed for the occasion,” Tatiana said.

“What occasion?” Andy asked and got a look from Belinda.

“You look gorgeous,” Tatiana said and she and Belinda went to the van arm in arm.

“Do you think you might be a little over the top on your wardrobe, Lind?” Jozette asked.

“I think I look fine,” Belinda said then put her nose in the air.

“I know that, you’re always beautiful, no one would ever question that but it might be a matter of where we’re going and who we’re meeting,” Jozette added.

“Shouldn’t the President see how beautiful I am?”

“Lind, you look beautiful in jeans, sweatshirt and tennis shoes,” Jozette said, “but it might be a question of decorum.”

“Well, I like the way I look.” That was the end of the discussion as they pulled into the airport.

“Let’s get through security first, it might take some time,” Justin suggested and he was right. It was an hour then they waited in their section for boarding, which was another hour.

“Are you excited?” Ariel asked Warren.

“About meeting the President.”

“Yes.”

“I already met the President and I talked to him too,” Warren said.

“When?”

“Teddy Roosevelt in 1904,” Warren whispered and Ariel chuckled. They sat holding hands and she laid her head on his shoulder.

“I love you, Warren.”

“And I love you, Ariel.”

“I’m sure glad you came back with us.”

“I’m glad every day.”

It should be noted here that the group, that at the time included Justin, Belinda, Andy, Jozette, Dave, Tatiana, Ariel, Little Wolf, Julieta and Darcy went back in time to 1907, (see the book Voices for clarification) where they picked up Warren, Sterling and Mason and brought them back to the present. Thus, the cryptic phrase by Ariel ‘glad you came back with us’.

“Are you going to tell her about your work?”

“If I have the chance but I think I’ll let her bring up the subject.”

“Very wise… you know Dave and Sol are the only ones who can understand what you’re doing or what you’re saying when you get started.”

“I know.”

“Then why do you go on about your work when you know the rest of us don’t understand?”

“Justin understands the basic theory and Andy and Will to a lesser extent and of course Little Wolf.”

“It must be nice to be so smart.”

“It is.”

“Warren.”

“Sorry but thank you for calling me smart and it must be nice to be so nice.”

“What are you talking about?”

“You and how generous you are.”

“It’s easy to be generous when you have millions.”

“But some people have millions and keep it all. You help people who need it and that’s special to me. I’m proud to be married to you, Ariel.”

“And, I’m proud of my eccentric scientist husband.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It was but you haven’t answered my question.”

“Oh, yes, well, I would like to tell her about it because if I’m successful the military will take over quickly.”

“Why?”

“To weaponize it, the principle anyway. Sending high voltage electricity over long distances through the air opens endless possibilities for weapons.”

“I see and you hope to get to the President first and head off the military?”

“Something like that.”

“Good luck to my genius husband.”

“I’m going to quit while I’m ahead.”

“Good, now go get me a package of gum, please.”

“I’m off,” Warren said as he headed to the gift shop.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” Belinda said and left.

“Can you believe those shorts?” Jozette asked Andy softly.

“I can’t believe any of it.”

“She needs to look respectable; wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yes, I do.”

“I know she’s gorgeous and likes to show off and I love that about her but not on this trip.”

“Good luck telling her that,” Andy said.

“She looks like an escort,” Jozette said. “It makes the rest of us look cheap and trashy.” Belinda was walking back and she’d been crying.

“What’s wrong?” Tatiana asked as she got up and went to her friend. Many years ago, Belinda had saved Tatiana from a dark period of depression after her baby died. Since then Belinda was something special for Tatiana. She always came to Belinda’s side in any argument and she looked after her physically and emotionally when needed. They sat down and Belinda lowered her head. Tatiana put her arm around her friend’s shoulder.

“What happened, Lind?” Jozette asked. Belinda frustrated Jozette at times but if anyone gave Belinda any grief Jozette was ready to do battle. Belinda looked up at Jozette and Tatiana with wet eyes.

“I was in the bathroom and these two women who saw me earlier were standing at the mirror and they didn’t know I was in the stall.”

“What happened?” Jozette asked.

“They said I was a cheap slut and a whore for dressing the way I did. They said they wanted to catch me alone and beat me senseless. Why would they say that?” Then she broke down crying. Tatiana hugged her and Jozette patted Belinda’s knee. Jozette had a look on her face and got up to find the two women.

“Jo, not now,” Tatiana said and Jozette sat back down. Belinda sat up and wiped her eyes.

“Do I look like a cheap slut?” Belinda asked. Jozette and Tatiana looked at one another.

“Cards on the table?” Jozette asked.

“Yes,” Belinda said.

“Not cheap, I’d say a high-class call girl… two thousand a night minimum,” Jozette said. Belinda looked at Tatiana and she nodded agreement.

“I didn’t think about where we were going when I was dressing. I am dressed like a tramp. I’m sorry girls. I feel awful now, Justin must be embarrassed to be with me.”

“Honey, Justin is proud to be with you every day,” Tatiana said.

“I look embarrassing to all of you but no one had the nerve to say anything.”

“Lind, have you ever seen yourself in a fit of anger. No one wants to risk that if it can be avoided,” Jozette said.

“So, I’m a crazy, screaming, lunatic, bitch?”

“Well, not lunatic,” Jozette said with a grin.

“Then I’m a crazy, screaming…”

“Honey, relax,” Tatiana said. “Don’t get worked up over this.”

“I do, sometimes don’t I?”

“You do,” Jozette said.

“It’s that Italian thing, I guess,” Belinda said in a moment of self-reflection.

“I don’t know what it is but it’s frightening to all around,” Tatiana said chuckling and Belinda grinned.

“But I can’t change, my luggage is on the plane.”

“We can fix that,” Ariel said and they looked up to see her standing a few feet away. “I was listening, sorry.”

“I guess I get loud sometimes,” Belinda said.

“Sometimes?” Ariel said and they all four laughed.

“There’s a clothing shop around the corner. Tatiana can help you find something and I have a credit card with a fifty-thousand-dollar limit.” They laughed again then Belinda, Tatiana and Ariel left to fix the wardrobe problem.

“Well, that crisis can be averted I see,” Andy said.

“Yes, thanks,” Justin said. “I saw what she was wearing laid out on the bed this morning but I was afraid to say anything.”

“I thought she was getting better about holding back her outbursts,” Jozette said.

“She is, it’s not like it used to be but she’s still Belinda,” Justin replied.

“There’s only one of her, that’s for sure.”

“Thank goodness,” Justin said and Jozette laughed.

“Here she comes.”

“What a change.”

“We’re back,” Belinda said and she had her trademark smile. Belinda now wore shorts between her waist and knees, a pretty blue top, modest heels, no sunglasses, stud earrings and less whorish makeup.

“Lind, you look very nice,” Jozette said.

“You do, Miss Belinda,” Julieta said as she walked over to Belinda and put her arm around the much shorter Belinda. At five two Belinda often resembled a little sister to the five ten Jozette and five eleven Lexi. Julieta was five seven and Tatiana five six. Jozette always thought that Belinda’s diminutive size played into her loud and bombastic demeanor. Like a runt puppy that yaps louder so it can be heard. She never told Belinda her runt puppy thoughts to avoid setting her off but she was certain it was a factor.

“Thanks, I actually feel better. The shoes hurt my feet and the shorts were so tight I couldn’t breathe.” There was mild laughter. “I’m sorry I was dressed the way I was earlier. I owe everyone an apology.”

“You don’t owe anyone an apology, honey,” Tatiana said as she gave Belinda a quick hug.

“I vote we move on and board the plane,” Little Wolf said as he read the screen that it was time to board their charter and thought it was a good segue to help Belinda, whom he liked very much. They all found seats, first class of course and settled in for the trip to Washington D.C. There were groups of four seats in pairs facing each other. Warren and Ariel sat alone, which was their preference since they weren’t social animals. Tatiana and Dave sat across from Jozette and Andy which left Justin and Belinda across from Julieta and Little Wolf. Belinda had a thousand questions so she made sure Justin and she were across from the man with all the answers. Little Wolf was a wealth of knowledge and Dave and Justin were also well versed in history and international politics, Little Wolf was patient with Belinda and she liked to hear things from him. She sat down with her legs crossed and cupped hands on her knee then let out a sigh and smiled at Little Wolf. He was caught off guard and looked at Justin who grinned then leaned back and closed his eyes.

“You’re on, professor,” Justin said chuckling. Little Wolf turned to Julieta and she nodded towards Belinda.

“Okay, what about this Stalin guy?” Belinda asked.

“What?”

“Stalin, you said we’d continue talking about things on the plane ride. Well, here we are,” Belinda said.

“Ah, yes, now I remember, well, Joseph Stalin was a part of the Russian Revolution,” Little Wolf started.

“What’s that?”

“Russia is a very old nation and for centuries they were ruled by Tsars.”

“What’s a Tsar?”

“He’s like a King. He rules until he dies then his son becomes the Tsar.”

“What about daughters?”

“The oldest male always became Tsar first.”

“What if he didn’t have any sons?”

“Then the oldest female would rule.”

“She would be the Tsar?”

“Yes, except she was called Tsarina.”

“Were the Tsars bad?”

“Some were and some were good.”

“Is there a Tsar in Russia today?”

“No, that ended in 1917.”

“Why?”

“The Tsars had ruled for many years and the last royal family, called the Romanovs, ruled from 1613 until 1917.”

“Wow, so why did they get rid of the Tsars?”

“It was an old form of government that had outlived its usefulness. The Tsars were out of touch with the people. There were millions of Russians who were starving while the aristocrats lived in luxury.”

“What’s an aristocrat?”

“They were the wealthy landowners. Their families went back hundreds of years and the upper classes ruled over the lower classes.”

“Was that bad?”

“Not all the time but the rich are never very concerned about the poor.”

“So, what happened?”

“A group of people formed a party called the Bolsheviks. They were led by a man named Lenin and other guys such as Stalin and Trotsky plus many more. In 1917 the Russian people had had enough of being hungry and they revolted. The Bolsheviks led them and the Tsar was forced to abdicate.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means he had to give up his position as Tsar.”

“What happened to him?”

“He, his wife, his four daughters and one son were imprisoned.”

“Why?”

“The Bolsheviks thought if they were left loose, they might try and raise their own army and get back in power.”

“I see and what happened to them?” Little Wolf looked at Justin and he nodded for Little Wolf to tell her. Belinda had a childlike naiveté and violence wasn’t something she liked or understood. Yes, she had faced death with her friends and had seen people killed but the specter of political slaughter by the hundreds and thousands was something she couldn’t understand.

“A year and half later in July of 1918 they were all shot.”

“The children too?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“To show there was no going back to the old ways.”

“That’s terrible.”

“Yes, but people would argue that under the Tsars millions starved to death and were shot by the Tsars’ police and that was terrible.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” Belinda said and looked out the window for a moment. Little Wolf looked at Julieta thinking that Belinda might have had her curiosity peeked and he could rest. “Okay, now, did this Stalin guy have anything to do with killing them?” Justin chuckled and Little Wolf sighed.

“No, he was sort of out of the way at the time.”

“When did he become important?”

“Well, after the tsar was overthrown there was another man who led Russia, named Kerensky.”

“Was he good?”

“I guess so but he wanted to continue Russia’s involvement in World War I and the people did not want that.”

“So, he didn’t last.”

“That’s right, Miss Belinda, you’re picking things up fast.” Belinda smiled and wiggled like a school girl.

“Who took over for that Keren… guy?”

“Lenin took over and the first Communist nation was born.”

“Where was Stalin?”

“He was there and kind of waiting in the wings.”

“What does that mean?”

“Well, Stalin knew that Lenin’s health was fragile. So, Stalin just waited and did whatever he could to ingratiate himself to Lenin.”

“What does ingratiate mean?”

“It means you kind of suck up and brown nose.”

“Ah, I see. So, what happened next?”

“In 1924 Lenin had a stroke and died.”

“Did Stalin take over?”

“Not right away it took about four years.”

“Why?”

“Stalin had a rival in Trotsky and they battled for power. Finally, Trotsky fled the country to save his skin and Stalin took over in 1928.”

“How long did he rule Russia?”

“Until he died in 1953.”

“What did he do that has people liking him today?”

“He expanded Russia’s borders by taking over countries and after World War II he took over all of Eastern Europe.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that. Was it still called Russia?”

“No, it became known as the Soviet Union.”

“Was Stalin bad?”

“Yes, very bad.”

“Why?”

“He was a paranoid psychopath.”

“Stanley Burnham was a psychopath, wasn’t he?”

“Yes.”

“And Stalin was like him?”

“Yes, but on a much larger scale.”

“What does paranoid mean?”

“People who are paranoid think someone or everyone is out to get them.”

“What did Stalin do that was so bad?”

“He thought people were trying to assassinate him so he conducted purges.”

“What’s that?”

“He would have his secret police arrest people by the thousands all over the Soviet Union and have them executed.”

“How many?”

“It’s hard to know for certain but estimates are as high as sixty million.”

“What? How is that possible?”

“It’s possible.”

“All those people murdered so, he was a bad man?

“Very bad.”

“Then why would he be liked by people today?”

“That’s a great question, Miss Belinda and I can only answer it by saying that Russia is different than the United States.”

“Because we’re good and they’re bad?”

“No, it has to do with their history and ours.”

“What do you mean?”

“In America we fought the British for our independence and the British invaded the East coast in 1812 but other than that no country has ever attacked the United States, at least the continental United States.”

“What does the continental thing mean?”

“There are forty-eight states that make up what is called The Continental United States. Alaska and Hawaii are states but Hawaii is in the Pacific Ocean and Alaska is way up northwest of Canada.”

“So, does that mean that Alaska or Hawaii were invaded after 1812?”

“Yes, during World War II, Japan attacked Hawaii on December 7, 1941 and they attacked Alaska on June 4, 1942.”

“Is that all?”

“That’s it.”

“Okay, go on about Russia.” Little Wolf looked over at Julieta who grinned that meant go on Brave, your student is clamoring for more. Little Wolf took a deep breath and continued the crash course in Russian history.

“So, the U.S. has a few instances of being invaded. Russia on the other hand has a long history of being invaded by other countries and thousands of civilians were killed. Cities were burned, churches, schools destroyed and whole towns were devastated. On occasion the violence came from within Russia and the Tsars had to restore order. The Tsars used extreme violence to keep the peace. The people liked that because there was order and they didn’t have to be afraid anymore. It was said that the Russian people longed to feel the whip. They wanted the government to take charge no matter how they did it. After the Tsars, the Communists did the same thing especially Stalin. After the Communists lost power in 1991 the old Soviet Union broke apart and places like The Ukraine achieved their independence. Many Russians want to get that territory back and they long for someone like Stalin to do that.”

“I see, I think I understand it better now. Thanks, Little Wolf.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Belinda.

* * *

“Nice of you to see me, Madam President,” Brian Lexington said as he sat on the couch in the Oval Office.

“I’ve been busy with pressing matters.”

“More important than your family… I get it.”

“No, you don’t get it and that’s the problem.”

“I know, you’re the President and have enormous responsibilities, I should stay in the wings and be a model son so you can worry about the things that really matter. I’m sorry if I’ve disappointed you, Mommy.”

“You can stop the wise remarks.”

“What will you do throw me in a military prison, put me on the no-fly list?”

“Why are you doing this, Brian?”

“Doing what?”

“Whatever you can to make my life miserable.”

“Because that’s what you’ve done to me and Shelly though she won’t say anything.”

“What exactly, have I done to you?”

“You made us both prisoners. We have guys crawling all over us wherever we go. We can’t have a normal life and have friends. I can’t go to the movies or a concert.”

“Sure, you can.”

“Yeah, with fifteen people all around me.”

“Would you like to be unprotected?”

“Yes, I would,” Brian snapped defiantly.

“Well, that’s not an option. The secret service won’t allow it.”

“Like I said, we’re prisoners.”

“I wish it were otherwise.”

“It could’ve been if you’d refused the ticket with Amos Clark.”

“The party needed me.”

“Your family needed you, what about us. Why couldn’t you just be satisfied with being governor of Maine?”

“I wanted more so I went for it. Sorry if that inconveniences you.”

“No, you’re not.” Ellen sat back and drew a breath then picked up the paper sent by the academy.

“The principal, Mr. Miles says you called your English teacher a bitch and threw your notebook at her.”

“That’s right.”

“I assume you have a reason.”

“Not a good one.”

“A bad one then.”

“She gave us an assignment and I didn’t like the idea of writing a paper.”

“So, you called her a name and tried to hit her with your notebook?”

“That’s right, Mommy.”

“Well, you’re kicked out for ten days.”

“Good, I hate being there anyway.”

“You have to make up all your homework.”

“I’d rather go back to Maine for ten days.”

“No, you’re staying here.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re acting like a jerk.”

“It’s not my fault, you put me in this situation.”

“Tough, get over it and stop feeling sorry for yourself.”

“I’ll go to the movies and the mall while you’re gone.”

“No, you won’t.”

“All I have to do is tell the secret service and they’ll run a detail with me.”

“Not this time.”

“Why not?”

“Because I left strict orders that you’re not to leave the premises under any circumstances.”

“That’s not fair. Can Shelly go places?”

“She can.”

“Why are you so arbitrary?”

“I’m not being arbitrary at all. She was good and you were bad. She gets privileges and you don’t.”

“You can’t do that.”

“I can do anything I want, I’m the President. You can go to your room now.” Brian left in a hurry mumbling under his breath and Ellen went back to her desk.

“Ma’am, it’s the First Gentleman,” Bonnie said as she peeked in the door way.

“Send him in, Bonnie.”

“Hi, I heard an earful from Brian, he’s full of anger,” Don said as he sat down on the couch.

“He’s full of it alright,” Ellen said and Don chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s for sure. He’s so bitter these days.”

“I don’t know what to do,” she said as she walked over and sat next to her husband.

“You knew that high office would bring on family complications.”

“Yeah, I knew… wait are you upset too?”

“No, I expected it. The first gentleman job is easy but taxing at the same time.”

“Do you feel emasculated?”

“I always felt that way with you.”

“What?”

“Kidding.”

“Do you get grief at the firm?”

“No, they understand. They’re all cold-hearted, cynical, heartless psychopaths. You know, lawyers.” Ellen laughed and she needed that. It was hard to juggle leading the most powerful nation in the world with family.

“You’re not going to let Brian sneak out while I’m gone, are you?”

“Of course not, I’ll let him invite his friends over and they can have an orgy in the blue room.”

“Don.”

“The green room?”

“Don, I’m serious.” He chuckled.

“I know and so am I. I’ll keep him here. He won’t like it but he’ll survive.”

“Thanks.”

“When I get back, we need a vacation back to Maine and the cabin on the ocean. The Falcon needs to fly on her own. Falcon was the code name the Secret Service gave to the President. Don was the Hawk; Shelly was Robin and Brian Sparrow. It wasn’t a well-guarded secret or anything like that, it was simply a method of referral between members of the security team.

“Sounds good.”

“But you don’t think it’ll happen.”

“No, I don’t. Something will come up to derail it. There’s always something.”

“I know,” she said and leaned her head back staring at the ceiling.

“Are you ready for your ten new friends?” Don asked.

“Why not?”

“You invited them to be with you for this trip. I hope you can stand them.”

“Things will be fine, Don,” Ellen said and got up and went back to her desk. Don got the message.

“I’m going to retire to my bedroom and read. Tell me when you’re leaving so I can say good-bye.”

“Okay,” Ellen said not looking up. She sat back for a moment. “What have I gotten myself into? Brian was right, I should’ve stayed governor of Maine. No, that would be a cop out, an easy trail with no comparable responsibility. I am President and that’s where I belong. I’m not sure I even convinced myself on that one but it’ll have to do. They’ll be arriving, we’ll board Air Force One and head for Kerch so, I need to get ready. Bonnie.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Is everything ready to go?”

“Yes, Ma’am except for any personal items you may want.”

“Sounds good, let’s get ready to leave on the chopper. The folks from Indiana should be at the airport in a few minutes.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” and they both gathered things and headed for the back door to get on the Presidential Helicopter.

CHAPTER FIVE

“This way,” a man in a gray suit said as the group landed at Joint Base Andrews in Washington D.C. It wasn’t really in D.C. but it was close. It was a base named after Frank Maxwell Andrews. He was commander of all Allied Forces in Europe during World War II until his plane crashed on an inspection tour in May of 1943. Dwight Eisenhower replaced him and made history as Supreme Commander of all Allied Forces in the European Theater of Operations during the War which could be the ultimate example of being in the right place at the right time.

“Let’s go,” Justin said and they followed him off the plane and into a van that would take them to Air Force One. The President always rode on Air Force One. They were ushered onto the plane and to their seating area. They passed through the most sophisticated metal detectors available and an X-ray machine. They were clean of course and sat down.

“I’m nervous,” Belinda said.

“Don’t be, Lind, I’m sure she’ll be taken with your beauty like everyone else,” Jozette said and Tatiana smiled.

“Very funny, Jo,” Belinda said with a smirk at her friend.

“What do you say to the President?” Andy asked.

“Hello, I’m Andy, glad to meet you,” Justin said and there was laughter.

“Wow, you and my wife are really funny today,” Andy said shaking his head.

“Sorry, Andy, look I don’t know what to say or how to act. I guess we should let her make the first move.”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“Is the President on board?” Belinda asked.

“No, the place would be crawling with secret service if she was,” Dave said.

“That’s right, you used to travel with the President. You were an advisor when we met you,” Jozette said.

“Yes, I was,” Dave said.

“Where does the President stay?” Belinda asked.

“There’s a suite in the back. She’ll be back there and you can’t get there so forget it. There are bathrooms for you guys up here.”

“Will she come to us or do we go back to her?” Belinda asked.

“It depends on what she wants and how they do things. Each President is different I’m sure,” Dave answered.

“I see flashing lights and a string of cars,” Ariel said.

“Then I’d say the President has arrived,” Warren said. They all went to the windows to peak out but saw very little as the limousines pulled right up to the plane and the President boarded in the rear. They sat down as the cars pulled away. They could hear the door being sealed and they sat in their seats almost at attention. A natural reaction I guess as they were all nervous even though Belinda was the only one who admitted it.

“I’m Agent Rodriguez and I’ll be in charge of all of you during this trip, on and off the plane.”

“Hello, Agent,” Justin said and offered a handshake.”

“We don’t shake… policy… sorry, no hard feelings.”

“Certainly not.”

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, please fasten your seat belts, we’ll be taking off in a moment.” Captain Ezra Smithhalen had been the pilot for three Presidents and he knew the routine. Get the plane ready for takeoff then check with the President. The Captain was in charge in the air but they didn’t take off until the Chief Executive said so.

“We’re taking off now, folks,” Agent Rodriguez said from behind them as he sat down and fastened his seat belt. There was a rule at Joint Base Andrews. No planes take off or land until Air Force One is airborne and on its way. The plane started down the runway and Belinda held onto Justin. He hated flying and though he had less fear than he used to have it was still an ordeal for him. The runway wasn’t bad but the initial climb was. He clenched up, closed his eyes and he breathed like an expectant mother in Lamaze class. Belinda wiped his brow and held on tight to get him through it. Jozette leaned over and patted his knee and he nodded appreciation.

“We’re leveling off,” Andy said as the plane started horizontal flight. Justin relaxed and opened his eyes.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your Captain again, you can unfasten your seatbelts and move around the cabin. Be aware that on Air Force One there are restricted areas. Read the signs and follow the directions carefully. Thank you.”

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Belinda said and left quickly. It was a given that wherever they were as a group Belinda always went to the bathroom first. Was that catering to the princess and her whims? Probably and was she a vainglorious twit sometimes? Yes, and should they have stood up to her and told her they would no longer let her get away with her egomaniacal shenanigans? Yes, of course and in any other social setting the members would’ve put their foot down. But never forget that Belinda was loved, even cherished and she had a deep affection for everyone in return and they all knew that. Was she high maintenance? Very high maintenance and then some but she was one of a kind if anything like that ever existed and they were all glad to be in her orbit. So, yes, she had special privileges that no one else had and they were all fine with that. After Belinda strutted back to her seat the rest followed in twos then returned to their seats as beverages were served. Water, iced tea, club soda and other sodas were the fare.

“I wish this was wine,” Jozette said.

“Well, I can fix that problem,” A voice said and they turned around and sat staring at the President of the United States.

“Madam President,” Jozette said as she stood up and the rest started to stand.

“Please sit down,” Ellen Lexington said and they did. “On the plane we’re less formal.”

“It’s an honor to meet you, Ma’am,” Dave said.

“And, I’m glad to meet all of you as well. I know quite a bit about each of you.” They looked at one another somewhat surprised except Dave. Ellen grinned and chuckled realizing the shock of people who just found out they’d been vetted. “The secret service does a thorough check of every aspect of your lives. You have to pass inspection before you can get on the plane or get close to me.”

“Did we pass?” Justin asked.

“I think so or you wouldn’t be here,” Ellen said grinning.

“When would you like to start our interview?” Justin said.

“Later, that stuff is boring. Why don’t you come back to my place and we’ll have a meal and some wine,” she said looking at Jozette.

“We accept your kind invitation,” Belinda said. Jozette rolled her eyes and Tatiana grinned.

“Oh, I know who you are. You’re Belinda Fanelli the fashion consultant. I’ve read your articles; good advice and I’ve been following it. Gee, I think you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” Ellen said shaking her head. “I’ve seen pictures of you but in person, boy your beauty is breathtaking.”

“Thank you, Madam President, I always try to look perfect and I always do.” Julieta looked at Little Wolf and grinned.

“I think she succeeds,” Ellen said as she glanced at the rest of the group who grinned and chuckled in various ways while Belinda clasped her hands on her knee and smiled from ear to ear. Jozette lowered head into her hand and moaned. “Johnny, I mean Agent Rodriguez, will show you to the back in a few minutes.” The President left and they all looked at one another.

“That’s not what I expected,” Andy said.

“Me either, I thought she’d be more… uh… stuffy,” Ariel posed.

“I met the President once,” Warren said.

“Who, Lincoln?” Andy asked laughing.

“I wish and funny, Andy,” Warren said.

“Who’d you meet, Mr. Warren?” Little Wolf asked.

“Teddy Roosevelt. He was in Indianapolis and I hopped a train to hear him speak.”

“What was it like?” Julieta asked.

“He was smart, a genius really; his speeches were deep and he was a devout progressive.”

“What did he sound like?” Justin said.

“He had a high-pitched squeaky voice.”

“Speak softly but carry a big stick and he didn’t have a booming voice?” Andy said.

“No, but he was friendly. In those days you could go right up to the President and shake his hand. I yelled ‘Mr. President’ as he was walking to the train and he stopped, turned around and walked up to me. We talked for a few minutes.”

“About physics?” Dave asked and Warren grinned.

“Yes.”

“Was he interested?”

“Yes, I told him that physics should be emphasized in high school.”

“What’d he say?”

“He said he’d consider it but he thought that business and finance were more important,” Warren said.

“I’m not surprised at that,” Dave said laughing.

“Understandable, physics was barely even a discipline in 1906.”

“Did you ever see him again?”

“No but I wrote him a letter and told him about my work in electromagnetism.”

“And?”

“He wrote back and praised me for my insight and intelligence,” Warren said.

“Where’s the letter?” Dave asked.

“At home in a wooden box on a shelf in my office.”

“Oh yes, the Holy Grail,” Ariel said. The maid has strict instructions to never touch the box. Warren dusts the box and around it so no one else can touch it.” There was laughter and Ariel gave Warren’s arm a squeeze.

“So, you have a letter from TR that no one knows about,” Dave offered.

“Yes.”

“I wonder how many other letters are out there in someone’s possession that’ve never been read by historians.” Dave asked.

“Probably hundreds,” Justin suggested.

“Folks, the President is ready for you,” Johnny Rodriguez said and they got up and followed him. They moved in single file and past six secret service agents along the way. When they got to the red door Johnny stopped. “There are place markers for everyone.” He knocked and another agent opened the door and they walked into a large room (large for a plane). There was an oval table all set up and ready for the group and of course the President.

“Welcome, have a seat, I’m hungry,” Ellen said but they all waited until the President had sat down first… all except Belinda who sat immediately.

“Belinda,” Justin said and she turned and looked at him.

“What?”

“You’re supposed to wait until the President sits first.” Ellen was chuckling and caught Tatiana’s gaze and they both grinned.

“I am?”

“Yes, I thought you knew that. It was in the literature we were sent by the White House,” Justin said.

“Were we supposed to read that?” Ellen broke out laughing as she sat down and motioned for everyone else to sit.

“I’m sorry, Madam President, I didn’t know,” Belinda said.

“That’s alright, before I became governor, I made the meals every night and was the last one to sit.”

“So, this is kind of new to me too. People stand when I come into the room and it makes me feel funny. I’m not sure I deserve it. Now, don’t misunderstand me, the President of the United States deserves it but not Ellen Lexington from Xavier Corners, Maine. It’s a town of four hundred and seventeen with a general store that has everything and the obligatory one church and two bars. So, when I’m in the White House at a state dinner with the Prime Minister of England or the President of Brazil and many others, I feel very out of place. Here on the plane I have suspended the formality. In other words, you’re fine, Belinda.”

“Thank you.”

“Of course,” Ellen said. “Now, we’re having Maine lobster, I hope that’s okay. Oh, no one is allergic to seafood, are they?” None were and the meal was served.

“Thank you for the meal,” Ariel said.

“You’re welcome,” Ellen said and the table was cleared.

“Madam President, can I take notes?” Justin asked.

“No, let’s don’t do that, it’s too dull. We can do the interview another time.”

“Okay,” Justin said, somewhat daunted.

“Sorry, Mr. Weaver, I didn’t mean to squash you but I just want to get to know everyone first.”

“Whatever you say, Ma’am, after all you’re, the President,” Justin said. Jozette rolled her eyes and shook her head.

“Don’t remind me.”

“You don’t like the job?” Andy asked.

“Most of the time, yes but these junkets get old.”

“Do you expect it to go well?” Dave asked.

“I think so; President Deniken is in agreement and in fact it was mostly his idea.”

“Well good luck,” Andy said and Ellen nodded.

“Okay, now I want to learn about all of you.”

“I thought you had information on all of us?” Tatiana said.

“I do but it’s pretty mundane.”

“And, you want the juicy stuff?” Andy asked.

“If you like, yes.”

“Ask away,” Justin said.

“I’ll start with you, Mr. Weaver. I’ve read just about everything you’ve ever written. You’re a very good writer. Your stories are detailed, accurate and also intriguing. You write like a novelist.”

“Thank you.”

“But what interests me most are the adventures you people end up getting into.”

“We do that alright,” Andy said.

“That terrorist attack in Forest Park in St. Louis, The Romley family, Gary Landers and finding Henry Randall.”

“It’s interesting sometimes,” Justin remarked.

“And those letters that you found and your trip to South America and half of you were chased by sharks and the others were fighting to survive the jungle. But the weirdest was Stanley Burnham. I read your book… scary stuff. What a maniac he was and still is. I understand he’s in a secure facility for the criminally insane.”

“I hope it’s secure,” Justin said.

“You’re not certain?”

“With Stanley involved nothing is certain.”

“I see, well let’s hope he stays put. Now, Belinda, the fashion editor. Where do you get all your ideas?”

“I keep up on the literature, I attend shows when I can but most of all I just look in the mirror every day.” Tatiana chuckled and Jozette moaned again. Belinda was Jozette’s best friend but Belinda’s beauty was impossible to compete with for any woman. Jozette herself was beautiful but in the company of Belinda only one of them garnered the attention.

“Ah, well, normally, I’d say that was vain but with your looks I’d say that was very good advice. If every woman looked like you, we’d all be beautiful.”

“Oh, yes, Madam President, they would indeed.” Ellen glanced at Tatiana who grinned and shook her head.

“I heard about your trial for murder.”

“Yes, I did a stupid thing when I pulled out the knife.”

“And your attorney is with us.”

“Yes, Little Wolf, one of my best friends. He is the greatest lawyer ever.”

“Miss Belinda is sometimes a victim of her own hyperboles,” Little Wolf said and Ellen laughed along with everyone else except Belinda because she didn’t know what hyperbole meant.

“Mr. Kline, I’ve read your articles too.”

“They pale next to Justin’s work.”

“I wouldn’t say that. You are two different kind of writers. Mr. Weaver strikes me as a dreamer and an analyzer and you are a technician and a good old-fashioned reporter. Don’t sell yourself short.”

“Thank you,” Andy said.

“Jozette, that’s a neat name, I’ve never heard it before.”

“It was my mother’s idea.”

“A pretty name and if I may, you look like a Jozette.”

“I’m not sure I understand,” Jozette said.

“I would picture a Jozette as smart, strong, a leader and clearly you are.”

“Thank you,” Jozette said sheepishly. Ellen glanced at Tatiana who shrugged her shoulders.

“And, you are a real estate mogul.”

“I run an agency I don’t know about the mogul part.”

“You’re very successful, I read the Indiana State Real Estate report and your agency was third in sales per capita in the entire state. That must amount to something.”

“It does but I’m more interested in helping people get into a house and out of the projects.”

“I know, I read about that too and I’m impressed.”

“You are?” Jozette asked. She’d been rather cool to the President since they boarded the plane and for that matter, she wasn’t excited about the trip itself. She’d been quiet and didn’t want to discuss the trip or meeting the President. She went for Andy’s sake and everyone else’s but if truth be told she would’ve rather stayed home.

“I’m getting the impression that you’re not saying how you feel. You seem to be holding back,” Ellen said. Jozette looked at everyone then back at Ellen.

“I guess I’ve been keeping quiet.”

“I take it that it has something to do with your views.”

“Yes, Madam President.”

“I further take it that you perceive your social views as being different from mine and you feel funny being here since your presence on this plane and on this trip suggests to everyone else that you share my views and the views of my party. Am I right?” Jozette lowered her head and sighed before looking up.

“Yes, Madam President.”

“Well, for your benefit and everyone else’s let me tell all of you about who I am.”

“I’m sorry I put a damper on things,” Jozette said.

“You did nothing of the sort. My parents ran a newspaper in Maine. It was a county wide paper as Xavier Corners isn’t big enough to support a paper of its own. I delivered papers, sold advertisements and even wrote some pieces while I was in high school. I went to college and law school then ran for the county board, state representative, state senate and finally won the election for governor. When Amos Clark got the nomination for President, he chose me to balance the ticket not because we shared all of our views. Amos was a Neanderthal ideologically. I met him at the convention and we had exactly two campaign stops together. He didn’t want me around because we didn’t see eye to eye on much of anything.”

“I don’t understand,” Jozette said.

“Jozette, I’m a rare breed politically, I’m what is known as a Liberal Republican. There aren’t many of us around anymore.” They’re mostly from the past. Edward Brooke of Massachusetts was the first black senator in modern times, Governor Nelson Rockefeller and Senator Jacob Javits of New York, Senator Charles Mathias of Maryland and Senator Charles Percy of Illinois could all be classified as Liberal Republicans.

“What exactly is a Liberal Republican?” Jozette asked.

“I believe in a strong national defense. I’m pro-banking and pro-business though I’m in favor of regulations to prevent abuse. I’m a capitalist and a strong believer in private land ownership. Taxes should be cut across the board so people can spend their money they way they like. Socially, I believe that a woman’s right to choose her own destiny regarding her reproductive life is hers alone. I believe in public welfare though there have been abuses and it needs to be cleaned up. Immigration needs to be fixed. Immigrants are vital to the fabric of America and legal immigration should be encouraged. Those here illegally should be given amnesty and citizenship and no children should be taken from their parents… ever. The bad ones, well that’s different. The Statue of Liberty says give us your tired, your homeless and your huddled masses. It doesn’t say give us your felons and murderers. Those you can keep in my opinion. In a nutshell that’s a Liberal Republican.”

“Wow that is eye opening. I guess we’re not as far apart as I’d thought.”

“I hope not because I like you,” Ellen said as she smiled at Jozette who returned a sheepish grin. I’ve found that many times people are far apart as you say because they’re moving in opposite directions and don’t even know it.”

“I think perhaps you’re right,” Jozette said.

“Now, Mr. Swanzy, I understand you’re not unfamiliar with the workings of the Presidency.”

“No, Ma’am, I’m not. I was an advisor for President Alvarez as I’m sure you know.”

“Yes, I spoke to him about you and he had nothing but good things to say.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Maybe you’d like to join my team.”

“The idea is intriguing but I have a family now and I’m deep into my work on electromagnetism.”

“Well, I wouldn’t want to interrupt genius,” Ellen said and there was laughter.

“That might be a stretch but my partner and I think we’re onto something.”

“Fine, keep up the good work. I understand you left President Alvarez rather suddenly.”

“Yes, there was a… situation of sorts.”

“That’s putting it mildly,” Ellen said as she chuckled.

“I met someone.”

“Yes, the mysterious Ms. Bogornov. You are a many faceted person, Tatiana.”

“I don’t know if that’s a compliment or an identifier but it’s accurate.”

“It’s both.”

“I was in a peculiar line of business at the time I met Dave.”

“Yes, I think that’s all we need to say about your previous calling,” Ellen said with a grin.

“Did the Secret Service think I was a security risk?” Tatiana asked.

“They think everybody is a security risk including my mother-in-law and they might have something there.” Everyone laughed at that.

“I have to say, you’re more down to Earth than I expected,” Andy said.

“Like I said, Xavier Corners only has 417 people.” Andy chuckled and nodded. “Now, Ms. Peabody, you have been doing some admirable charitable work with your money and I applaud you for that.”

“Thank you, it gives me satisfaction to help the less fortunate,” Ariel said.

“She sure helped us,” Belinda said.

“Lind,” Justin said as he touched her wrist.

“Well, she did and I don’t care who knows it. She bought me a car when mine was junk and she paid off our loan to Jozette and she paid for Gabby’s surgery and therapy so she can walk right. We could have never afforded that.” Belinda’s voice cracked then she started crying and lowered her face into her hands. Ellen looked at everyone then at Belinda.

“Well, that is a testimonial if I ever heard one.”

“I’m sorry, Madam President, I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“Why not, candor is a rarity these days, especially in my business. Don’t stop being yourself. I think everyone likes you for who you are.”

“We sure do,” Tatiana said.

“And, the elusive Mr. Warren Peabody.”

“That’s me,” Warren said and Ariel shook her head.

“You were the one person that the Secret Service was concerned about when they did their vetting.”

“I was?”

“Yes, it seems you’re not even here.”

“But here I am, Madam President.”

“They couldn’t find any record of your existence such as a birthdate, family, addresses, schools attended etc.” There was a brief period of tension, slight but tension as no one knew how to bail Warren out. The truth was the least desirable.

“My situation is unusual but I assure you I have no sinister background nor do I associate with scurrilous characters.”

“You seemed to have surfaced a few years ago and began college at IU where you received a Ph.D. in physics.”

“Yes.”

“And, you married Ariel.”

“Yes.”

“Good choice.”

“I know.”

“What are you working on now?”

“I’m in the New Mexico desert for Westinghouse doing research into long distance electrical transfer.”

“You mean sending electricity over distances without wires?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Tesla.”

“Yes, Ma’am and let me say I’m impressed.

“Don’t be, I did a book report in college on Tesla. Interesting man, a real futurist. Are you a futurist, Mr. Peabody?”

“I’m not sure,” Warren said as he looked at Dave.

“I’d say that Warren and I are both futurists like most physicists,” Dave posed. Ellen nodded her head.

“I see well, I’d like to continue this discussion in the future, Mr. Peabody.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“And now the best for last, Little Wolf Kline and his lovely wife Julieta. Mr. Kline, you were adopted from a reservation in New York. Their records were obscure so we never really got to the answer we were looking for but I’m satisfied that you are of good character.”

“Thank you, Madam President, I’m glad I passed muster.”

“Was law your passion as a young child?”

“I guess so, I saw many people as I grew up who could’ve fared better with good legal representation.”

“And you were the answer to that?”

“One answer.”

“Well said, I think you’re ready to run for congress.”

“No thank you, Ma’am, I don’t want to be away from home that much.”

“A wise choice. Now, Julieta, daughter of immigrant parents who came here for a better life. Two sisters, two brothers and a mom who is now remarried after your father died prematurely. No doubt from working multiple jobs to support a family living in the projects.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“That’s lousy, Julieta and I’m sorry that it happened to your family.”

“It really happened to my father, Madam President.”

“Indeed, and you should know that I have introduced legislation to provide meaningful employment for the parents of immigrant families as they pursue citizenship. These hard-working people should not be stuck in minimum wage jobs.”

“Thank you for that, Madam President, there are thousands of Hispanics who just want an even chance.”

“Exactly and hopefully we can do that for them.”

“Are you running for election because if you are, I’m voting for you,” Julieta said.

“I haven’t decided.”

“I hope you do,” and there was general agreement from everyone.”

“Thank you, and I may hit you up for a donation.” There was laughter. “Now, back to Julieta. Dentistry, when did this happen?”

“I had a scholarship for IU and Miss Ariel paid for dental school plus she bankrolled me when I started my practice.”

“I’m not surprised and a sound investment if I had to guess.”

“Yes, a very sound one indeed,” Ariel said and Julieta grinned and nodded to her friend.

“And, a free clinic twice a month and twice a month for your partner in practice. So, anyone can get free dental work on Saturday in Bloomington, Indiana,” Ellen posed.

“If they are indigent.”

“Good, I like the sound of that.”

“Thank you, Madam President.”

“Well, this is an interesting group indeed,” Ellen remarked. Forgive me if it seemed like I was grilling you but I like to get to know the people I’m with and you are all more interesting than the usual lot I get.”

“We consider it an honor,” Andy said and Jozette rolled her eyes.

“Maybe you should go into politics, Mr. Kline, you seem to speak the lingo.” Dave laughed out loud at that.

“Why the disparity in our occupations?” Justin asked.

“I wanted reporters, business people, scientists, lawyers, medical professionals. I like to be familiar with all types and kinds of people.”

“When will we land?” Andy asked.

“In a few hours, I really don’t know. They come and tell me when we’re an hour out so I can clean up and look presentable,” Ellen said and they all laughed. There was some more small talk then thanks by everyone to the host and the group left.

“That was nice,” Belinda said. “I like her.”

“Yes, she is a gracious host and a complex person. Don’t let that Xavier Corners talk fool you, she is a sharp individual,” Justin said.

“I picked that up too,” Dave added.

“She’s so normal,” Belinda said.

“I agree, it was like Thanksgiving at my aunt’s house without the screaming kids,” Dave said.

“I felt so comfortable around her. I was nervous about having lunch with the President. I mean, who wouldn’t be but she was so laid back,” Andy said.

“Her views surprised me but I guess there are all kinds in any party” Jozette said.

“I think I’m on the hot seat,” Warren posed.

“How?” Andy asked.

“She’s not going to let my lack of a history go without doing some digging,” Warren answered.

“What if she presses you for an answer?” Tatiana asked.

“I may have to tell her the truth.” They looked at one another and let out collective gulps and sighs. Maybe the secret will have to come out. The repercussions of the President knowing was what worried them.

CHAPTER SIX

The Crimean Star would house Ellen Lexington, Sergei Deniken and their entourages. It wasn’t the largest or even the best hotel in Kerch but it presented the fewest security problems and both sides agreed to its use over a year ago. The meeting was in the works as soon as negotiating began on the American/Russian treaty. In Russia it was referred to as the Russian/American treaty as petty formalities are always a part of any negotiation. The staff at the Star had undergone a house cleaning four months previous. New owners took over and the old-timers were released. New stock was brought in to modernize things. Yefim Galkin was the new manager and he was a hard-nosed character who was there every minute of every day. He lived on the top floor in a luxury suite so there was no time to dawdle when the boss was away. The desk manager was a smallish bespectacled little twit named Yuri Bulganesky. He had a thin-lipped evil smile and a wet, limp-fish hand shake. The female employees were not immune to his advances as he was a lecherous and aggressive fiend with a record of arrests for sexual advances towards women and young girls. He and Galkin were close friends and were frequently in corners whispering and looking around the lobby, the dining room, outside or wherever they were in the hotel at the time. Nikita Smolenevitch was head of security for the hotel and he was a dark figure who rarely if ever spoke to anyone but he could be seen lurking in corners spying on guests and employees. He would stand behind the main desk watching the clerks for a half an hour at a time, though he never said why and then when they turned around, he’d be gone. He was hated by all in the hotel and that seemed to be what he wanted. There were two baggage attendees, Viktor Manatov and Peter Lanewsky, who were seen talking to Smolenevitch on occasion and when they weren’t carrying suitcases, they were moving around the hotel checking doors and windows. In all a peculiar and rather slimy crew… and they all worked for Andrei Kulagin.

* * *

“May I step out for a cigarette, sir?” Igor Radinsky asked his commanding officer Mikhail Azarov at Kapustin Yar.

“Yes, Lieutenant.” Kapustin Yar wasn’t quite as secure as the Cheyenne Mountain Complex. They could leave the building and drift off for a cigarette or whatever else they liked. Despite the fanatical love that Russians had for cigarettes, they had banned smoking in the facility. Igor walked away from the site and ambled up a small hill overlooking the building. Though it looked rather ordinary the Kapustin Yar control center was a fortress. The walls were six feet thick of heavily reinforced concrete. There were two lower levels that were impenetrable from below and the ceiling and roof were four inches of high-grade steel. Once the facility was locked down there was no getting in without someone opening the door.

“Rad, get over here,” a voice from the passenger seat said and Igor slowly made his way to the car so to not give a passerby a reason to be suspicious.

“Yeah.”

“What do you have?” A man in a gray suit wearing a fedora pulled over his eyes asked.

“I’m setting the Colonel up for the test.”

“Will you be ready?”

“I think so.”

“You think so, you better be sure if you value your life.”

“I know that but I can’t guarantee anything. Captain Retzlarian is a blind-eyed patriot and loyal to Deniken. He’ll probably be in the control room with me but that won’t be a problem. It won’t take long… one button and the place will be locked down with me at the controls.”

“That’s good. We’ll be in touch so keep it moving.”

“Yes, Comrade.” The man gave Igor a look and shook his head as the car drove away.

* * *

“Sergeant Fillmore, front and center,” Deke barked out and Jerry Fillmore moved quickly to the General’s station and saluted both General Zumwalt and Captain Winters.

“Yes, sir.”

“What’s your latest theories, Sergeant?” Walter asked.

“Sir, I think Lieutenant Alton should be here. We’ve been working closely together.”

“You haven’t shown her the photos, have you?” Deke asked.

“No, sir.”

“Good,” Deke said. “Alton.”

“Yes, sir,” Barbara stood beside Jerry and saluted.

“We need all you have on Russian activity anywhere on the globe,” Deke said.

“Sir, I’ve been continuing to follow the situation at Kapustin Yar,” Jerry said as he darted his eyes nervously towards Barbara. Walter grinned.

“I think we can include Lieutenant Alton now,” Walter said.

“Yes, sir. Well, sir, the car is still there. It comes and goes… nothing new; it just sits there but I have photos of a man approaching the car and he came from the missile site.” Walter and Deke gave each other concerned looks.

“He came out of the site and walked to the car that’s there periodically?” Deke asked.

“Yes, sir,”

“How long was he there?” Walter asked.

“Less than ten minutes, sir.”

“How can we be sure?” Deke asked.

“The satellite photos are ten minutes apart, sir. The man was gone before the next photo was taken,” Jerry answered. Walter nodded to Deke.

“Alton can see the photos now,” Deke said and Jerry handed them to Lieutenant Alton.

“Well, done, Sergeant,” Deke said. Barbara was looking at the photos and shook her head.

“What is your impression, Lieutenant?” Walter asked.

“I’m concerned, sir.”

“Join the club,” Walter said.

“What do you have, Lieutenant?” Deke asked.

“Russian ship movements have increased since we last spoke, sir.”

“How much?” Walter asked.

“Considerable, sir. Their surface ships are on the move in the North Atlantic, around the Sea of Japan and in the Pacific near Alaska.”

“What are they doing?” Deke asked.

“Naval exercises, sir.”

“Don’t they do that already?”

“Yes, sir, but not to this extent.”

“What else, Lieutenant?” Walter asked.

“Sir, their subs are very active. They’re moving in packs of six near the west coast, near New York and Washington D. C. Of course, they’re in the North Sea but also near the Philippines, west and east of the Panama Canal and they’re now north of Hawaii.” Barbara finished and Walter and Deke looked at one another shaking their heads.

“What are they up to?” Walter asked as he got up to stretch. “Lieutenant, Sergeant any thoughts?”

“Saber rattling, sir,” Jerry said.

“Perhaps more, sir,” Barbara said.

“Something more but what?” Deke asked.

“Yeah, what?” Walter added and the meeting was over.

“Sir, we can’t afford to be caught napping.”

“We won’t; get me Alaskan Air Command on the horn. Tommy, this is Zumwalt at NORAD. Yes. Hey for the next few days until this summit is over and the President is back in Washington make sure all your pilots are on their toes and ready to scramble… that’s right, no liberty, everyone on deck and suited up for action. Keep one third of them in the air… no we’ll stay at DEFCON FIVE for now. Yes, I’ll let you know immediately. I know, we’ve been watching the subs and the surface fleet… yeah my fingers are crossed too.”

“Sir, should we inform the President?” Deke asked.

“I’ll send a coded message.”

“I hope this is just them showing off,” Deke said. Walter nodded and shook his head as he examined the photos again.

* * *

“Madam President, I have a coded message from NORAD that’s been ciphered,” Trent Wilson said as he handed the message to Ellen.

“Thank you, Trent.” He left and she read the message. “Bonnie.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Get Henry in here.” Bonnie left and a minute later national security advisor Henry York walked in and bowed. “Henry, I wish you’d stop bowing. I’m not the queen.”

“Sorry, old habit I picked up at the Court of St. James.”

“Well, do me a favor and lose it.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“What do hear about Russian military movements recently?”

“The usual, though their subs are more active.”

“Is that showing off or a show of force?”

“Could be either one or both.”

“I wish I knew what they were doing.”

“It’s hard to figure the Russians out,” Henry said.

“I know.”

“I can ask a couple of people I know.”

“Good but before you do that listen to this from General Zumwalt at NORAD. He says, ‘Dear Madam President, we are piecing together intelligence we’ve received recently and it’s painting a picture that if not disturbing it is at least of concern.’”

“Whoa,” Henry said as she sat back in his chair.

“Russian surface ships are more active than usual and their subs are patrolling closer than usual to the U.S on both coasts. They are in the Sea of Japan, near the Philippines and flank both entrances to the Panama Canal.”

“Now, that is suggestive.”

“Suggestive of what?”

“Well, if it was the old days of the Soviet Union, I’d say they were ready for a move into West Berlin.”

“But these are the new days and we have Russia instead of the Soviet Union. So, now what does it mean?”

“I’m not sure Ma’am.”

“We don’t pay you to say you don’t know, Henry.”

“Ma’am, you don’t pay me at all, remember. I’m working as an advisor for free.”

“I forgot, Henry, sorry. Hey, maybe I can get you a couple of weekend passes to Disneyland.”

“That would be swell, Madam President.” They chuckled for a second then returned to the duty at hand.

“We have satellite photos of the Kapustin Yar missile site just south of Volgograd. There’s some kind of surveillance going on and we’re not sure what it is but a man from the missile control building was seen talking to people in a car.”

“I don’t like that at all,” Henry said.

“Neither do I.”

“What else?”

“General Zumwalt has ordered the Alaskan Air Command to cancel all leaves and have the entire squadron ready for action.”

“What about the DEFCON level?”

“It’s still at five.”

Clarification here for DEFCON. It stands for Defensive Condition. It ranges from 1-5 with 5 being peace and 1 being war. (Yes, 1 is bad)

“Well, that’s good but the Russians are going to get nervous if they see our planes in the air. I take it he wants a third of them airborne all the time.”

“Yes.”

“Does he say what he thinks this business is at Kapustin Yar with the car and the man from the control room?”

“He’s not sure.”

“You know, Madam President, there are so many fringe groups in Russia, especially the Stalinists it wouldn’t surprise me at all for one of them to try and take over a missile site and blackmail the whole world.”

“Is that possible?”

“I don’t know but they’re resourceful.”

“Is this because of the summit?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, check with your contacts and let me know.” Henry left and Ellen sat in a chair and thought about the situation. It wasn’t a good one.

* * *

“Comrade Kulagin, I have a message from Galkin at the hotel,” a short man said as he walked up to Andrei Kulagin in a small café. It was Anton Kolchevsky a cohort of Kulagin. Kulagin took the paper and read it.

“He says his people are prepared and the guests will be there in a few hours.”

“So, we are ready?”

“Yes, it only remains to pull off the grab.”

“When?” Kolchevsky asked.

“They’ll start the meeting but the first day is informal. We let them have that so they get comfortable. Then the second day we move.”

“It’ll be a glorious day for Comrade Stalin.”

“Yes, a glorious day,” Kulagin said.

CHAPTER SEVEN

“Dad, can I have a friend over tonight?” Brian asked his father.

“What did your mother say after you got in trouble at school?”

“But she’s gone and you’re in charge of us now.”

“Surely you know you can’t use me as leverage against your mother?”

“All I want to do is have fun, watch a movie.”

“But you lost that privilege when you got in trouble again.”

“So, I told the teacher off, big deal.”

“It is a big deal.”

“Because I’m, the President’s son?”

“No, because you’re my son and your mother’s son.”

“But shouldn’t they cut me some slack since I’m the first son?”

“No, you should be held to a higher standard if anything.”

“Well, I never asked to be in this position.”

“No and we didn’t ask if you wanted it. You’re the President’s son, get over it and get over yourself.”

“I just want to live a normal life.”

“As long as your mother is President there’s no chance of that… for Shelly or me either. All we can do is make the best of things.”

“So, I can’t go anywhere?”

“No, you’re grounded.”

“And, I can’t have anyone over?”

“No visitors.”

“For how long?”

“Until your mother gets back.”

“When will she be back?”

“Ten days or so.”

“So, I’m sentenced to my room until then.”

“I wouldn’t say that exactly,” Don said.

“But I can’t wander around the White House.”

“No, you can’t do that.”

“So, I’m under house arrest.”

“We all are, Brian. I can’t wander around either. Your mother can but I can’t and neither can you or Shelly.”

“That’s it then, I’m not allowed to have fun?”

“Not exactly, you can have pizza and see a movie,” Don said.

“I can, you mean I can go out?”

“No, you can watch it with Shelly and me downstairs.”

“You mean the three of us in the world’s largest living room?”

“Precisely.”

“No thanks.”

“Suit yourself then. Shelly and I ordered pizza from the kitchen and it’ll be ready in a few minutes. We’re headed downstairs now. The movie will start in fifteen minutes. Come with us or not, I don’t care. I won’t ask you again.” Don left the room and Brian sat staring at the wall for a moment before following his dad.

“Glad you could join us,” Shelly said and Brian gave a fake grin as he sat next to his sister.

“It beats being stuck in my room.” They were close as brothers and sisters go with no fighting or arguing except for the little squabbles that all siblings have.

“You wouldn’t be there if you behaved at school and stopped giving Mom fits,” Shelly posed.

“You too?”

“Yes, me too. Look, I don’t like being in a bubble with the whole world watching any more than you do but that’s the way it is. Our mom is President and I am so proud of her I could burst. There, I said it and I’m glad. She has the hardest job on the planet. She’s under constant pressure from all sides in this country and around the world. She needs our help by not being a problem for her as a parent.”

“Are you my mother now?”

“No but if I was, I’d be harder on you than she is.”

“You would?”

“Yes, Brian, you’re a jerk sometimes and it hurts Mom.”

“I am?”

“You must know that.”

“Maybe I do.”

“When she gets back can you try to cause her less headaches?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“Good, now let’s have some pizza and enjoy the movie.”

“Okay,” Brian said as he shrugged his shoulders. Don was sitting a couple of rows back in the White House mini theater and he grinned as he took in the entire conversation. Perhaps Brian would take his sister’s advice or not but, in any event, he didn’t think it would be wise to add anything to what Shelly said so he sat there and watched the movie.

“Sir, the President is on the phone for you,” Cheryl Wallach said peeking her head in the theater as the movie credits were rolling. When Trent Wilson was gone with the President, Cheryl was in charge of White House security.

“Where?” Don asked.

“There’s a room next door, sir.” Don followed Cheryl and answered the phone.

“Hello.”

“Hello, Don, how are things going?”

“Fine, I vetoed three bills on your desk, I dismissed two cabinet members and I booked you in a hot dog eating contest next month.”

“Boy, you’re funny today,” Ellen said.

“Well, I’ve thought since we arrived that what this place needed was a good laugh.”

“Then I’m glad you’re there and I wish I was with you.”

“You’re not looking forward to Slavic land?”

“I’d much rather be with you than halfway around the globe.”

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome. How is the domestic front?”

“Brian wanted me to overrule you.”

“And your response was.”

“I told him you were scary when mad.”

“You did?”

“Of course not, I told him that we stand together and not to try and drive a wedge between us.”

“What did he think of that?”

“Not much but we’re watching a movie together the three of us. Shelly had a long talk with him. She might be your biggest fan after me.”

“She has her head on straight, Don.”

“I know. She’s smart, polite, very mature, a real sweetheart. She reminds me of someone I know.”

“You helped too you know.”

“Maybe or maybe you made Shelly the way she is and I made Brian the way he is.”

“He’s going through a tough time. He wants to be a teen-age boy and he can’t be as a child of the President.”

“I hope he straightens out soon.”

“Me too. Everything else okay?”

“Yes, the free world is singing along nicely thanks to me being in charge here.” She chuckled.

“If I could I’d trade places with you…”

“Not a chance, I wouldn’t get to flirt with all the secretaries at the firm.”

“Funny.” There was a pause.

“Ellen, I’m not only glad to be your husband but I’m proud to live in a country where you’re President. There, what do you think of that?”

“I love you, Don.”

“And I love you.”

“I guess I better hang up, Bonnie says I’m wanted.”

“I have to go too because I need to issue a bunch of executive decrees.” Ellen laughed.

“Good-bye, Don.”

“Good-bye Ellen.”

“Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you but Speaker Jensen is on the phone.”

“Oh, great, you know I put her on the other plane at the second so she wouldn’t be bothering me every five minutes. The next time I’ll have Trent disable the phone system.”

“She’d just climb on the fuselage and wave semaphore at you, Ma’am.” Ellen chuckled and shook her head.

“The funny thing is, you’re probably right.”

“She’s on line one, Ma’am,” Bonnie said then left.

“Hello, Valerie,” Ellen said without enthusiasm.

“Madam President, I saw the itinerary,” Valerie said then paused.

“And?”

“The seating for the meal has me at the table behind you and Deniken.”

“Valerie, you are the Speaker of the House of Representatives, a position of some importance but not as much as you think.”

“It is the most important position in the government. The Founding Fathers intended for the House to run the country led by the Speaker. The President was just supposed to be a figurehead.”

“Yes, Valerie, I took American History as well and I know what they intended but things changed with the advent of the modern presidency. Live with it and be happy. You have power in your chamber and that’s where it ends.”

“The party would like me to take a central role in the government.”

“What party, who said this? You for one but I don’t hear anyone else clamoring for the Speaker to take over the Presidency too.”

“This is an insult to the Speaker’s position.”

“To the Speaker’s position, Valerie, or just you.”

“You know Clark offered me the second place on the ticket before you.”

“Yes, the whole world knows that, we all watch the news. You should’ve taken it then you’d be over here on Air Force One and I’d be back in Maine.” Ellen couldn’t see but she knew Valerie was fuming and clenching her fists. Ellen grinned and chuckled as there was silence. “Valerie, are you still there?”

“Yes.”

“Oh, thank goodness, I was afraid for a moment that we got disconnected.”

“We’ve been disconnected for some time now, Madam President.”

“Allegory, I like that, we need some mood music to highlight the symbolism of that statement and a close-up of me looking flabbergasted.

“Go ahead and make jokes but the country is teetering on the edge of disaster.”

“The only thing teetering on the edge of anything, Valerie, is your ego and when it finally falls to Earth it’ll make more noise than if the space station crashed on the White House lawn.”

“You won’t win re-nomination, Ellen.”

“Oh, and that would crush me to leave the most burdensome job in the world and go back to beautiful Maine and enjoy the fall colors without listening to you.”

“I’m running for President.”

“Gosh, I wonder if there is anyone in this hemisphere who doesn’t know that.”

“You’re smug and impossible to talk to these days.”

“Why because I don’t cower at the sound of your voice like your sycophants in the house?”

“Those sycophants will all be delegates next time.”

“Yes, Valerie I know and they’ll all be in your hip pocket.”

“If they know what’s good for them.”

“Yes, your majesty,” Ellen said.

“Good-by, Madam President.”

“Are you okay, Ma’am?” Bonnie asked as she poked her head inside.

“Drained after Valerie. Do you have anybody nicer on the phone like Attila the Hun maybe?”

“Senator Miles, Ma’am.”

“He’s a pussycat, put him on, Bonnie.”

“Line two, Ma’am,” Bonnie said grinning as she left and closed the door.

“Hello, Charley.”

“Sorry to bother you Madam President.”

“I just had a round with Valerie Jensen, Charley. After that anything is easy, what can I do for you?”

“Well, I wondered why I’m not speaking at the meeting.”

“Because the meeting is between President Deniken and me. You’re not meeting with him.”

“Oh, I see, well, okay, thanks Madam President.”

“Good-bye, Charley.” She hung up the phone, leaned back and yawned.

“Ma’am,” can Clarice and I have a word?”

“Sure.” There was one pressing matter that needed tending to as soon as possible. After Ellen became President, she appointed Richard Hazeltine as vice-president. He was from Texas and it sort of balanced the top office with a progressive from Maine and a conservative, Texas oil-man. Neither liked the other very much but they knew how politics worked and it was a good match. Hazeltine was fifty-three and in excellent health. Then three months into his new office he had a sudden and fatal heart attack. Ellen had to appoint a new vice-president. She chose Gwendolyn Ramzeyer, the governor of Nebraska. They went to law school together and had been close for many years. Ellen wanted to choose Gwen the first time but the party bigwigs insisted on a man. She caved because she was new and considered their advice worthwhile. But now, she’d have the person she wanted originally. The problem was getting Gwen though the Senate. Nearly all the leadership positions were held by men. Conservative white men who bristled at the notion of two women running things. Ridiculous of course but the patriarchy holds on tight where it can.

“Ma’am, I’ll be blunt,” Clarice said.

“You always are, Clarice,” Ellen said grinning.

“Yes, I am. Well, we need a vice-president and we need one now,” Clarice said.

“She’s right, Ma’am,” Bonnie added.

“I agree and I appointed a very capable person.”

“We know that, Governor Ramzeyer would make a fine vice-president, but her name is going nowhere in the Senate. Senator Thompkins is stalling it in committee,” Clarice said.

“To make it worse, Senator Benitez wants her name withdrawn too,” Bonnie added.

“A woman senator opposing this, I can’t believe it.”

“She wanted to be Secretary of State when Preston resigned and you gave it to Ingersoll. Senator Benitez holds a grudge,” Clarice detailed.

“And as you know Speaker Jensen has reached her long arm into the Senate to meddle. There are senators who owe her favors,” Bonnie added.

“She wants to be the most important woman in the country,” Clarice said.

“The world,” Ellen said and they all laughed.

“Madam President, you need to consider picking someone else,” Bonnie suggested.

“Clarise, Gwen would make an excellent vice-President” Ellen said looking at her domestic advisor.

“I agree, Ma’am, but you need to be expedient” Ellen looked away and thought for a moment then she turned and looked at Bonnie and Clarice.

“When Harry Truman was President, Dean Atchison was being vilified for being soft on Communism. He offered his resignation as Secretary of State to President Truman because Atchison felt he was hurting Truman. Truman refused to accept it and stuck by Atchison. The politically smart thing to do was to get rid of Atchison but Truman did the right thing. For me the expedient thing to do would be to choose someone else but I’m doing the right thing and sticking by Gwen Ramzeyer. Where’s Kent?”

“I’ll get him, Bonnie said and returned with the press secretary.

“You wanted me, Ma’am?”

“Kent, when we get back, I want to speak to the full Senate and I want an address to the nation in prime time to tell the American people that Gwendolyn Ramzeyer should be the vice-president. Can you arrange that for me?”

“Yes, Ma’am. I can.”

“Thank you, Kent.”

“So, your mind is made up, Ma’am?” Clarice said.

“Yes, it is.”

“Very well, then can we talk more about the bill to help abused women?” Ellen chuckled.

“Yes, Clarice we can.”

“Okay, I had an idea…”

* * *

“We’ll be landing in an hour folks,” Johnny Rodriguez announced as he walked down the aisle from the pilot’s cabin.

“What’ll we do when we land?” Belinda asked.

“The President will leave in her car first while we wait on board,” Dave said.

“Then what?” Belinda asked.

“A car will take us to the hotel,” Dave replied.

“Will we eat supper with the President?” Belinda asked.

“No, Lind, we’re here to do a story but the story is about the President, actually, both presidents. It’s not about us. We’ll be lucky to see her at all until we leave. I may see her briefly for an interview but that’s up to her,” Justin detailed.

“Oh,” Belinda said and her shoulders sagged. Jozette looked at Tatiana.

“Hey, we’ll tour the city, see the sights, find a nice café and whatever else we can do, okay?” Tatiana asked as she put her arm around Belinda.

“Okay,” Belinda said as she looked up at Tatiana and grinned.

“I can’t wait to get off the plane,” Justin said.

“I thought you were over your fear?” Warren asked.

“I’m better than I was but I hate a long flight. The one to South America was bad and this one is worse.”

“What language do they speak in… where are we going again?” Belinda asked. Little Wolf had told her and Jozette multiple times but Belinda tuned out things that weren’t interesting to her or about her, which tended to be the same thing.

“Kerch,” Miss Belinda,” Julieta said.

“Is that a city or a country or something?”

“It’s a city, Miss Belinda,” Little Wolf said.

“I guess everyone else knew that.”

“Perhaps but it’s not a requirement that you know geography,” Little Wolf said and Belinda grinned. “In Kerch they speak Russian, Ukrainian and other languages.”

“Not English?”

“No.”

“Will anyone understand us?” Belinda asked.

“No, but I speak Russian so we’ll be okay,” Tatiana said.

“Thanks for not making fun of me, Little Wolf.”

“I would never do that, Miss Belinda, you’re my friend.” Belinda smiled broadly and Tatiana chuckled under her breath.

“I read that the Kerch airport was not in good shape,” Warren posed.

“It wasn’t but when this meeting was announced they began some emergency repairs and upgrading. It’s now ready for Air Force One and the Russian President to land,” Dave reassured everyone.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking. We’ll be landing in a few minutes. Please return to your seats and fasten your seat belts.” They buckled up as did everyone on board.

“We’re beginning our decent,” Dave said. Belinda held Justin’s hand as he leaned back and closed his eyes. The landing was pinpoint and smooth.

“Ladies and gentlemen this is your captain again. We have landed. The passengers in the front should remain in their seats until you are given the signal to deplane. The Presidents car arrived and was inspected by Trent Wilson. The driver didn’t like it much but Trent didn’t care. The President’s safety was Trent’s job and he’d step on any toes he needed to do it. In ten minutes, the President’s car pulled away with motorcycles in front and behind.

“Okay folks, you can exit by the front door. A van is waiting for you,” an agent said. They hadn’t seen this one. Johnny Rodriguez was in the car with the President. They got up and left the plane. The van was waiting as a rather disheveled driver with a three-day beard and a dirty hat waited for them. They looked at one another and boarded, though somewhat reluctantly. It took twenty minutes to get to the hotel. The Kerch airport was nothing like a stateside airport. In America a large airport is like a city with cafes, shops, hair salons, car rental places, places to buy luggage etc. At the Kerch Airport there were no businesses anywhere. It was in receivership and only operated to local single engine planes for private use. There was no baggage conveyor so their luggage was loaded in a separate van that followed.

“Should we tip the driver?” Andy asked.

“Give him a twenty-dollar bill. American dollars are coveted over here,” Tatiana said.

“Why?” Ariel asked.

“They can sell them on the black market for twice the value.”

“I’ve got a twenty, Jozette said.

“Keep in mind this is not America. He doesn’t get a salary. His tips are all he makes,” Tatiana said.

“Well, here take this fifty,” Dave said.

“Add this,” Ariel said as she handed a hundred to Tatiana.

“He’ll be stunned,” Tatiana said. They arrived at the hotel. It was small but nicely decorated and seemed clean on the outside. They got out and Tatiana handed the money to the driver. His eyes widened and he actually smiled.

“The Crimean Star,” Andy said as they stood at the front desk. The lobby was crawling with security agents both American and Russian but there no other guests. Tatiana spoke to the desk clerk to get their keys and such.

“I think it’s just us and the President’s people,” Dave said.

“Is there a dining room?” Warren asked.

“Do you really want to know?” Dave asked. The hotel was clean but the furnishings were bare and no attempt had been made to decorate the lobby. The clerk at the desk had on a shabby suit of his own rather than a hotel uniform. The thought of a hotel kitchen at this place was not reassuring.

“I guess we’ll find a restaurant on the outside,” Warren said.

“Tatiana can talk us through so we don’t end up eating brains or fish heads,” Dave said and they laughed.

“Will we be on the same floor as the President?” Belinda asked.

“No, the President and her people will have a floor all to themselves,” Dave answered.

“Lind, none of us are going to see the President very much at all on this trip,” Jozette said.

“But she invited us.”

“Yes, to cover the meeting and do a brief interview with her, not to vacation with her,” Justin said.

“Lind, did you really think we would be with the President the whole time seeing the sights, eating at outdoor cafes together, taking scenic boat rides, etc.?” Jozette asked.

“No, no… well maybe,” Belinda said and lowered her head and sighed.

“Miss Belinda, I thought we’d see more of her too but I guess we’re just along for the ride,” Julieta said. Julieta knew exactly how things would go but she loved Belinda and couldn’t stand to see her hurt.

“Okay, we’re on the third floor,” Tatiana said as she handed out the keys and a brochure describing the local eateries and shops.

“I can’t wait to take a shower,” Belinda said. Tatiana looked at Jozette and Ariel and they grinned as did Julieta.

“That’s a situation,” Tatiana said.

“What kind of a situation?” Belinda asked.

“You see, Lind, in some European hotels the rooms don’t have bathrooms.”

“What?”

“There is one male and one female bathroom in the hall,” Tatiana said.

“You mean we have to share?” Belinda asked with a terrified expression on her face.

“Yes, I’m afraid we do,” Tatiana answered.

“I don’t like it here,” Belinda said and there were smiles, though they were suppressed so as not to get Belinda into one of her states.

“Lind, I’ll stand outside while you shower and not let anyone else inside,” Tatiana said.

“You can do that here?” Belinda asked.

“Normally, no but no one will get past me.” They laughed at that.

“I must seem like a baby but it kind of caught me by surprise.”

“Forget it, there are individual stalls but when you step out the shower the whole bathroom can see you. Some of the native girls might be in shock when they see you in your natural state,” Tatiana said grinning and they all laughed at that.

“Yes, it would be eye opening and humbling when they looked in the mirror at themselves. My figure is overwhelming to even an above average looker,” Belinda said with a smile and her head held high. Tatiana looked at Jozette and grinned as Jozette rolled her eyes and sighed.

“We have our girl back,” Tatiana said as she put her arm around Belinda.

* * *

“Ma’am, I apologize for the conditions here,” Bonnie said.

“It’s hardly your fault Bonnie and it’s not that bad. We knew it wouldn’t be like a posh hotel in the states or Europe. It’s clean and comfortable.”

“I still feel bad.”

“Bonnie, when Don and I were first married we lived in a crummy apartment above a bar. We couldn’t get to sleep until two a.m. and the whole place smelled of booze and popcorn.” Bonnie looked at Ellen and grinned. “We survived and we’ll all survive here as well.”

“Okay, Ma’am but what about your supper?”

“Trent went out to get something. You, Clarice, Kent, Andrew and I will dine in my room at the deluxe dining table.” Bonnie laughed at that. The hotel had pushed two dining room tables together and covered them with a thin table cloth.

“Does Andrew have to dine with us?” Andrew Bellingham was the foreign affairs advisor to the President. He’d been Secretary of State in a previous administration, had headed the CIA, was ambassador to England and he’d taught international relations for ten years at Harvard. Yes, he was very well qualified.

“What’s wrong with Andrew?”

“He’s too… I don’t know, uh.”

“Smart,” Ellen said with a grin.

“Yes… no… yes. I don’t know but he makes me nervous he’s so smart.”

“He makes me nervous too, Bonnie, but he’s the best and I need him, especially during this trip.”

“Okay, Ma’am.”

“It’ll be fine, Bonnie, and besides we’ll be too worried about the food giving us ptomaine.” Bonnie laughed and shook her head.

* * *

“Kind of a strange place,” Andy said.

“We’re in Eastern Europe, very Eastern Europe, very Slavic,” Tatiana said.

“What’s that?” Belinda asked. Justin looked at Little Wolf.

“It’s a cultural thing,” Little Wolf said.

“What does that mean?”

“It’s how the people dress, what they eat, what music they listen to, what language they speak even where they go to church.”

“They’re different than us?”

“Yes.”

“Are they Catholic?”

“No, the Christians are Russian Orthodox, Miss Belinda”

“What’s that?” Belinda asked.

“It’s a religion that is very close to Catholicism. It’s kind of a cousin to Catholicism.”

“You mean they’re like me?”

“No one is like you, Miss Belinda.” Belinda smiled from ear to ear and made a face at Jozette who shook her head but said nothing.

“What about tomorrow?” Andy asked.

“The girls are going for a walk and sight-seeing,” Jozette said.

“So, what do the men do?” Andy asked.

“Well, Warren and I are going to meet and discuss physics,” Dave said.

“I’d like to hear that if I may,” Little Wolf said.

“Be my guest,” Dave said.

“What about us?” Andy asked looking at Justin.

“I have a meeting with the President at nine a.m.,” Justin said. There was a brief silence and Andy sighed.

“A solitary boy, Ebeneezer Scrooge, left alone and deserted by his friends and family,” Andy quipped and Warren chuckled.

“You’re welcome to join us, Andy. We’re going out for lunch afterwards,” Dave said.

“Am I a pathetic case upon whom you’re showing pity or do you need a fourth for bridge?” Andy asked. Dave pondered the question.

“Perhaps both,” Dave said chuckling and Andy grinned.

“Thanks, but I think I’ll wander the city on my own.”

“Suit yourself but the offer’s open,” Dave said.

“We’ll be discussing Quantum Theory. This could be your big chance to broach the world of physics,” Warren said.

“No thanks. I took algebra and geometry but I got a C in Trigonometry and I figured I’d reached my zenith in math.” Warren and Dave grinned.

“We can meet back at the lobby to go out for supper if you like,” Jozette offered and they all agreed.

* * *

“Andrew, I seek your wisdom frequently as you know because my knowledge of international relations is sketchy at best.”

“Yes, Madam President.”

“I enjoy your honest approach to things, Andrew, and you are by no means a yes man.”

“I’ve advised Presidents in the past and will do so in the future if asked. You are no more or less familiar with the world than any of them, Andrew said.

“You’re kidding, I thought I was the worst.”

“No, Ma’am, because none of them knew anything and you’re no worse than the rest.”

“I hope that wasn’t intended to reassure me,” Ellen said.

“No, Ma’am, just to make you aware of your need to know more.”

“Your honesty is refreshing as always, Andrew.”

“Thank you, Ma’am.” Ellen grinned.

“Do you anticipate any problems with the treaty?”

“Yes.” Ellen looked surprised.

“You do?”

“Yes, there are always problems with the Russians even back to the Imperial days.”

“Explain, please.”

“They propose ideas for an arrangement such as this treaty then when you meet to finalize it, they have additions and usually take back some of what they proposed initially.”

“Do you expect that this time?”

“If they’re true to form then yes. The Russians are very hard to deal with over any matter.”

“What will they take back or add?”

“Impossible to say, you can’t predict what they’ll do.”

“How should we handle it?”

“Their foreign secretary Vasily Glasovitch, with be there alongside Deniken. I should be next to you on the first day. It is better if the two secretaries argue their side.”

“What about the second day?”

“Glasovitch will be gone and so will I. It’ll be just you and Deniken.”

“What do I do?”

“On the first day you and Deniken will confer with Glasovitch and me and after we have hashed things out the two Presidents will state their positions.”

“Will we reach an agreement?”

“Not right away and there’ll be a recess where we can talk alone,” Andrew explained.

“You and Glasovitch met last year and hammered out the framework of the agreement. Why are we having problems now?”

“That’s the way these things work, Ma’am.”

“Do we give in to their demands?”

“No, not at all. We bargain, we push back against what they’re asking for, we make our case and see what happens.”

“Any predictions?” Ellen asked.

“I never make predictions, it limits flexibility.”

“Will we go back home with a signed agreement?”

“Too early to tell,” Andrew said and Ellen sat back and sighed.

“Great,” Ellen said shaking her head.

“Don’t despair, Madam President, this is how diplomacy works.” Andrew smiled as he got up to leave.

“Thank you, Andrew, for your advice.” He smiled as he left. It was going to be tough negotiating with the Russians and maybe they thought the same way about the United States. She knew it wouldn’t be easy, that’s what she was told almost daily by sage advisors but she thought that somewhere along the line there would be something even a small something in this job that would be easy… she was still waiting for it. The meeting was scheduled for three in the afternoon so she spent the morning talking with Clarice and Bonnie then a few minutes with Andrew again to prepare for the meeting with Deniken. At two thirty the car arrived in front of the hotel and Trent knocked on her door and Bonnie opened it.

“It’s time, Ma’am,” Trent said and Bonnie nodded and told the president.

“Well, you’re on, Ellen,” she said to herself as she put on the final touches in the bathroom mirror. “I wish Belinda was here to make things perfect.” At that she chuckled remembering Belinda’s egocentric remark about her own beauty. “Okay, Ellen, go dazzle them.” She blew herself a kiss in the mirror then grinned as she headed out her hotel room for the car and maybe to history in the making. It would be historic but not how she imagined.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“What are the main problems you’ve encountered?” Dave asked Warren as they sat with Little Wolf in the lobby. Warren was experimenting with sending electricity over long distances to a receiving tower. The ultimate goal was sending electricity to the moon. Yes, the moon. Westinghouse had set him up in the desert of New Mexico and he’d been there for over a year.

“The biggest one is controlling the stream.”

“Because it has a tendency to spray?” Dave asked.

“Yes, we call it shotgunning. You must’ve run across this in the lab,” Warren said.

“On a much smaller scale. We send current two to three feet and though it holds its line, there are trace amounts of spreading and you’re working over miles.”

“It’s a problem but we’ve worked solutions with some effect.”

“What exactly?” Dave asked.

“Lasers,” Warren said.

“You parallel the current with lasers?” Little Wolf asked.

“Yes, how’d you know?” Warren asked.

“I read an article by Erik Sommerstom,” Little Wolf said.

“He’s sharp, the Swedes have been working on this for years,” Dave said.

“Yes, I’ve talked to Sommerstom, we share ideas,” Warren said.

“What does Westinghouse think of you sharing with another scientist?” Dave asked with furrowed brows.

“We share but neither one of us gathers anything that they didn’t already know. It’s a cat and mouse game trying to steal shortcuts.”

“Have you garnered anything?”

“He inadvertently told me the intensity of the laser he was using.”

“And you adjusted yours?” Dave asked grinning.

“Yes, and it worked,” Warren replied chuckling.

“Does he know?” Dave asked.

“I think he might because he stopped returning my calls and emails.”

“The physicist turned spy,” Little Wolf quipped and they laughed.

“My work is strictly for science and I don’t think the government has much interest in what I’m doing.” Dave looked at Little Wolf and nodded.

“Don’t kid yourself, Mr. Warren, if there are weapon applications to your work the military will be in your lab in 24 hours, maybe sooner,” Little Wolf posed,

“You think so?”

“I know so, right, Mr. Dave.”

“He’s right, Warren.”

“Are there any weapon possibilities?” Little Wolf asked.

“I guess with lasers and high voltage electricity involved there’s certainly a chance. A beam of current could be directed with lasers to fire at missiles or planes.” Warren replied.

“Welcome to the army, Captain Peabody,” Little Wolf said.

“You think so?” Warren asked.

“I don’t know but if the military finds out what you’re doing their imagination will get the best of them and they’ll be all over you and the lab, just like Little Wolf suggested,” Dave said.

“But we’re keeping everything a secret,” Warren pleaded.

“Mr. Warren, the government knows what everyone is doing these days. I’m sure they’re aware of your work. They just haven’t acted yet.”

“What will they do?” Warren asked.

“I don’t know but I’d guess they’ll take your results and kick you out,” Little Wolf replied.

“They wouldn’t need me?”

“They might if they thought you were indispensable. They’d draft you and keep you a secret.”

“Dave,” Warren said nervously.”

“Little Wolf is right; this could be the weapon of the future and it’d be the end of you going home to see Ariel or anyone else.”

“I’d be another Manhattan project?” Warren said with a questioning tone.

“I’d say so,” Dave replied.

“I never thought about that. Would I have a legal argument against them stealing my work, Little Wolf?”

“There is no legal argument against the United States government, especially if it’s a military project. They’d declare it classified, it couldn’t be mentioned in court and you couldn’t talk or write about it.”

“What have I done? I’ve created a situation for a weapon. It could kill millions.”

“Warren, we’re both scientists and we explore the impossible every day, especially physicists and chemists. There’s unlimited potential to be unlocked in those two fields and the government, in fact all governments are watching us closely,” Dave posed.

“You mean other countries could be spying on me?”

“Sure, I would imagine they are or at least they’re trying,” Dave said.

“What should I do?”

“Keep working but if you can have a log or journal that only you know about containing all of your work, that would be wise. Then hide it somewhere secure but not on the lab premises,” Dave said. Warren nodded and smiled.

“I have the perfect spot.”

“Where?” Dave asked.

“That’s a secret,” Warren said and there was a pause before they all laughed.

“I wonder what Andy is doing?” Dave asked.

“Knowing Dad, he’s probably braving the cuisine of some exotic café,” Little Wolf remarked.

* * *

“What does any of this mean?” Andy said softly to himself as he sat examining a menu in a small eatery he found. “There aren’t even any pictures. Wait, do they eat dogs or cats over here? No, I think that’s in the Far East. If Jo was here, she’d probably tell me that was offensive. Maybe it is but I don’t want to eat rover or binky.” He finally gave up and left. No one spoke English and the more he shouted and pointed the more he got upset so he finally gave up and wandered the city on his own before ending up in another cafe. “These items could be anything but I don’t want to stand out as stupid,” he thought to himself as he looked over the menu. “Of course, since I can’t speak the language I probably already seem like an idiot. I could just point to something but what if it was fish head stew or calf kidneys. Don’t be silly, Andy, you ate sheep testicles in Scotland and you’ve had squirrel stew back in Masontown. Go on be brave,” The waiter came over and Andy pointed with a smile. The waiter nodded and left. A few minutes later his order came and it was a sandwich. “Well, that can’t be too bad,” he thought. He took off the top and it was some kind of meat. “Well, it looks okay.” He poked it with a fork and it was very hard. He took a couple of bites and it wasn’t terrible but not great. It was as dry as sand so he washed it down with water and finished most of it. He’d exchanged some dollars for the local currency at the hotel and he paid the bill and left. Kerch was not a super large city, a hundred and fifty thousand or so he thought. He walked the city, went into a couple of art galleries and recognized a copy of the Mona Lisa and a few Picassos. “I guess I’m not an art person,” he said to himself. “I just never understood Picasso, I mean what person has three noses or two heads. Norman Rockwell, now there was a guy who painted things you could recognize.” He thought he might be loud on that last comment so he looked around but nobody was looking and he breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t want to alienate the native population. He walked for a couple of hours enjoying what he could. There was a museum but he couldn’t read the placards so the artifacts meant very little to him. He went into a few shops but found little of interest to him. Finally, around four he neared the hotel and found a seat on a bench in the park across the street from where they were staying. He had a bottle of water. He looked for a long time before finding one and he thought that was a coup. The Ukraine was not a third world country but he wasn’t sure he trusted their water purification system. If people thought that was offensive, he didn’t care; diarrhea wasn’t something he wanted.

“Good afternoon, sir,” an elderly man said as he shuffled by with a cane.

“Hello to you, sir.” The man looked and smiled. “Well, someone speaks English, maybe there are more,” Andy thought to himself. “I guess that’s wrong too. No, no, I’m not going to feel guilty for hoping that someone can understand me. I don’t look down on them because they can’t speak English and I don’t think everyone in the world should speak English. But I wish that some of them did so I could make my needs known. If that makes me bad then so be it,” he said to himself then he began chuckling because of his internal conversations. “I should just go ahead and speak out loud because no one could understand me anyway.” He doubled over at that and laughed silently for a few moments then sat up and took a sip of water. Suddenly, something caught his attention. Justin always told him that you can watch people from a hundred feet when they don’t know you’re there and learn much about them. He’d tried that over the years and it worked. Now, he could see two men by the side of the hotel in an alley. They were talking and pointing to the hotel and the buildings down the block and to the park. They took out a map and examined it then pointed again to the hotel. They were tall, maybe six two and wore black pants and black sweatshirts. At times they became animated and on one occasion when one bent over Andy could see a long knife in his belt and later the other guy had a gun in his waist. Andy stirred when he saw those items. Granted he didn’t know anything about the Ukraine. Maybe guns were common for everyone like some southern states so, he didn’t want to rush to judgement. Should he tell the police? No, he didn’t want to presume they weren’t doing their job. He had no desire to perpetuate the Ugly American persona. He should just mind his own business so, he did but still watched. A few minutes later a car stopped by the side of the hotel and the two men got inside. They sat in the back with two other people in the front seat. He could see them talking, pointing and even with the windows shut he could tell the conversation was getting heated. But after fifteen minutes the four men shook hands and the two in the back got out as the car pulled away. Andy was puzzled, he thought for sure there’d be a fight or something. But he had to catch himself again because he was ascribing things to this culture that maybe he didn’t understand. Perhaps Ukrainians argued and shouted at each other as a regular part of conversation. “Okay, I guess that’s not fair either,” he thought. “Look, I don’t know anything about these people and I’d be the first to admit it. I never said I did. Justin and Dave know everything about them and Little Wolf I’m sure but I don’t so there, I’m guilty.” He stopped and chuckled at his own argument with himself. The two men stood talking then one of them took out a notepad and jotted down something. They brought out a map and laid it on a barrel. They pointed to the map then at the hotel and down the street. Finally, one of them looked up at the park and saw Andy. Then the second guy looked as well and they said something to each other. They stared and Andy knew he’d been had. He looked away, but in a blink both men were gone map and all. They disappeared down the side of the hotel. Andy waited for a few minutes then walked across the street as casually as he could and looked down the side of the hotel. No one was there of course, and at the end of the hotel was an opening through which the two men had obviously left. Andy went back to his hotel room and sat in a chair thinking. He wouldn’t tell the police but he’d tell Dave.

* * *

“This is a nice place,” Jozette said as the five women sat in a small café in the heart of the city.

“You’ll have to read the menu to us, Tatiana,” Ariel said as she perused the lunch specials.

“Glad to, just tell me what you want.”

“How about a diet salad?” Belinda asked.

“I better write these down,” Tatiana said and took a pencil and paper from her purse. They ordered salads and soups and ate as they talked for about an hour.

“What do you think of the President?” Jozette asked.

“Seems down to Earth,” Ariel said.

“I like her,” Julieta said.

“Me too,” Belinda said, “but I’d like to help her with her make-up.”

“No!” Jozette shouted then put her hand over her mouth when people turned to look at her.

“Careful, Jo, you’ll frighten the natives,” Tatiana said chuckling.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to yell but, Lind, you can’t give fashion advice to the President.”

“I know, I just said I’d like to, okay,” Lind said sheepishly.

“I’m sure you could help her, honey, but Jo is right, it might not be a good idea to advise the President of the United States on how she could look better in public,” Tatiana said.

“I know that and I can keep my mouth shut if I have to despite what Jo thinks.”

“Sorry, Lind,” Jozette said.

“I know how you feel about the subject, Jo, and I’ll keep quiet if nothing else to keep you from blowing up again.”

“I deserved that, Lind.”

“Hey, let’s move on girls, we want to enjoy the day,” Tatiana said.

“She’s right, Lind,” Jo said.

“Agreed, let’s do something else,” Belinda suggested. They walked the town and saw the art museum.

“I like Picasso,” Jozette said.

“I don’t, I never did,” Belinda said.

“He paints from a different perspective,” Julieta said.

“I guess so but I don’t like people with two noses. I want people to look like people,” Belinda said.

“I have a tendency to agree with you, Belinda,” Ariel said. “I like DaVinci, especially the Last Supper.”

“I like Michelangelo’s paintings on the Sistine Chapel ceiling. The two hands touching for the spark of life is my favorite of all time,” Tatiana said.

“Yes, I like that too,” Julieta said.

“I thought you liked Picasso?” Jozette asked.

“No, I understand what he was trying to do but that doesn’t mean I like it. I agree with Belinda, I like paintings of people that look like real people,” Julieta said.

“My own daughter-in-law has abandoned me.”

“Never but we differ on what is art.”

“You sound like a politician, Julieta” Ariel said.

“No, that’s Little Wolf.”

“He wants to go into politics?” Tatiana asked.

“No but he equivocates like one,” Julieta said and they all laughed.

“How about some shopping after we finish here,” Belinda posed. They agreed and went to a Ukrainian version of a boutique.

“Interesting styles,” Tatiana said.

“There’s a euphemism if I’ve ever heard one,” Jozette said.

“It’s all kind of outdoorsee and manly for a woman’s store,” Belinda said.

“Yeah, I think we’re in a rather unrefined area of the country,” Tatiana said.

“I actually I like this hat,” Ariel said. “I’m going to buy it.”

“The girl is a shopper,” Jozette said.

“I found a scarf, Little Wolf likes scarves,” Julieta said as she held up a pink and an orange scarf.

“He likes to wear scarfs?” Belinda asked.

“No, he likes me to wear…” Julieta started then caught herself and gasped. Jozette and Tatiana were grinning. “This isn’t embarrassing.”

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about but it was funny,” Tatiana said and Julieta blushed and shook her head.

“Can we go somewhere else?” Julieta asked.

“Of course,” Tatiana said then they paid and left.

“Let’s stop for a rest,” Belinda suggested. They’d been walking for two hours and they were all tired.

“How about that outdoor café?” Ariel posed and they found a table and sat with sighs and moans of exhaustion.

“The coffee’s not bad,” Belinda remarked.

“Yes, the Russians are known for their coffee,” Tatiana said.

“I thought this was The Crimea,” Belinda said. “But you know me I’m so scatter brained that we might be in some entirely different country and I wouldn’t even know it.”

“You’re fine, honey, but The Crimea is so close to Russia that most people speak Russian and nearly everyone here understands some Russian and they have Russian ways and customs, like their food, dress and particularly their coffee.”

“Well, whoever it belongs to I like it,” Belinda said.

“That’s a relief, I’d hate to think of the international ramifications if Lind didn’t like the coffee,” Jozette quipped and they chuckled except Belinda who gave a look to her friend.

“Alright, girls let’s not start something, okay,” Tatiana said. Belinda and Jozette, even as best of friends could get into some nasty arguments with unpleasant remarks, hateful expressions and looks, etc. and though they always made up in the end, Tatiana didn’t want to be in the middle of another verbal scuffle.

“Look at that,” Ariel said and they all turned to see three young men, boys actually, about seventeen, surrounding a girl at the end of the street. They were laughing and pushing her around. She tried to get away but they held her in the circle and she began to cry.

“No,” Jozette said as she and Tatiana got up and began walking to the group followed by Julieta.

“Nyet!” Tatiana shouted as she arrived first. The boys turned to look and laughed at a woman intervening. They said something in Russian. Tatiana ignored them and talked to the girl who also spoke in Russian and though Jozette and Julieta couldn’t understand it was clear from her facial expressions and hand gestures that she was fearful and wanted help. “She’d never seen them before and they want her to come into the alley so they can make love to her… rape her.”

“That’s not going to happen,” Jozette said.

“No,” Tatiana said. The three boys each turned and picked a woman to approach, figuring they could intimidate them into leaving. One stared nose to nose with Julieta expecting her to flinch but she didn’t move. He said something that Julieta did not understand as he smiled a sickening expression. Julieta grinned then poked fingers into both of his eyes, ala the Three Stooges. The kid grabbed his face and doubled over. Julieta didn’t wait and kneed him in the balls as hard as she could. He lay on the sidewalk moaning in agony. Another kid took a swing at Jozette but she ducked and grabbed his arm, twisting it behind his back as he cried in pain. She threw him on the ground and put her foot on his throat. Tatiana’s kid drew a knife and she smiled. He raised it to stab and she jammed her three fingers in his throat and he gasped for air. She grabbed the knife and leveled it at his crotch without stabbing him. He was trying to breathe as he watched in horror while his knife was millimeters away from his manhood. She said something in Russian and he nodded frantically. She looked at the other two and they managed to get out the same agreement. The girl thanked the women who had saved her and went on her way. Down the block she hailed a cab and as she got in, she waved at her protectors.

“Get lost,” Tatiana said then repeated it in Russian. Jozette’s shook his arm and rubbed his neck, Julieta’s stood up still holding his crotch and trying to get his eyes working again. Finally, he could see and stand up straight. Tatiana released hers and he asked for his knife which she refused and made a motion with her head for the three to get lost. They didn’t argue and took off down the sidewalk.

“Well, that got my blood pumping,” Julieta said as they returned to Belinda and Ariel.

“Me too, Jozette said and they sat down.

“How do you do those things?” Ariel asked.

“You just react,” Jozette said.

“But you three, look like ninjas,” Ariel added.

“We’re not ninjas, Ariel,” Tatiana said. “We don’t like women being assaulted and we’ll act against the aggressor when we can. I was assaulted many times when I was growing up and I decided I’d never be raped. I took care of things and I killed one of them. I was fifteen then. No one messed with me after that.”

“These were punks and they were terrorizing that young girl. That I will not allow,” Jozette said.

“They could’ve been armed with guns,” Belinda said.

“They could have and then we would’ve had to deal with that,” Tatiana said.

“You could have been shot,” Ariel said.

“Perhaps but I can’t and won’t stand by and watch a woman being assaulted,” Tatiana said.

“And you, Julieta, you just jumped in there and took that kid down,” Ariel said. ‘How did you learn that?”

“Little Wolf taught me to fight dirty. He’s always worried about me being attacked.”

“Well, he shouldn’t be worried now,” Ariel said.

“Not every situation is the same, Miss Ariel. Today it worked but the next time I or anyone else could be in trouble if they jump into a fray.”

“So, if you do it again you could be hurt,” Ariel said.

“Yes, I could but like Miss Tatiana and Miss Jozette said, I won’t stand by and let a woman or a girl be attacked.” Ariel nodded understanding.

“I was raped as you know but I was helpless to stop it. I didn’t know any methods to help myself like you three do. I’d like to learn how to defend myself if it happens again,” Ariel said. Tatiana and Jozette exchanged looks.

“It’s not like learning to play the guitar or juggling,” Jozette said.

“I know that, Jo,” Ariel said.

“Sorry, Ariel I didn’t mean to sound flippant,” Jozette said.

“I didn’t take it that way, Jo, but I want to learn to do what you three girls do. Will you teach me when we get back to the states?” Tatiana took a deep breath.

“We can show you some things,” Tatiana said.

“Thank you,” Ariel said.

“I guess I couldn’t learn to do those things,” Belinda said.

“No, Lind, you couldn’t but you could just talk non-stop and bore them to death or they might even kill themselves so they didn’t have to listen to you anymore,” Jozette said.

“Ha, ha,” Belinda said. “You’re so funny, Jo.”

“Alright, let’s behave, girls,” Tatiana said.

“Lind, I couldn’t resist,” Jozette said.

“Actually, you’re right, I could never do what you three did and my best bet might be to bore them to death,” Belinda said.

“Look, Lind and Ariel, you two and Lexi are just not cut out for our kind of life,” Jozette said. I’ve killed and so has Tatiana. We know what to do if we’re forced to and you two don’t.”

“Can we change the subject?” Julieta asked and it was agreed.

“Yes, a good idea,” Ariel said.

“I wonder how Justin is doing,” Jozette asked.

“Probably boring the President with his college stories,” Belinda posed.

* * *

“I have to say, Mr. Weaver, that your college stories are refreshing and funny, your wife must live to hear you talk about your college days,” Ellen said.

“Oh yes, she craves them,” Justin said. Ellen grinned knowing Justin was being facetious. Ellen liked to get to know her interviewers and spent a long time just talking about herself and expected other people to do the same.

“It’s nice to see someone who is laid back and comfortable with themselves. You don’t get that in Washington very often.”

“And, if I may, I have to say that you’re more down to Earth than I expected,” Justin said.

“It’s the Xavier Corners thing.”

“So, you told us.”

“Ah, I see you’ve detected my ruse.”

“Well, I didn’t buy in completely to the Hooterville version of yourself. I knew there was more substance than that.”

“You know, growing up I was a simple country girl with no knowledge of the outside world and a naïve impression of everyone around me. Then I entered politics and saw otherwise. I had to adjust and I did but I tried to keep the most important parts of who I was.”

“I think you have, Madam President.” They looked at one another for a moment then they both grinned.

“Okay, I’m guessing you’re ready to cut the jabber and get down to the nuts and bolts of this thing.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Me too, we’ve exhausted the small talk so, let’s go.”

“May I start with questions?”

“Sure.”

“Alright, whose idea was it for the treaty talks?”

“When Russia took over The Crimea during the Ukrainian revolution, tensions between Russia and the U.S. escalated. There’s never been a friendship between the two nations. In the old days of the Tsars the U.S. was calling for more freedom for the lower classes, the end of serfdom, elections, etc. Then under the Communists of course the call was greater. Radio Free Europe beaming broadcasts into the old Soviet Union telling the people how bad their government was. The Soviets came back with our problems such as the racial divide and that argument was not without merit. After the fall of communism in Russia, there was a brief moment of friendship overtures but as time has passed, we’ve descended back into a less tense cold war but a cold war nevertheless. Each side has about seven thousand missiles pointed at each other. So, friends? No, and it’s not likely to occur in the future unless there’s a common enemy that emerges.”

“Muslim extremism?” Justin posed.

“That could work.”

“So, was it Russia or we that made the first overture?”

“Deniken wanted a resolution so we could move forward. He wants out of The Crimea at least as a governing influence. He approached President Clark but Amos wouldn’t even talk. To him it was still 1958 and the commies were everywhere.”

“Then fate intervened and you became President.”

“Yes, and Deniken saw his opportunity. Amos had met with Deniken in Paris about six months before he died. For one of the few times I was along with the President. I managed to get a note to Deniken and suggested that we had a common goal. He arranged a secret meeting. If Amos knew about it, he never let on that he did at least not to me.”

“What’d you talk about?”

“War, peace, the Middle East and finally The Crimea and The Ukraine.”

“The bread basket of Europe,” Justin remarked and Ellen grinned.

“Yes, and it’s still coveted by Russia.”

“Was it Deniken who broached the subject of a treaty?”

“It was veiled but yes. I told him I agreed but that Amos never would as long as he was President.”

“But then you became President.”

“Yes, and Deniken put out a feeler within a week.”

“For a meeting?”

“A secret meeting between Andrew Bellingham and Vasily Glasovitch.”

“Where?”

“Reykjavik.”

“Sufficiently obscure to not raise any eyebrows,” Justin said as he wrote.

“Yes, and we sent Andrew instead of Marty Ingersoll. When the Secretary of State leaves Washington the press is all over it. Andrew took a three am flight and drove himself to the airport.”

“I see, so you were up to clandestine things early in your Presidency.”

“Yes, the idea of a transparent presidency is a fallacy and anyone who proposes that is deluding themselves and if they continue to talk about transparency then they’re a liar. Many things must be kept from the people to get anything done. Of course, we intended to reveal the treaty to the American people and we did but not until it was complete.”

“Can you reveal the contents of the treaty?”

“Oh, sure, it’s not a secret anymore. The two main issues are Russian takeover of The Crimean Peninsula and Ukrainian membership in NATO.”

“I take it Russia views The Ukraine in NATO as a knife aimed at Russia’s throat.”

“Exactly, you know you should be in the diplomatic corps or be an advisor to me.”

“Couldn’t do it, they dress too formally for me. As you can see slacks, a polo shirt and red tennis shoes are my garb.”

“I like informal but you’re right The State Department and the White House Protocol Office are sticklers for formal attire.”

“How long did it take to work out the details of the treaty?” Justin asked.

“Six days and I mean long days. Language was a big hurdle. Andrew understands some Russian but not enough. One word out of place can change the entire meaning of a passage and we needed to be absolutely accurate. Glasovitch speaks English fluently but would only speak Russian during the negotiations.”

“So as not to cow down to the Americans.”

“Yes, precisely. So, with every sentence by both sides undergoing translation it took forever just to say hello.” Justin laughed, put his pencil down and leaned back to stretch.

“Do you always take written notes in an interview?” Ellen asked.

“Yes, people are more open without a tape recorder and I wouldn’t want what we say here to get out somehow. You know someone breaking into my hotel room to steal the tape. I keep my notebook with me at all times.”

“Very wise on your part. No wonder you have a high trust level.” Justin gave a puzzled look. “Remember I told you that we had a thorough vetting process. I know all about you, even that your father is Phillip Randolph.”

“You do?”

“Oh, yes, you have quite a pedigree you know.”

“Yes, I do.”

“I know he’s proud.”

“How do you know?”

“I talked to him about a month ago. He was in Washington and stopped by my office.”

“He has access to the White house?”

“Phillip Randolph has access to just about any place he wants.” Justin nodded understanding.

“Back to the treaty. Why does Deniken want this?”

“He wants to dispel the notion that Russia is a land grabbing imperialist power.”

“But they are, they always have been.”

“I know and so does he and that’s what he’s trying to change.”

“Who opposes the treaty exactly?” Justin asked.

“The Stalinists of course and other sections of the population that don’t want to see the U.S. gain anything.”

“So, we get Russia out of the Crimean Peninsula, I guess that’s a gain but it also eliminates a trigger point.”

“Yes,” Ellen said.

“We lose The Ukraine in NATO but that could be a good thing down the road since they’re going to remain pro-U.S. anyway. The Ukraine in NATO means if Russia attacks them for any reason that’s NATO and then we have war across the board. This is good for both sides,” Justin posed.

“Of course, and Deniken’s reasoning is just like yours and mine and that’s the reason he put forth the idea of the treaty.”

“I see, I hadn’t thought about it much but this is a good idea for both camps. It eases tension and reduces the chances of war. The Nuclear Test Ban Treaty under Kennedy, SALT under Nixon and START under Reagan were very similar. I hope it goes off without any problems.” Ellen said nothing. “But you do anticipate problems.”

“Andrew thinks the Russians may up the ante to express their opposition.”

“Makes sense. I’d say given the dubious value of The Ukraine in NATO, which could only be symbolic, the opposition in Russia feels that Deniken has been too generous.”

“You’re grasp of international relations is exceptional, Mr. Weaver.”

“Thanks, but I’m briefed regularly by Little Wolf.”

“Andy and Jozette’s son.”

“Yes.”

“What makes him an expert?”

“He knows everything.”

“How?”

“I think it has to do with his ancestors.”

“Native Americans?”

“Yes, they see things differently than we do.”

“White people?”

“Precisely,” Justin said chuckling.

“Explain.”

“We miss subtle indicators that people give off and Little Wolf sees and understands those. Native Americans are more observant than white people.”

“I don’t doubt that and it makes you wonder how we won.”

“That’s easy, measles and smallpox.”

“Yeah, that was a terrible thing. I mean it wasn’t deliberate but it was deadly and wiped out thousands of Native Americans.”

“Yes,” Justin said.

“Well, that was an interlude, where were we? Oh, I know, the genius of Little Wolf.”

“We got him or rather Jozette and Andy did when he was ten. We all watched him grow up and his wisdom was there even when he was very young. We’ve all been touched by his understanding of the world and the people in it.”

“And he’s quite a lawyer.”

“Oh, yes, you should see him in the courtroom, it's something to behold.”

“Quite a young man… do you suppose he’d come and work for me?”

“I doubt it but what a plum it’d be for you to have his advice.”

“I’ll keep that in mind for the future.”

“Back to the treaty. What do you think Russia will ask for?”

“No idea but I think they might want a naval base on the west side of The Crimea.”

“Near Sevastopol?”

“Yes.”

“How do you feel about that?”

“I don’t think it’s a problem. I don’t want them to feel hemmed in or they’ll want to expand their Baltic presence.”

“And if they don’t get Sevastopol, they’ll want a base in the Baltic Sea.”

“Exactly.”

“Gotland, maybe?”

“Sweden wouldn’t agree to that.”

“Here’s one that is a possibility… Hiiumaa.” Ellen sat back and sighed.

“You’ve thought about this haven’t you?” Ellen gave Justin a long look and he guessed it.

“Wait, Deniken proposed it, didn’t he?”

“Yes,” Ellen said.

“And?”

“I’m thinking about it.”

“Wow, I thought we’d have learned our lesson after Munich,” Justin remarked

“This isn’t Munich.”

“Isn’t it, though, Madam President?” Ellen sighed and shook her head.

“It is to a certain degree but I don’t want to lose this treaty.”

“I assume you’d want to get Estonia’s approval since you’d be giving away part of their country,” Justin posed.

“It’s a potential mess, Mr. Weaver.”

“What could Estonia get in return?”

“Money, probably from us.”

“That won’t work, the people would revolt if the government tried to sell Hiiumaa; the people who live there for certain would go ballistic.”

“I’m aware of that.”

“What if Deniken stands firm for a Baltic base and Estonia won’t budge?”

“Then the treaty will die… we can’t give away a part of someone else’s country without their consent.”

“But you’d be doing that with Sevastopol.”

“Yes, but the population in The Crimea is Russian by ancestry and language. They’d welcome a Russian presence.”

“But you don’t want the Russians close to the Mediterranean.”

“No, of course not but we may have to accept that to get the deal.” Justin nodded agreement.

“I think you’re right. It’s worth it to get them out of The Crimea,” Justin said.

“Do you have what you need so far?”

“Yes, and thank you.”

“And, you won’t breathe a word of this until we’re back in the states.”

“My lips are sealed until then.”

“Good.”

“When do you meet Deniken?”

“In the morning.”

“Good luck.”

“Thanks, I’ll need it.”

CHAPTER NINE

“Well?” Dixie asked nudging her girlfriend Jessica as they woke up to the sun shining through the window.

“Well what?”

“How was it?” Dixie asked as she leaned over her partner and moved the hair out of her eyes.

“Okay.”

“That’s it, okay?”

“Yeah, okay.”

“It wasn’t amazing, incredible, spine tingling or anything like that?” Jessica looked at the ceiling and thought for a moment.

“No, it was just okay.”

“Oh,” Dixie said deflated and laid back down staring at the ceiling. Jessica could hold it in no longer and burst out laughing. “So, it was funny, that’s even worse.”

“No, it wasn’t funny, baby, it was amazing, incredible, spine tingling and a hundred other things. Just like you said. I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. I knew when we made love the first time it’d be great and it was,” Jessica said as she leaned over and kissed her girlfriend. They kissed for a long time and when they finished, they both laid back and breathed hard.

“I guess we better get up and get ready. Miss Lexi said we’d leave at ten-thirty.”

“Can’t we just stay in bed forever?” Jessica asked.

“If it was with you, baby, I’d say yes.” Jessica sat on the edge of the bed and Dixie joined her.

“I love you, Dix.”

“I love you back, Jess.”

“I’m glad I lost my virginity to you, baby,” Jessica said then she put her hand to her mouth with a look of horror on her face. “I’m sorry, Dixie, I don’t know what I was thinking. I’m sorry.” Dixie grinned.

“Look, Jess, we all know my past and that’s what it is, the past. I can’t change it so we move on to today. For me in my heart and mind I came to your bed as a virgin. Yes, I had sex with many men when I was a young girl. It was rape but I still had sex. My mom’s boyfriend pimped me out for cash. It was all a painful nightmare and I hated every second of it. Last night was the first time I ever felt warm and sensual and it was with the woman I love and cherish so, yes I feel good… all warm inside and very happy.” They hugged and squeezed for a long time.

“I call shower,” Jessica said as she ran to the bathroom. Dixie sat on the bed and grinned.

“Good morning,” Lexi said as she had laid out breakfast for everyone. Darcy and Zara were already up and dressed. Melanie and Mallory sat down a few minutes later.

“Sorry, we’re late but Melanie had to look beautiful,” Mallory said.

“I do not.”

“Hey, kiddo, you always look beautiful to me,” Lexi said as she hugged Melanie from behind. Melanie made a face at Mallory who smiled and crossed her eyes at the twin sister she adored. They were fiercely devoted to one another. Melanie was the second twin born and was in the womb an inordinately long time. As a result, her right arm was not fully functional and she had a slight limp in her right leg. Mallory was always protective of her little sister as she called her, helping her do everything. For a long time, Mallory said she’d never get married until Melanie did. Melanie told her a couple of years ago that she didn’t have to wait and Mallory agreed but Tatiana and Dave didn’t think Mallory would get married before her sister.

“Are we picking up Paulita?” Darcy asked.

“I told her mom we’d be there at eleven,” Lexi said. They finished eating, picked up Paulita and made it to the mall by eleven-thirty.

“Should I use the card, Mom?” Darcy asked.

“Yes, and Zara too,” Lexi answered.

“Where are you going?” Will asked.

“Zara and I are going to the Paris Boutique,” Darcy said.

“You won’t come back as can can dancers, will you?” Will asked.

“Hey, that’s an idea,” Zara said.

“Honey, you need a couple of outfits,” Lexi said to Zara. “Darcy make sure she gets them.

“I will, Mom.”

“We’re going with Paulita to the music store,” Mallory said.

“Big surprise,” Will said. Paulita had appointed herself the guardians of the twins since they were eleven and though they were all eighteen now she still never let them out of her sight.

“And you two?” Lexi asked grinning.

“We’ll decide as we walk,” Jessica said and they left holding hands.

“Well, all our little chicks have left the nest,” Lexi said as she turned to Will.

“There not all ours.”

“I wish they were.’

“You do?” Will asked.

“Yes, don’t you?”

“I don’t know, I already live with three women, I can’t imagine seven.”

“I don’t hear you complaining so far.” Will lowered his head, chuckled and looked up.

“No, I’m not complaining.”

“Do you want to sit and rest?”

“No, I’m okay.”

“I don’t mean to treat you like a baby, Will, but I worry about you.”

“I’m glad you worry about me; it makes me feel safer.” He had asthma and could have an attack at any time for no apparent reason. Some of them were bad and Lexi, Darcy or Zara had to get him through them and get him to breathe. He also had a dislocated back that could go out at the slightest movement and he was on the floor and couldn’t move without help. As a result, either Lexi, Darcy or Zara were always with him at home.

“I need a pair of shoes,” Lexi said.

“Good, I can watch you stretch your legs when you try them on.”

“You’re funny.”

“I meant it.”

“I know, that makes me look forward to tonight.”

“Are you seducing me Mrs. Robinson?”

“Hey, you’re the one that wants to ogle me.”

“That’s right it was me that started this.”

“I’ll let it go this time.” Lexi gave Will a kiss and they walked to the shoe store.

* * *

“I feel funny spending this much money for clothes,” Zara said.

“Don’t, Mom likes to buy things for us.”

“It still bothers me.”

“Well, find at least two outfits or she’ll be miffed at me.”

“I’ll do it so you won’t get in trouble.”

“Fair enough.” Zara found three pants and top combinations that she liked and was trying to eliminate one.

“I can’t make up my mind.”

“You’re driving me crazy, just get all three.”

“No, that’s too much.”

“We’ll take all three, Ma’am,” Darcy said to the clerk and laid down the credit card.

“No.”

“Zara, we’re getting all of them, you look great in everything.”

“I guess Mom will be happy.”

“Yes, now let’s go, I need shoes, make-up, and a bra.”

“Do I have to come into the dressing room with you?”

“Of course, I want your opinion when I try them on.”

“It’s not safe in there when you unleash those giant melons. There’s not enough room for another person,” Zara said grinning.

“Oh, you’re hilarious, you must’ve been hanging around Jessica.”

“There’s no chance of being around Jessica unless Dixie is there too.”

“I know, there inseparable, I guess we’ll have to live with that.”

“Yeah, they’re a couple.”

“Do you feel bad because you’re single?”

“No, not at all. I don’t want to be tied down,” Zara said.

“I was hoping you felt that way. I like being single too and I like going places with you.”

“Likewise. You’re more fun than a guy.”

“I’m glad you’re my sister, Zara.”

“I’m glad you’re my sister too.” They started for the lingerie shop. “Well, let’s see if we can find a giant bra for your girls.” Darcy chuckled as they went on their way.

* * *

“What do you and Yuri do?” Paulita asked.

“The movies, plays, pizza and we go to each other’s houses and watch television or play games.”

“Sounds fun,” Paulita said.

“Yeah,” Melanie said softly. Paulita looked at Mallory.

“What’s wrong?” Paulita asked.

“Yuri likes to do outdoor things.”

“So,” Paulita said.

“He likes to hike. Can you see me hiking?” Melanie asked.

“I saw you take care of yourself in the jungle,” Paulita reminded her friend.

“We were stuck there; it was push on or die. I can’t hike on steep trails like he does. He goes rafting and canoeing. I can’t do those things.”

“What’s so hard about riding in a canoe or on a raft?” Paulita asked.

“It takes two people to launch a canoe or raft. I’m so clumsy and helpless. He has to do all the work. I know it bothers him that I have limitations.”

“He told me he doesn’t care, Melanie. He just wants to be with you,” Mallory said.

“He told you that when?”

“After church about three weeks ago… he also told me he loves you.”

“What?” Melanie asked.

“He said he loves you. It’s obvious he does, anyone can see that,” Mallory said.

“Well, I think he is the luckiest boy in the whole world,” Paulita said. Melanie stopped walking and lowered her head.

“What’s wrong, baby?” Mallory asked. Melanie was crying softly.

“What Paulita said was so sweet.” Paulita looked at Mallory and grinned as she turned Melanie’s head towards her smiling.

“You know I love you, baby girl, and you too Mallory.”

“We know and we love you back, Paulita,” Mallory said.

“Come on, let’s spend some money,” Paulita said.

“We’re paying,” Mallory said.

“That’s not fair,” Paulita said.

“Mom said to use her card and we will,” Melanie said.

“Then I won’t buy much.”

“If you don’t then Mallory and I will buy a bunch of stuff, gaudy things; orange socks, pink pants, lime green scarves for you.” Paulita chuckled and shook her head.

“Okay, let’s go.” They shopped and bought what they wanted and Paulita bought things too because she knew Mallory and Melanie would do exactly what they said they would if she didn’t.

* * *

“What are you thinking about?” Dixie asked Jessica as they walked holding hands towards the pet store. Jessica liked to hold the puppies and kittens. Dixie wasn’t an animal person but she indulged her girlfriend. In return Jessica went to the dollar store with Dixie. Dixie bought towels, hot pads, table cloths and the like then gave them to the local soup kitchen. She volunteered there, two Saturdays a month and Jessica helped.

“Us.”

“What about us?”

“How much I love you and how happy I am.”

“Me too,” Dixie said as they kept walking. Jessica stopped. “What’s wrong?”

“That’s it, me too. That’s all you can say?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“That you’re madly in love with me and you can’t stop thinking about me.”

“Okay, that too.”

“Boy, you really pour your heart out in sentiment.” Dixie pulled Jessica to a nearby bench and they sat.

“What’s the matter, Jess?”

“I don’t know, it’s just this morning I had a wave of funny feelings that came over me.”

“What kind of feelings?” Jessica was sitting with her head down and turned to look at Dixie.

“I’m afraid you’ll leave me.”

“Where did you get that idea?”

“The other day we passed Mandy Simmons and you said hello and smiled at her.”

“Because she said hello to me first.”

“It’s no secret that she’s a lesbian too and she likes you. She tells everybody how much she’s attracted to you.”

“It’s a one-way street, Jess. I have no interest in Mandy Simmons.”

“What about Tay Winters?”

“What about her?”

“Well, she’s tall and pretty like Mandy and you’re tall, why would you want a runt like me?”

“Do you hear me complaining?”

“Tay likes you. I saw her at the drugstore last week and she said she was going to steal you away from me.” Jessica lowered her head and cried softly. Dixie sat looking at her feet and shaking her head. Then she touched Jessica’s shoulder and her girlfriend looked up through wet eyes.

“Understand something, baby, I love you and only you. And, yes, you are all I think about when I’m not with you and when I’m with you. I never want to leave you. You’re my life, sweetheart, I hope you know that by now. I don’t care a bit about Mandy Simmons or Tay Winters no matter how tall they are. Jessica was crying big tears then she hugged Dixie and buried her head sobbing. Dixie held her tight and after a few moments Jessica looked up and smiled.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry just know that I love you. I’m not much for flowery expressions of love like you are but my passion is for you. Okay?”

“Okay.” Jessica wiped her face and they started walking again.

“The longer you live with Miss Belinda the more you act like her.”

“I know, isn’t it wonderful?” Jessica said grinning and Dixie looked to the ceiling and rolled her eyes.

CHAPTER TEN

Morning came and Andy tried to get on the President’s floor to tell the secret service what he saw but was met with a roadblock of two agents. He pleaded with them but they were adamant… no one entered the President’s floor. Finally, he sent a message to the President through the front desk. He waited and a few minutes later there was a knock on his door. He had told Dave and he suggested that Andy tell the President.

“I’m Trent Wilson, head of the President’s security detail. You said you had some information.”

“Yes, sir, I do,” Andy said.

“You can tell me.”

“I was sitting in the park across from the hotel yesterday and I saw two men, tall, wearing black hanging around the side entrance.”

“What were they doing?”

“Talking and pointing to the hotel and down the street. A car pulled up and they got inside for a few minutes. About ten minutes later the two men got out and the car drove away.”

“Then what?”

“They saw me and stared for a moment. Not long after that they went down the side of the hotel and disappeared.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes.” Trent thought for a moment then nodded.

“Okay, thank you, Mr. Kline,” Trent said then left.

“What was that about?” Jozette asked as she’d been sitting in a chair reading.

“I saw a couple of characters lurking around the hotel yesterday.”

“What were they up to?”

“Nothing I hope.”

“Are we ready?” Justin said as they all stood in the hotel lobby.

“Born ready, Mr. Andersen,” Andy said and received looks from everyone except Dave who grinned.

“What?” Belinda asked.

“Roscoe Lee Browne, the Cowboys, 1973 with John Wayne,” Andy answered but there was no response. Jozette rolled her eyes at Tatiana who grinned. “Well, that went nowhere.”

“I remember, Andy… good movie,” Dave said.

“Okay, let’s get on the shuttle,” Justin said and they rode to the meeting. It was a city hall meeting room, an auditorium actually, though not a very big one. It seated about a hundred people. There were some photographers and a handful of reporters. They found ten seats together in the sixth row and sat. After a half an hour, security agents from both sides came in looked around then motioned to the side and a door opened. In walked President Lexington and President Deniken. They sat at a round table across from one another. Andrew and Henry flanked Ellen and Deniken was assisted by Vasily Boronovitch. There were two interpreters, one American and one Russian.

“Shall we get started?” Andrew said and it was interpreted for Deniken, though as mentioned earlier the Russian President understood English perfectly.

“Welcome, Madam President,” the Russian interpreter said to Ellen after Deniken had spoken.

“Thank you and welcome to you, Mr. President,” Ellen said.

“The salient parts of the treaty are before us on the table,” Andrew said.

“Madam President, the treaty as a framework is a good start. I believe that we can use it as a guide for negotiations,” Sergei said.

“I think it is fine the way it stands. It gives both sides the principal items they are seeking. The Ukraine stays out of NATO and The Crimea is given back to The Ukraine, where it belongs,” Ellen said.

“The Crimea is an independent republic,” Sergei posed.

“Mr. President, there is no one on this planet short of your propaganda department that believes that The Crimea is independent. Russia controls The Crimea much as the Old Soviet Union controlled Eastern Europe from 1945-1989,” Ellen replied.

“I am insulted at that last statement, Madam President. Russia does not control The Crimea,” Sergei said.

“Not to deal in clichés but I guess we’ll have to agree to disagree, Mr. President,” Ellen said and Sergei nodded as a signal to move on to something else.

“NATO membership,” Andrew said.

“The Ukraine agrees to not petition for NATO membership as long as Russia honors the existing border,” Ellen said.

“But will The Ukraine keep its promise in perpetuity?”

“As long as Russia keeps the border as it is now.”

“I see and if Russia pulls all existing administrative offices out of The Crimea what about a naval base?”

“The Ukraine has agreed to a limited naval presence for Russia so they have a warm water naval port.” Sergei conferred with Boronovitch who nodded acceptance.

“Russia needs a full naval base either in the Black Sea or the Baltic. Russia would accept a base on Hiiumaa,” Sergei suggested. Ellen talked with Andrew and Henry. It was clear from the gestures that the two advisors were giving a definite no to a base in the Baltic.

“That’s not a subject that can be broached at this time. Estonia will not give up part of its land for a Russian naval base,” Ellen said. Sergei conferred again with Boronovitch and he sat back shaking his head no.

“Russia cannot be denied a naval base. Further discussion is necessary along those lines or there will not be a treaty,” Sergei said but his tone and facial expressions made it obvious he was not speaking for himself.

“I see, then I guess we are through for the day,” Ellen said. Security agents scrambled to clear a path for the two leaders. The Presidents left the room and the building. The rest sat in their seats until they received the signal to depart.

“Dave, any comment?” Justin asked.

“No surprise.”

“Really?” Andy asked.

“The Russians are hard to negotiate with for just about anything,” Dave replied.

“Will they work with the President to hammer out a treaty?” Jozette asked.

“They will but they’ll kick up their heels for all to see first.”

“When will they meet again?” Andy asked.

“Perhaps tomorrow. The aides on both sides will work out a meeting date,” Dave said.

“So, we get a break,” Justin said.

“Looks like it,” Dave said.

* * *

“They broke up the meeting, Comrade,” Nicholas Panesky, a lackey for Andrei Kulagin said as he came into Kulagin’s office. It was really just a room in a flea bag hotel in downtown Volgograd.

“No surprise. Deniken knows he’s on the clock. If he gives away too much too soon, he could be shot.”

“Are we still a go for tomorrow?”

“Yes.”

“Should I contact Lanewsky and Manatov?”

“No, I’ll do that. Just stay in contact with the hotel and let me know when they’ll meet again. Panesky left and Andrei took out a cell he used for private calls. It couldn’t be traced and he definitely didn’t want anyone to know who he was talking to at any time, let alone now.

“Lanewsky, how are things?”

“We’re ready, Galkin is set and Bulganesky has things right where we want them. He has the secret service and the Russian guards eating out of his hand.”

“Good, but watch out for Wilson, the American, he’s no fool and he won’t be taken in by any gratuities.”

“Yes, Comrade.”

“We move after tomorrow’s meeting during the tour as planned.” Kulagin put his cell away.

* * *

Lieutenant Radinsky showed up early for work at Kapustin Yar and that’d been part of his plan for months. He needed to win the favor of Colonel Azarov. He had everything in place and Kulagin’s entire scheme depended on Radinsky pulling off the impossible. If he failed then Kulagin, Radinsky, Galkin and all of the confederates would be shot for treason.

“Good morning, sir,” Radinsky said as Azarov made it to the command console.

“Hello, Lieutenant, everything running smoothly I take it.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Captain Retzlarian, where are we on the U.S. missile tests?”

“The usual amount the last wo days. They had spiked a week ago but it doesn’t seem to be connected to the summit,” Retzlarian said.

“Don’t kid yourself, Captain, everything is connected to this summit,” Azarov remarked and Retzlarian nodded.

“Sirs, I need to recalibrate this afternoon,” Igor said.

“Today?” Azarov asked.

“Yes, it’s been scheduled for weeks.”

“I hate to be out of the control room at such a crucial time,” Colonel Azarov said.

“It’s necessary, sir,” Igor said nervously.

“Could we cancel and do it another day?”

“It really needs to be done on schedule, sir,” Igor said. His fingers were crossed. If Azarov canceled the recalibration then Kulagin and his gang would lose control of the command center. Fully manned there were twelve people in the room. Igor had planned it out so it would be him alone or at the most one other guy. He’d simply kill the other person and man the controls. He could seal the doors and it would take hours, maybe days to get through. That’s all the time he needed to launch the missiles.

“Very well, then but can we make it quick?” Azarov asked.

“Yes, sir, I’ll expedite it and it shouldn’t take more than twenty minutes,” Igor said. Azarov thought for a moment.

“Okay, go ahead.” Radinsky breathed a sigh of relief and his knees stopped shaking. Kulagin wouldn’t kill him for failing, at least not this time.

* * *

“Deke, what do we have on their surface fleet?” General Zumwalt asked at NORAD.

“Some movement in the Sea of Japan and the Mediterranean and of course the Baltic.”

“Anything extraordinary?”

“No, sir, all within their normal range, though there are more ships involved this time.”

“Do you think it’s related to this summit?”

“Possibly but I doubt if it’s anything sinister. It could be the Russians saying, take us seriously in any negotiations.”

“I read it the same way, thanks, Deke.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get Fillmore up here.”

“Yes, sir. Fillmore!” Deke yelled and Sergeant Fillmore presented himself, to the general.

“Yes, sir,” Jerry said.

“Sergeant, what about the clandestine activity around Kapustin Yar?” Walter asked.

“The car is there nearly every day, sir, and the same man comes out to talk to them. Today it was early before his shift.”

“You know it’s the same guy?” Walter asked.

“Yes, sir.”

“The cameras are that good?”

“Yes, sir and we think we know who it is.”

“You’re kidding?” Deke said.

“No, sir. We have him identified as Igor Radinsky,” Jerry said and handed a photo to Walter.

“When did you find this out?” Deke asked.

“Literally, ten minutes ago. I was double checking with photo reconnaissance and I’m sure it’s Radinsky.”

“Who is he?” Walter asked.

“A lieutenant, signal corps officer and he worked in their nuclear weapons development program for three years. He’s twenty-seven and was transferred to Kapustin Yar six months ago,” Jerry said.

“Who is he?” Deke asked, sensing there was more to this Radinsky guy.

“We have information from Interpol, mostly anecdotal but it suggests that Radinksy is connected to Kulagin.” General Zumwalt sighed and shook his head.

“This just keeps getting better and better,” Walter said sarcastically. “Get Alton up here.”

“Yes, sir,” Lieutenant Alton said as she stood at attention in front of the general’s station.

“At ease, Lieutenant. What do you have on their subs?”

“They’ve moved closer to the international line on both of our coasts, sir.”

“What else?” Walter asked as he detected something in Alton’s voice that suggested she had more.

“They’ve deployed their super subs, sir.”

“Super subs?” Walter asked.

“The newest addition to their sub surface fleet, sir. They’re sonar invisible.”

“Are we sure of that?” Deke asked.

“It’s scuttlebutt mixed with some info we have from satellites and U-2 photos, sir.”

“How reliable is it?”

“We track them then they vanish but reappear later, miles away.”

“Are they actually invisible or do they just project a false image?” Walter asked.

“We’re not sure, sir.”

“Great, so now we’re chasing the invisible man.”

“I’m afraid so, sir,” Lieutenant Alton replied.

“Thank you, Lieutenant, keep me informed.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Deke.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get me General Ledger at Alaskan Air Command.”

“Yes, sir.” It was a ticklish situation. The Russians were clearly on the move for some reason and Walter didn’t want to get caught napping. “Sir, General Ledger.”

“Tommy, we’re tracking Russian sub movements and other things and I’m not liking what I see.”

“What’s happening?”

“We’re not sure but I don’t want to be standing around twiddling my thumbs if something happens. Just be on alert and ready.”

“Consider it done, Walt.”

“I’ll keep you informed.”

“Sir, should you call the President?” Deke asked.

“My next move exactly.” General Zumwalt called President Lexington and briefed her on the situation with Russian military moves and the odd happenings at Kapustin Yar. Ellen listened and thanked the general for the update. It was a short conversation and to the point. When she hung up the phone, she called in Andrew and Henry York and they discussed what Zumwalt had told her.

“Any reaction, gentlemen?”

“Typical Russian bluster,” Andrew said.

“Henry?” Ellen asked as she looked at her national security advisor.

“Andrew is right but in light of the summit they could be up to something.”

“Like what for instance?”

“A bold move.”

“Where?”

“Estonia” Henry suggested.

“They’d invade Estonia? You’re kidding I hope.”

“What would you do?” Henry asked. Ellen thought for a moment and the truth was she didn’t know what she’d do.

“Good question. They’d gamble that I wouldn’t go to war over a tiny country that they used to control along with all of Eastern Europe.”

“Exactly and to the Stalinist movement the old Soviet Union borders are the de facto status quo,” Henry posed.

“Then they’d have their Baltic Sea base.”

“They would indeed and you’d have to decide if you wanted to go to war over it,” Henry said. Ellen nodded understanding and agreement with what he said.

“And you and the Russians doubt if I’d do that.”

“Would you?” Henry asked. Andrew was the diplomat but Henry was blunt and to the point. He didn’t pull any punches.

“I don’t know, you and Andrew would have to advise me.”

“But the decision is yours and yours alone, Madam President,” Henry informed her.

“I know that and thank you for reminding me.” Henry nodded.

“Ma’am, what did General Zumwalt have to say?” Andrew asked.

“That Russian subs are more active than usual, their surface fleet is on the move in the Far East and the Mediterranean and there are suspicious events taking place outside of Kapustin Yar. You know just the regular crisis stuff.” Ellen shook her head and sighed.

“Did General Zumwalt alert the Alaskan Command?” Andrew asked.

“Oh, yes. All leaves are cancelled and planes are in the air. It’s routine but the Russians will view it as us stepping things up.”

“As they should,” Henry added.

“Yes, as they should and we both stumble headlong into crisis,” Ellen said as she got up and paced.

“Will you bring up these things to Deniken today?” Henry asked.

“He knows it all and he knows I know as well.”

“How are you going to approach him today?” Andrew asked.

“I’ll let him take the lead. We were ready to sign yesterday. He’s the one who’s stalling. We all know why, part of the Russian mantra as you two both know. The ball is in his court and after he makes his absurd offer, I’ll turn him down and we’ll go from there.”

“You think we have the advantage?” Andrew asked.

“Well, don’t you?”

“I think so, after all it was Deniken’s idea for the treaty. He needs this to shore things up at home. You know big headlines… Deniken keeps The Ukraine out of NATO,” Andrew explained.

“And we’ll give him that for The Crimea but nothing less for us and nothing more for him.”

“No base in the Baltic?” Henry asked.

“No.”

“What about a naval base on the west side of The Crimea. They have one there now.”

“And, I’d be open to that idea.”

“What will The Ukraine say about a Russian presence there?” Henry asked.

“It’s out of their hands. The two super powers are running this show,” Ellen said. Henry nodded agreement.

“Madam President, your car is here,” Bonnie said as she peeked her head into the room.

“I’m coming.”

“Good luck, Ma’am,” Andrew said with two thumbs up.

“I’ll need it.” It was decided that Andrew and Henry should stay at the hotel. Ellen didn’t want to give the impression that she was being handled. Deniken was already at the meeting hall in a room with his advisors. The two presidents would meet at two pm. On this day, meetings were planned for the afternoon then in the evening a bus trip across the Crimean Bridge was scheduled. They would go into Russia and tour the Port of Kavkaz. It was a big PR moment for Deniken and Russian television would play it up big as the Russian President taking the U.S. President in tow like a child. Deniken didn’t want that but it was out of his hands. President Lexington knew all of this but she would play the game. In time Deniken would come to the U.S. and she could return the favor.

“Let’s hope for the best,” Ellen said to Bonnie as the car pulled away from the hotel.

“Can you hammer out an agreement, Ma’am?” Bonnie asked.

“I hope so, you never know. These meetings can bring surprises.”

* * *

“The American President and Deniken will be in for a big surprise,” Yefim Galkin said as he and Yuri Bulganesky, the desk manager finished up the last-minute plans for the kidnapping of the two presidents

“I’ll get Lanewsky and Manatov,” Bulganesky said and pulled out a walkie talkie. They were antiquated but the advantage they had over cell phones was, they couldn’t be traced.

“Yes, sir.” Lanewsky said as the two stood in front of the desk. They weren’t at attention exactly but it was the next best thing.

“They’re at the meeting. The bus tour will begin at five thirty. Be in position across the bridge. Kulagin and his men will make their move after you two stop the bus.”

“Yes, Comrade,” Manatov said.

“Not so loud,” Galkin said softly with a finger to his lips. Manatov looked at Lanewsky who gave a facial gesture telling his partner to be discreet.

“When do we leave?” Lanewksy asked.

“In an hour the two of you will drive across the bridge and wait at the location given to you. It’s a parking lot, level with the street. Remain quiet and no one will notice anything. The U.S. will have no agents in Russia and the Russians will be concentrating on the caravan,” Galkin said.

“Where will the secret service and Russian agents be?” Manatov asked.

“They’ll each be in separate cars to the rear of the bus,” Bulganesky replied.

“Will there be a car in front of the bus?” Lanewsky asked.

“Yes, but he is one of us,” Galkin said and so is the bus driver.”

“How did we manage that?” Manatov asked.

“We did, that’s all you need to know,” Bulganesky said.

“Is there another car to handle the security vehicles after we block the bus?” Lanewsky asked.

“Yes, we have two trucks who will take out the security details before you make your move.” Lanewsky and Manatov looked at one another, grinned and nodded before leaving the front desk and disappearing.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

“Is everything ready?” Kulagin asked one of his lackeys over a cell as his team waited at an abandoned building on the outskirts of Novorossiysk for the two presidents and their entourages to be brought to them. The place was a fortress with a huge cache of automatic weapons, grenade launchers, gas masks, food, medical supplies and a state-of-the-art communication system so they could talk to the police when the building was finally surrounded and they could broadcast a television signal showing the two Presidents held captive. They had a direct line to Kapustin Yar and could also talk to Melenkov when necessary. The plan was multi-faceted and was dependent on several things happening and there could be no foul ups. Both presidents had to be taken and held as ransom. Radinsky had to take over at Kapustin Yar with his finger on the button. Melenkov needed to be in Deniken’s office. Kulagin had made arrangements to take out the Prime Minister Berelenov. Melenkov was the opposition leader to Deniken and with the president and the Prime Minister out of the picture, he would be ready to take over. There were many elements in the military that sided with Kulagin and his philosophy so there would be plenty of help for Melenkov.

“Yes, Comrade, Galkin and Bulganesky report they are set to go into operation.” Once hostages were taken and secure in the possession of the Stalinists, things would start to happen. Radinsky would have control of the missile silo at Kapustin Yar. There was a team assigned to take out the next in line behind the President of Russia, the Prime Minister, Vladimir Berelenov who was on vacation at his villa in the country. It was a full-fledged coup. Melenkov would appear as the titular head of state but it was Kulagin who was set up to take over as dictator. In his mind the country would welcome him as a liberator and any acts of repressive violence would be cheered. For as we know the Russian people long to feel the whip. The biggest thing that Kulagin and his gang had going for them was that President Deniken was not very popular. Even the non-Stalinists didn’t want to give back The Crimea. President Deniken wanted to use The Crimea as a springboard to further reduction in the number of nuclear missiles on both sides. President Reagan and Mikhail Gorbachev had instituted Strategic Arms Reduction Talks (START) to reduce the number of missiles but each side still had around seven thousand. Presidents Deniken and Lexington had exchanged preliminary notes suggesting a program to reduce each side’s numbers by one thousand each year until they reached one thousand per country. That was still enough to completely destroy the planet but it provided a higher moral ground upon which to prevent new countries from establishing a program of nuclear weapons. Of course, secrets never remain hidden for long and there were leaks on both sides. As a result, the two Presidents released their aims to the public and that fed into the mania of militarists in both countries.

“Good, let’s make sure we’re ready.” Andrei was sitting and cleaning his favorite hand gun, a nine-millimeter Beretta. He had a hunting rifle and a 12-gauge shotgun at his disposal as well. His crew carried machine guns along with their own Berettas. These men were armed to the teeth and they knew how to use them and weren’t afraid to do so. Nearly all of them had killed before and frequently members of their own group. Kulagin, not unlike Stalin himself, was paranoid about someone plotting to bump him off and take over and on occasion he’d have two or three shot just to send a message to the rest. He had a total of thirty men, his best ones, on duty today. This was his moment in history and he had the best to help him achieve his goal. In his mind he was destined to greatness, a common characteristic of megalomaniacs. Who decided that he, Andrei Kulagin, was to shine in history’s spotlight today? Why Andrei did, of course… another characteristic of megalomaniacs.

* * *

“What’s this tour thing?” Belinda asked Justin as they all sat together in the hotel dining room for breakfast.

“The two presidents and their people along with the ten of us are going on a trip over the Crimean Bridge into Russia and see the sights,” Justin said.

“What sights?” Dave asked.

“Dave is right, there’s not much to see in rural Russia especially out here. The port at Kavkaz, maybe, if you like ships,” Tatiana said and there were chuckles.

“I think it’s more of a PR thing for the bridge and to show off that we are near Russia and not the U.S.,” Jozette suggested.

“You’re probably right, Jo,” Dave said.

“Where do we go?” Ariel asked.

“A van will take us to the bus at the meeting site,” Justin said.

“What time?” Warren asked.

“We leave here at one,” Justin replied.

“Are you nervous?” Tatiana asked.

“No, are you?” Justin asked.

“Yes, I am,” Tatiana answered.

“Why?” Jozette asked.

“We’ll be going into Russia and it’s always good to be nervous in Russia.” They all looked at Tatiana but no one said anything.

* * *

“Sir, it’s time for the test,” Lieutenant Radinsky said standing in front of Colonel Azarov.”

“Very well, clear the room everyone, Captain Retzlarian will stay with you.”

“But, sir, protocol states that I should do the test alone.”

“I know but I want another person in here in case something goes wrong.”

“Yes, sir.” Radinsky was nervous. Any plan begins to unravel when unexpected changes occur but he could handle it. Colonel Azarov and the rest of the staff of sixteen people, left for the officers’ lounge area.

“What’s first, Radinsky?” Captain Retzlarian asked. The details in an installation like Kapustin Yar or any missile launch site even those in the U.S. military are best left to the junior officers and non-coms. Lieutenants, sergeants and corporals handled the testing then reported to their superiors who passed the results along to the top.

“Lock the room to level one.”

“Level one?”

“Yes, it must be free from any outside breach in case some time we have to do it for real.”

“Makes sense I guess but it’s kind of scary.”

“Scary or not we must do it” Radinsky sat at the control console where he usually was. If missiles were to be launched for real sometime in the future, either he or Retzlarian would push the button.

“Outer doors locked.”

“Ventilation systems closed.”

“Yes, all closed.”

“All communication closed off to the outside.”

“Yes, we are incommunicado.”

“Good,” Igor said.

“Checking circuits,” Svetlov said as he flipped switches and checked dials for electrical readings.

“Phase one,” Igor said as he punched in a code to the computer. A screen overhead lit up and showed all thirty-eight missiles at Kapustin Yar. There were more missiles at the site but only thirty-eight were up for this test. Each one carried a hydrogen warhead so, yes Radinsky had unspeakable power at his disposal when he needed it. “Missile location check.”

“All missiles identified.”

“Missile fuel check.”

“All missiles fully fueled.”

“Missile destination check.”

“All missile targets identified and locked in.”

“Phase two.”

“Initiating phase two

“Missile circuitry check.”

“All circuits working and ready for firing,” Svetlov answered. The words gave him the creeps and he cringed at the thought.

“Lock out entries.”

“Entries locked out.”

“Initiate phase three,” Igor said

“Phase three started.”

“We are in stage four of defensive readiness,” Igor said and a green light went on over the console.

“I hope it always stays there,” Svetlov said.

“Not very realistic.”

“Perhaps not but I have family and I’d like them to see the world for a time… maybe a hundred years or so… at least.”

“Good luck with that. The Americans are building missile defense systems, the Chinese are adding to their arsenal and several fringe countries have nuclear weapons or they’ll have them soon. The likelihood of the world avoiding a nuclear exchange in the next ten years is remote.”

“Sadly, I think you’re probably right.”

“Let’s finish the protocol.” They went through over fifty steps slowly. Igor was stalling until he got a call from Kulagin

* * *

“Madam President, I trust you’re being treated well,” President Deniken said as they sat down and began the obligatory small talk.

“Mr. President, it’s like a luxury resort where all my cares are being swept away.” Cameras were taking pictures as flashes blinded everyone. Sergei leaned over and whispered.

“What a crap fest, to steal an American phrase.”

“I’ve had worse.”

“How’s that possible,” Sergei said and they laughed but no one in the room knew why.

“Shall we get down to business?” Ellen suggested.

“I’d be glad to,” Madam President,” Sergei said through his interpreter.

“The Crimea must be free of Russian influence and dominance.”

“Madam President, Russia would be agreeable to eliminating our dominance as you call it but we still must have influence.”

“Agreed but administrative authority must be returned to The Ukraine.”

“If I were to agree to that, then The Ukraine must withdraw any membership of any kind in NATO.”

“Yes, of course, but the United States would not tolerate any military excursions into The Crimea or The Ukraine.”

“Of course, for as you know, Russia has never had any imperialist designs on any other country.” Ellen gave a brief eye roll, knowing that Sergei was spewing the usual falderal of innocence that all countries did.

“Your history in Eastern Europe after World War II might suggest otherwise but I’m willing to take you at your word.”

“I’m glad you accept my word as true… it is a great comfort that two leaders can display the trust that is necessary to move forward in a complex and dangerous world.” Ellen smiled her biggest smile for the cameras and at the BS Sergei was disseminating. He knew it was BS too but it was part of any diplomatic exchange. Each leader’s job is to press the talking points of their respective nations.

“I think we have an agreement,” Ellen said.

“Madam President if I may,” Sergei said as he raised his hand and gave a hold on a minute expression.

“Yes, Mr. President,” Ellen said as she knew what was coming.

“My country needs to know it has security and to such an end the need for strategic naval bases is paramount.”

“Of course, Mr. President.”

“We must have a base at Sevastopol and Hiiumaa in Estonia.”

“I cannot speak for the Estonian government but I have been in contact with the Estonian president and he is categorically opposed to any Russian presence in his country.”

“It is of vital importance to my country to have a Baltic Sea port.”

“The United States will not agree to Russia occupying Estonia for the purpose of a naval base.”

“That is unfortunate,” Sergei said. He knew well in advance what President Lexington’s response would be to his proposal. But, in any negotiation, one asks for the moon and accepts something in the middle.

“I have, however, been in contact with the Ukrainian President and he is willing to allow you to stay at your present naval base in Sevastopol.”

“Interesting and any conditions?”

“Yes, there are.”

“May I hear them?”

“Access will only be from the sea. There will be a security wall around the base and no Russian military or civilian personnel will be allowed to enter The Crimea from the base. They insist on that part.”

“I think that is workable.”

“Anything else, Mr. President?” Ellen asked with a big grin and Sergei chuckled.

“No, the base was our big concern.”

“And, The Crimea itself being off-limits?”

“Not my first choice but we can make that work,” Sergei said.

“Then are we ready to put this into words for tomorrow so we can sign with a big flourish and make Russo-American diplomatic history.” The two Presidents looked at one another for a moment then they both laughed hard briefly but when the stares occurred from staff members, they sobered up fast.

“Excuse me, sir, but I think it’s time for the bus tour,” Vasily Boronovitch said to Sergei.

“Yes, it’s time, Ma’am,” Trent Wilson added.

“Well, I guess we get moving,” Ellen said as she and Sergei stood up for more pictures. They made their way to the exit, covered closely by their security people. The bus was waiting just a few feet from the door and the two presidents were quickly ushered on board. Justin and his people were all seated in the back. Bonnie Fletcher followed Ellen and Boronovitch went with Sergei. Trent, Johnny Rodriguez and Val Wheaton were on the President’s bus and the rest of the secret service, eleven guys were in a car behind the bus. Zhadonov and his assistant Gregori Retzlaf were the only two Russian security agents on the bus as the rest were in their own car to the rear.

“We’re ready,” Trent said.

“We are too,” Vladimir said and the driver nodded, took off the emergency brake and drove away.

“Was your talk with the President productive?” Dave asked Justin.

“It was, she’s busy and preoccupied with this meeting. She told me she’s busier than she ever thought possible as President. The vice-presidency is a boat ride by comparison, which I’m sure is no surprise to anyone. She wants to talk on the plane ride home.”

“We’re now crossing the Crimean Bridge that opened in 2016. It is a connection between The Crimea and her motherland, Russia,” a tour guide said as he stood narrating the ride.

“Nothing like a pro-Russian guide to set the mood,” Tatiana said.

“In time a rail bridge will parallel the auto bridge and serve as another triumph in Russian engineering.”

“Is the ministry of propaganda open again?” Dave asked and there was laughter. The tour guide turned and gave a dirty look.

“I think you made an enemy,” Andy quipped. The bridge is without a doubt an engineering masterpiece as it stretches nineteen miles so now people don’t have to take a ferry anymore.

“We are now entering Russia,” the tour guide said and Boronovitch raised his fist in the air. Sergei shook his head no and Boronovitch nodded understanding.

“Ma’am, do you feel alright, you look kind of pale?” Bonnie Fletcher asked as Ellen sat with her head back and eyes closed.

“Just tired, Bonnie. I hate staying at hotels even good ones.” Bonnie grinned and adjusted the pillow behind Ellen’s head. The driver was checking everyone in his rear-view mirror then he talked to someone on the phone. He had an ear piece so no one noticed except Trent and Vladimir. It was part of their training to be observant and suspicious of everything and everybody. The driver was talking softly and Vladimir could not understand what he was saying. The bus was going about forty miles an hour followed by the two cars with the U.S. and Russian security agents inside. The driver said something quietly as the bus slowed down.

“What’s happening?” Trent asked as he looked at Vladimir who was also concerned.

“Why are we slowing down?” Ellen asked. Sergei was concerned and peered ahead trying to see in front of the bus. Then there was a screech and a large truck pulled in front of the bus. The driver slammed on the brakes. Trent, Johnny Rodriguez and Val Wheaton got up along with Vladimir and Gregori Retzlaf. The driver opened the front door and in a flash three armed men got on board carrying automatic weapons. They shouted in Russian and Vladimir and Gregori lowered their weapons and slid them along the floor. Vladimir turned to Trent and nodded for him and his two men to do the same thing. They did as it seemed these men meant business. Simultaneously to the boarding of the bus two black jeeps rammed the security agents’ cars behind the bus and four men jumped out with machine guns and riddled the cars with bullets. There was no return fire from the cars and when the armed men opened the doors they looked inside and gave thumbs up to each other; all the Russian and American agents were dead. The Russian car had three plants from Kulagin and their job was to take out the other agents but the orders from Kulagin were to kill them as well. Typical Stalinist tactic. Send someone on a mission and when they complete it, kill them.

“What’s happening?” Belinda asked.

“I think were being kidnapped,” Justin said.

“They can’t do that,” Belinda said.

“Lind, be quiet, they can do whatever they want as long as they’re holding those guns,” Jozette said. Tatiana leaned over, grabbed Belinda’s wrist and made a shushing sound. There was complete silence for a few moments then another man got on board. He had one of those scary appearances and he looked over everyone until he caught a glimpse of Presidents Deniken and Lexington in the back. He whispered something to one of the men with an automatic weapon then he nodded and started for the back. Trent and Vladimir were standing and they didn’t move. Their job was to protect their Presidents and getting between them and danger was the central part of their job. The guy pointed the gun at Trent and said something to Vladimir.

“We better sit down, Yankee, or he’ll kill us and everyone else.” Trent sighed as they both sat. The man with the gun went to the back and looked down at Ellen and Sergei. He said something to Sergei.

“What?” Ellen asked.

“We’re being kidnapped,” Sergei said, shaking his head as if he knew why and wasn’t surprised.

“Why?”

“We’re about to find out but he’ll kill everyone if you and I don’t cooperate fully. He is Andrei Kulagin” Ellen sat back and breathed out slowly. The man returned to the front of the bus.

“Amos didn’t say this was part of being vice-president when he asked me to run with him,” she said to herself.

“Listen to me,” a voice commanded and they all came to attention. He was physically imposing at six four and had forearms that resembled a body builder. “My name is Andrei Kulagin and you’ve been chosen to be part of the revolution. We are in control of both the presidents of Russia and the United States. The whole world will soon know and they will know our terms. If we are not satisfied then everyone on this bus will die along with millions. If I do not get what I want then I will start the conflagration that will destroy the planet.” Stunned wasn’t accurate enough to describe the mood on the bus. Trent and Vladimir exchanged looks. If there was to be any heroism it would be up to them. Assessing the situation suggested that there was next to nothing they could do but that didn’t stop them from thinking about possibilities.

“What do you want?” Dave asked. Tatiana cringed at her husband asking questions and hoped it wouldn’t be perceived by this man as a challenge.

“A change in Russia… a return to the days of Comrade Stalin.

“Why are we being taken prisoner?” Dave asked. Tatiana nudged Dave to stop talking.

“Because you’re here.” He turned and said something to one of the gunmen then left and got into a car in front of the bus. The cell phones were collected and a search was conducted of everyone’s person. A pocket knife was recovered and the search was over. The man who collected the phones went to the front and when the bus driver opened the door, he threw the bag of phones out on the curb.

“I’m a little scared, Warren,” Ariel said.

“Probably not as much as me.”

“Are they taking you because you’re a famous physicist?”

“Who said I was famous?”

“I did.”

“A one-person fan club… I guess I can handle that.”

“Promise me you won’t leave me at any time.”

“We’ll all need to stick together to get through this one.”

“Promise me, Warren.” He looked at her and grinned.

“I, Warren Andrew Peabody do solemnly swear…”

“Warren!” She whispered testily.

“I promise, Ariel, okay.”

“That’s better.” She hugged his arm and he pulled her close to him but he was no hero who was going to protect his woman. If anything, it was probably the other way around he thought as his knees began shaking.

“I don’t like this, Jo,” Andy said.

“I hate it.”

“Just another time for us to be in the soup,” Andy said and Jozette nodded as the bus pulled away led by the car containing Kulagin and a half-dozen others with guns. The two gunmen were up front standing, looking over the crowd. Trent and Vladimir were sizing up the situation looking for an opening… a plan. They weren’t talking, they knew that’d be squelched immediately but they were making eye contact and talking with their eyes and expressions. The one gunman had his weapon pointed to the floor. The other was pointing his straight ahead but Trent and Vladimir knew that the two would be hesitant to open fire in the bus for fear of killing one or both of the presidents. That was the prize cargo and they knew Kulagin would not be happy if anything happened to his hostages. There would be a bullet in the head for both guards if anything happened to Presidents Deniken or Lexington.

“Ask them if I can speak to President Lexington,” Trent said to Vladimir. The gunmen saw the two security agents talking and shouted something in Russian and Vladimir made Trent’s request. After a moment the gunmen said something to Vladimir and nodded. Kulagin would’ve never allowed Trent a visit but these two gunmen weren’t Kulagin.

“Okay but be quick,” Vladimir said and Trent went immediately back to where Ellen was sitting.

“Hello, Trent, how are things up front?” Ellen asked with a grin.

“Not so good, Ma’am.”

“Where are they taking us?” Bonnie asked.

“No idea, Ma’am. I have to go back soon so listen. The Russian guy and I are going to attack the guards. Keep the President safe.”

“I will,” Bonnie said.

“She’ll be fine,” Clarise said. Trent nodded and as he turned to leave, he looked at President Deniken. Sergei gave a slight nod and a wink. Trent sat down across the aisle from Vladimir. The bus was going about fifty miles an hour led by Kulagin’s car. Trent glanced at Vladimir and held his hand down so Vladimir could see his fingers. It indicated they would go on three. Given their relative position Vladimir would go after the gunman with his gun pointed at the floor and Trent would take the one with his weapon pointed straight ahead.

“Get down, Ma’am,” Bonnie said.

“I’m not going to let you take a bullet for me.”

“It wasn’t a request, Ma’am,” Bonnie said and pushed Ellen down and laid across her. Across the aisle Vasily Boronovitch did the same thing to Sergei. It happened very quickly. Trent leaped at the gunmen and grabbed the gun. They were struggling with it as Trent was trying to keep it from pointing at the president and the gunman tried to shoot Trent. It was pointed at the ceiling and Johnny Rodriguez stood up to be between the gun and the President. Clarice did the same thing in front of the President. The last thing the gunman wanted was to shoot either president but he had to regain control. Finally, the gun was lowered and four shots rang out. One went through the bus in the back and one hit Clarice in her left arm. She was a last-minute substitute for Andrew. Johnny Rodriguez was shot in the upper left chest and Little Wolf in the leg. Johnny and Clarice fell back in their seats and Little Wolf moaned and grabbed his leg.

“Brave!” Julieta shouted and Jozette and Andy knew it meant something bad.

“Little Wolf!” Jozette said as she started to get up but Andy pulled her back down. Trent managed to get the gun away, slugged the gunmen in the head and he fell on the floor out cold. Vladimir was struggling also and the gun went off hitting the driver in the head. He fell on the steering wheel and the bus began to swerve. Trent gave the butt end of the gun to the other gunman and he also fell to the floor. The bus was crossing the center line as cars honked and ran off the road. Vladimir pointed to the driver and Trent threw him out of the seat and took control of the bus.

“Open the door,” Vladimir said and when Trent opened the door Vladimir threw out both gunman and the driver out into the ditch as Trent sped along. Kulagin had stopped his car and was standing in the road ahead with his gun drawn and the rest of his gunmen pointing at the bus. “Hey, Yankee, what do you do now?”

“This,” Trent said and floored the bus. Kulagin and most of his men got out of the way but two of them were launched into the air and the car was totaled.

“Great job, Yankee, but where do we go now?”

“That’s your problem, we’re in your country now… Russkie.”

“You know, they’ll find another vehicle and chase us.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that, so you need to find a safe house for us.”

“Clarice,” Bonnie said as she got off Ellen and stood up

“If this is what falling on one’s sword is like then I’ll have to reassess my stance on that subject,” Clarice said. She was holding her left upper arm. Dave went to her aide. Dave was an EMT and good with first aid. He examined the wound and the bullet only grazed the arm. Dave put on a tight bandage and put the arm in a sling. Then he went to Johnny Rodriguez and that was not so good. There was a bullet in the left upper chest and Johnny was barely conscious.

“Are you a doctor?” Johnny asked.

“No, I’m afraid not… just an EMT.”

“I’ll take what I can get.” Dave examined the wound and placed a bandage over it. “How bad is it?”

“Not good, the bullet is still in there. Are you having trouble breathing?”

“A little.”

“The bullet may have punctured the lung. Stay still and try not to exert yourself.”

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem. I don’t have the strength to hold up my head.”

“Miss Jozette, Mr. Andy; Little Wolf’s been hit in the leg,” Julieta said. Andy and Jozette went to their son and Dave followed.

“High, Mom and Dad, what are you doing here,” Little Wolf said in his typical fashion of making people feel better about a situation even when it was him in danger.

“Dave,” Jozette said.

“It’s lodged in the upper leg here but it missed the artery and the bone.”

“How do you know?” Andy asked.

“Because he’d be howling in pain and bleeding like crazy.”

“I know you don’t complain about pain, Son,” Jozette said, “but be honest with me now, please.”

“It hurt going in but not much pain now, I’m sure the swelling will cushion it.” Little Wolf leaned back and sighed as Julieta held his hand.

“Can you get the bullet out, Dave?” Andy asked.

“I don’t know but not here, we need medical supplies and a place that’s not moving.”

“Where are we going?” Jozette asked.

“All we know now is that we’re running for our lives,” Dave remarked.

“I’ll be fine, Mom, Dad and Mr. Dave, go back to your seats and let’s see where we end up.” Jozette kissed his forehead and squeezed Julieta’s wrist before they returned to their seats.

“Okay, Yankee, we got away but it won’t be long until Kulagin has a vehicle and is on our tails,” Vladimir said.

“I know, so what now?”

“Hey, you’re the cowboy, Yankee, not me. That’s right isn’t it, a cowboy takes over and does heroic things to save the day. Isn’t that what you Americans do?”

“Yeah, I guess so… any suggestions?” Trent asked as he drove as fast as was safe but he didn’t know to where. Vladimir thought for a moment.

“We need time and a place to hole up. Maybe help can get to us before they do… okay, turn at that road.”

“How is Johnny doing?” Ellen asked Dave.

“I’m not sure, the bullet is in there and I don’t know what it may have damaged. He could die.”

“Oh, no,” Ellen said and leaned back in her seat.

“I’m sorry, Madam President for what happened to your agent and for you being kidnapped in my country. There are lunatic elements in Russia like everywhere but we should’ve kept you safe.”

“Don’t blame yourself, I have just as many nut jobs in America and they’re probably better armed. The question is, what can we do?” Sergei nodded then shouted something to Vladimir in Russian who responded in Russian.

“What did he say?” Ellen asked.

“Vladimir knows of a place that might give us some protection until we can get help.”

“Hey, Russkie, look behind us,” Trent said and Vladimir turned to see two cars and a van pursuing them at high speed.

“Faster, Yankee,” Vladimir said then went to the back of the bus. He could see Kulagin in the front seat holding a rifle and a handgun. They had commandeered vehicles at the point of a gun no doubt and now they wouldn’t stop until they had Presidents Lexington and Deniken in their grip.

“Kulagin, I assume?” Trent said when Vladimir returned to the front.

“Yes.”

“I doubt if they open fire on us,” Trent said.

“No, they want the two Presidents alive. As for the rest of us… well.”

“That’s what we get paid to do.”

“You’re right, Yankee.”

“Okay, where is this magical hiding place you have in mind?”

“About a mile ahead on your right.”

“What is it?”

“An office building and residence for the rich.”

“How many people will be there?”

“None, it’s not scheduled to open for two weeks.” Trent made the turn and saw a tall building.

“It’s a big one, how tall is it?”

“Sixty stories.”

“Should give us a few places to hide,” Trent said as he saw Kulagin and his gang closing in and he floored the bus and pulled away. They were in the parking lot of the building that was a stone structure ala the older Greco-Roman style but the entrance was mostly glass.

“Sorry, I don’t have a key,” Vladimir said as he looked to the back.

“Then let’s try this… hang on everyone!” Trent shouted then he held the steering wheel tight and bore down straight for the front door. Bonnie shielded Ellen and everyone else did what they could just as the bus crashed through the front doors. Trent got out of his seat and opened the door.

“Get out everyone, quickly!” Vladimir ordered and they moved rapidly out of the bus. “Load up both elevators were going to the fiftieth floor.” The elevators filled as Kulagin and his men arrived and got out of their vehicles.

“What about the door to the stairs?” Justin asked.

“It’s locked and sealed like a vault. It’ll take a tank or a cutting torch to get through.” The bus was blocking the entrance but soon Kulagin’s men slid under the bus and emerged just as the elevator doors closed. Trent helped Johnny off the bus and was holding him on the elevator as they went upward. Vladimir was on the elevator with Sergei and Trent with Ellen. Andy and Jozette helped Little Wolf to the elevator. Vladimir made it clear that neither elevator was to be allowed to go back down. On the fiftieth floor they got out and someone held the door open. Couches were slid into the doorway opening and the doors could never close so the elevator would remain on the fiftieth floor.

“We need to find a safe place,” Trent said and he and Vladimir looked over the floor while the crowd waited. Dave checked Johnny but there wasn’t much he could do with the bullet still in his chest.

“We have to walk up to the top,” Vladimir said.

“Why don’t we just take the elevator?” Warren asked.

“They’d see that and we’d be sitting ducks,” Trent said.

“But we’ll be up there anyway,” Belinda said.

“Yes, but they won’t know exactly where we are and it’ll give us time to prepare,” Trent said.

“Prepare for what?” Andy asked.

“The assault,” Vladimir said. They looked at one another then began the climb to the top.

* * *

“Get the door open!” Andrei shouted and his men tried but it was indeed a vault and bullets did nothing.

“We’ll never get through here, maybe there’s a back way,” one of his men said and Kulagin nodded then walked to the window and looked out thinking for a few minutes.

“Okay, we’ll operate from right here. Denisovitch take Ricekin and bring everything back here. All communications equipment, the weaponry, everything.” His two lieutenants nodded and took off in one of the vehicles.

“Comrade, how long before the authorities find out what has happened?” A man asked walking around with a machine gun on his shoulder.

“Very soon I’m sure but it’ll take some time to mount an attack on us and they don’t know where we are.”

“But someone must’ve seen us head down this road.”

“Perhaps but it’ll take time.”

“What should we do now?”

“Go down to the basement and find a cutting torch.”

“Yes, Comrade,” the man said and disappeared quickly.

“I wonder how Radinsky is doing. Without him I have nothing.”

* * *

“Colonel, I’m getting something from Moscow,” Sergeant Boris Yaselov said as he held a headset to his ear.

“What?” Colonel Azarov asked.

“Security is saying that the two Presidents have been kidnapped.”

“What!” Azarov stood up and paced. “Are you sure?”

“Apparently the bus tour was snagged. A truck stopped the bus, men jumped on board and took the bus.”

“Anything else?”

“The bus was seen driving away rapidly and was pursued by the men who stopped it in the first place.”

“We need to get inside,” Mikhail said and pushed the intercom. “Lieutenant Radinsky, open the door.”

“The test is not complete yet, sir.”

“We have an emergency. I must get in there. Stop the test and open the door.”

“Can’t do it, sir.”

“Radinsky, this is an order. Open the door!”

“Can’t help you this time, Colonel. You see I’m acting for Comrade Stalin and all who believe in him.” Mikael looked at his fellow officers and sighed. Too late he realized that one of the fanatics was on the inside… literally. They were well known throughout Russia. There was little secret of their existence. The government knew it but they were hard to track down and identify. Many people believed in what they did, would offer them protection and wouldn’t tell the police or the military anything.

“You’ll be court-martialed and shot.”

“I’m aware of that, Colonel. Those of us who believe in Comrade Stalin are ready to make sacrifices even our lives.”

“We have to stop this Radinsky,” Captain Retzlarian said and approached the control panel.

“Don’t make me shoot you, Captain,” Radinsky said as he pointed a revolver at the captain.

“You need help, Lieutenant,” Svetlov said as he sat at the computer to cancel the test and open the door.

“I warned you, Captain,” as shots rang out and Retzlarian was hit in the shoulder and chest just below the heart and he slumped in his chair.

“You maniac, Radinsky, I’ll shoot you myself,” Azarov said as he pounded on the glass. Igor was working the control panel and not watching then a grin came over his face.

“Okay, now, Colonel, I’ve taken over.”

“I’ll have the door blasted.”

“You should know better than anyone that if you do that the system will interpret it as a destruction of the site and launch the missiles automatically. “

“Only if they are armed.”

“Correct and I’ve just armed them. I have thirty-eight missiles aimed at the United States. Hydrogen warheads ready to land on New York, Washington, Atlanta, Boston, Houston… well you get the idea. I don’t remember all the places but it won’t matter when I launch because when I push the button, they’ll launch at us and life as we know it on this planet will be wiped out.”

“You’re insane, Radinsky,” Mikhail said.

“My mother used to say that. I don’t know who my father was, never met him. I think, however, that you’re wrong if you think I’m clinically insane. I’m what would be colorfully called a fanatic. I’m ready to die for the cause. You know just like those jihadists. Threats of a court-martial or being shot bounce off me. I know I’m dead so what do I have to lose. I’ll just sit here and wait to hear orders from my comrade and leader.” Colonel Azarov stood staring at Radinsky then moved away to a conference room with his officers.

“He’s right, of course, there’s nothing we can do. We can’t break down the door and even if we could he’d just launch on his own,” Azarov said.

“What should we do, sir?” Sergeant Yaselov asked.

“We have to call Moscow.”

“Yes, sir but who? President Deniken is being held hostage, Berenelov is unreliable and we all know where Melenkov stands on the Stalinists. He’s one of them… allegedly.” Azarov leaned back in his chair thinking.

“You’re right of course… this is it ladies and gentlemen. What we’ve feared for decades, what we’ve guarded against and hoped would never happen is about to happen.”

“Yes, sir,” Yaselov said.

“The odds are very high that this is the last day of peace on Earth, the last day anyone can walk outside and breathe fresh air.

“Yes, sir,” Yaselov repeated.

“Is that all you can say, Sergeant?”

“Did you want me to argue with you, sir?”

“At this point I’d listen to anything.”

“Sir, if I may,” Corporal Kelchak offered.

“Go ahead.”

“Sir, this is what we’re trained for. Hundreds of others all over Russia at installations like this one have been ready for the unthinkable for many years. Many have retired and died and now we’re here. Everyone thinks they’ll be gone before the end is here and all the others before us were that lucky but in our case, we’re the ones to see the end.”

“And your point, Corporal?”

“We’re all soldiers, sir, and this is our job. It could be the last job we ever do but it’s still our job to carry on.”

“Yeah,” Azarov said as he stared at the wall. “This is beyond protocol but I’m not sure it matters now, so if anyone wants to leave and try and find their family and loved ones, you’re free to go.” No one moved or said anything.”

“Sir, Corporal Kelchak is right, our duty is here with you. Whatever happens it’s our job to carry out instructions, whatever they may be,” Yaselov stated and Azarov nodded.

“Into the valley of death rode the six hundred,” Azarov said softly.

“What was that, sir?” Kelchak asked.

“Tennyson, Alfred Lord Tennyson wrote a poem after the British suffered a disastrous fate at the battle of Baraclava during the Crimea War in 1854. The six hundred cavalrymen rode into certain death but did so bravely and without hesitation.”

“A suicide mission, sir?” Kelchak asked.

“Well, I’ve always wanted to go on a suicide mission,” Yaselov said.

“Then Sergeant… you’ve come to the right place.”

* * *

“What do you know,” Agent Wallach asked as she talked on a cell in a room with the door closed. Andrew Bellingham was using a phone given to him by Wallach before he left for the Crimea. She wanted a quick line to someone close to the President.

“The bus was hijacked but then shots were fired, the bus pulled away and was later pursued by the very people who stopped it,” Andrew said.

“Do you think Wilson took the bus back?”

“Maybe but he would’ve needed help.”

“There were Russian agents on board, maybe they made a pact or something.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you have any idea where they are?”

“In Russia somewhere.” Wallach thought for a moment.

“What about our agents and the Russian agents?” There was a period of silence.

“They’re all dead,” Andrew said. Cheryl took a deep breath. They were trained for this sort of disaster but it still was hard to take. She had friends in the car.

“Alright, call me when you know something.”

“I will immediately.” Wallach put her phone away and walked into the hall of the Whitehouse. “Brannigan, come here.” An agent came over and they moved to a place under a stairway.

“What is it?”

“The Falcon is down.”

“What!”

“The President and Deniken have been kidnapped.”

“How?”

“The bus tour was a set up.”

“The Russian government?”

“I don’t know but I doubt it. Sounds like the Stalinists are at it again.”

“Where is she?”

“Unknown.”

“Bellingham?”

“He called but all he knows is that the bus was hijacked.” Wallach fidgeted and looked at her feet.

“There’s something else isn’t there?”

“Yeah.”

“What?”

“It’s bad, Tim.”

“What!”

“We had three agents on the bus, Wilson, Rodriguez and Wheaton. The rest were in a car behind the bus. The car was run off the road and all the agents were killed. The Russian agents too.” Brannigan walked away and lowered his head. After a moment he walked back to Wallach.

“Billy was in that car.”

“I know and so was my best friend, Angelo.”

“This is the worst, Cheryl.”

“I know but we have a job to do and we need to do it.” Brannigan nodded.

“You’re right… what about Jensen?”

“She’s in the hotel. Bellingham and York are with her.”

“How many agents?”

“Four.”

“Not enough,” Brannigan posed.

“I know but it’s all we have. So far she doesn’t appear to be in any danger.”

“Can we get her out of the country?”

“We need to try. Bellingham and York are putting out feelers to get a flight to Kiev. Then they could fly to Washington.”

“What next?”

“We need to tell the husband and kids.” They both went to the residency on the second floor.

“They’re busy,” an usher said at the door of the residence.

“This is an emergency, tell him to come out now.”

“Hello, Ms. Wallach,” Don said as he walked out into the hall. “Is there a problem?”

“Sir, Andrew Bellingham just called me and the President has been taken.”

“What do you mean taken?”

“The bus she was on along with her staff and the Russian President and his staff was hijacked.”

“By who?”

“We don’t know for sure but I suspect it was a Stalinist element.”

“Oh, boy, they’re fanatics.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Do we know where they are?”

“No, sir.”

“I assume the reason had something to do with the treaty that the Stalinists and many in Russia oppose.”

“Seems likely,” Cheryl said.

“What happens now?” Don asked.

“You tell your children and of course you can’t leave the Whitehouse.”

“Understood but what about the government?”

“We’re working on it, sir.”

“Thanks for telling me.”

“Yes, sir.”

* * *

“What’s wrong, Dad?” Shelly asked. They were watching television together like they did nearly every evening. Brian was under house arrest as he called it and Shelly didn’t want to cause any extra trouble for her dad so she’d been staying home every night as well. Don walked slowly up to his kids grim faced. He said nothing for a moment and Shelly and Brian became concerned.

“What is it, Dad?” Brian asked.

“Something’s happened,” Don said as she sat down on the edge of a chair facing his children.

“What?” Shelly asked as her countenance had moved from interest to fear.

“The bus your mom was on has been hijacked.”

“What? How is that possible?” Brian asked.

“I don’t know but everyone on the bus is missing. That’s all I know.”

“What will they do to get Mom back?” Shelly asked.

“I don’t know that either.”

“They must have some plan in mind,” Brian said.

“Maybe they do.”

“Shouldn’t they tell you,” Brian said.

“Yeah, you’re the President’s husband,” Shelly added.

“Look, kids, I have no role in the government whatsoever, I’m just a glorified babysitter.”

“You’re more than that, Dad,” Shelly said.

“I wish I was, baby, but my only job is to keep you two out of trouble.” Brian looked down and shook his head. Shelly went to her dad and hugged him.

“Will the army get Mom back?” Brian asked.

“It’s not that easy, they’re in Russia and an operation by us would technically be an act of war.”

“But kidnapping the President must be an act of war also,” Brian said.

“Oh, I agree with that but it wasn’t the Russian government that took her but a band of fanatics.”

“The Stalinists?” Shelly asked.

“That’s right and they’ll kill anyone who gets in their way.”

“Including mom?” Brian asked.

“Yes, Brian, including your mom.” They just sat silent after that.

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Sir, we have a situation in Russia,” Deke Winters said as he approached General Zumwalt in the situation room at NORAD.

“What?”

“The President has been kidnapped.”

“How?”

“The tour bus that was going over the bridge was taken by a band of hooligans.”

“Hooligans nothing, they were Stalinists. That group is just crazy enough to do something like that.”

“We don’t know any more than that right now.”

“Alright, keep digging.”

“Yes, sir,” Deke said and went back to his console.

“Sir,” Lieutenant Alton said standing in front of Zumwalt’s desk.

“Yes.”

“There’s been an incident at Kapustin Yar.”

“What?”

“The site is compromised. We’re picking up conversations from our satellites that suggest the site has been taken over by a Stalinist.”

“Great, that’s all we need. Anything else?”

“Yes, sir… he’s armed the missiles.” Walt stood up and let out a big sigh.

“Take us to DEFCON FOUR and get me Alaskan Air Command on the line.

“Yes, sir.” The light overhead changed from DEFCON FIVE to DEFCON FOUR. A man handed a phone to General Zumwalt.

“Hello, Tommy, this is Zumwalt at NORAD. The President’s been kidnapped in Russia… Well, they were taking that idiotic bridge tour when a group of renegades took her… yeah, I agree. That’s all we know but we also found out that Kapustin Yar is compromised. Yeah, it’s been taken over by a Stalinist and he’s locked the doors. Of course, they can’t breach or the computer will launch the missiles automatically… yes, they’re armed. Probably the guy who took over and locked the door. Yes, I know and I’ve moved to DEFCON FOUR. Yeah, scramble the bombers. What? Yeah, I know that they’ll interpret our bombers in the air as a start of an attack, Tommy, but I don’t want to be caught with our planes on the ground. Okay, I’ll stay in touch.” Walt handed the phone to an assistant and stared at the board showing an enormous map of the world. All was calm and normal at this point though Russian submarine activity was conspicuous.

* * *

“Calm down, I can’t hear anyone!” Wendy Lewis said as she had arms in the air trying to quiet everyone in the Whitehouse press room. It was full of reporters and everyone knew now that the President had been taken.

“Wendy!” A reporter shouted and almost instinctively everyone quieted to listen to the question.

“Yes, Dan.” Wendy was the assistant press secretary and with Kent in Russia it fell on her to conduct any press briefings. None had been planned. Kent made that clear before he left. No one spoke to the press except Kent. Those were Kent’s rules. But obviously things had changed.

“Wendy, where is the President.”

“We don’t know, somewhere in Russia.”

“How did this happen?” John continued.

“We don’t know that either, details are sketchy.”

“Have there been ransom demands?” Another reporter asked.

“No.”

“What is being done to get her back?”

“It’s early, Stephanie, I’m sure plans are being made as we speak.”

“You mean you don’t know?” Another reporter asked.

“In case you are unaware Miles, the Whitehouse assistant press secretary is not usually involved in tactical planning of military operations.” There was laughter.

“Where is the Speaker of the House?”

“I can’t disclose that.”

“Do you know?”

“I can’t disclose that.”

“Where is the Secretary of State?”

“I can’t disclose that.”

“Is this going to be your response to everything?”

“If you expect me to reveal information about the location of key members of the government then yes. You look smarter than that, Adam.” There was more laughter.

“With the President abducted and the Speaker’s whereabouts unknown then the President Pro Tem of the Senate is in charge, right?”

“That would be right Megan,” and there was light laughter.

“Where is he?”

“You can’t disclose that,” a reporter spoke up quickly and there was more laughter.

“You’re catching on fast,” Miles.” The press conference ended and Wendy went up to Cheryl Wallach in the hall. “Where’s Benton?”

“We’re headed to his residence right now.” Perry Benton was the oldest serving Senator of the majority party and the line of succession goes: President… vice President… Speaker of the House… President Pro Tem… Secretary of State, etc. In nearly all cases the President Pro Tem is a very old person. Not that elderly people are mentally incapable of being President but the strains are considerable, and in the past the Pro Tem position has been held by people who were physically infirm as they hung onto power. It is certainly a weak point in the American political system. Senator Benton was in his seventh term at the age of eighty-four. The people of Wyoming liked Perry and returned him to the Senate every time he asked.

“We need to speak to the Senator immediately,” a secret service man said as seven of them were on the porch and around the house of Perry Benton.

“The Senator is resting,” a man said but before he could finish the agents pushed their way into the house.

“This is an emergency and we have to see the Senator now!” The agent said firmly.

“Paul, what is it?” A man said as he came into the room and when he saw the men in suits his shoulders slumped. “I saw the press conference and I guess you’re here for me.”

“Yes, Senator, we need to take you to the Whitehouse right now.” Perry nodded.

“Paul, would you get my cane, please.”

“Here, you are, Senator.”

“Let’s go, sir.” They ushered Perry to a car and sped rapidly to the Whitehouse complete with flashing lights and sirens as they pulled into the rear exit and led Perry upstairs to the situation room.

“Here’s a place for you, Senator,” an agent said as he stood behind a chair he pulled out. It was a large oval table used for meetings like this. Men and women were already there and all rose for the President Pro Tem. Pro Tem is short for Pro Tempore, which is Latin for “In place of.” The President pro Tem is a placeholder for the President of the United States Senate who is the vice-President. Perry never wanted the job. He liked being a senator but he didn’t like being in the line of succession. Normally, with three people ahead of you the chances of being thrust into the Presidency are remote even close to non-existent. But, remember there was no vice-President, the President’s whereabouts was unknown and the Speaker was also out of touch. So, Perry Benton was in the hot seat whether he liked it or not.

“Thank you,” Perry said as he sat. “Well, I see the gangs all here.” There was laughter despite the situation. “Secretary of State, Marty Ingersoll, Secretary of Defense, Susan Rojas, Secretary of the Treasury, Louise Chen, Attorney General Haakon Meisner, CIA Director, Rita Fitzgerald, FBI Director Marcus Washington, Secretary of Homeland Security, Rajesh Sanghvi, Secretary of the Interior, Cian Minh, Secretary of Commerce Mohammed Aziz and Secretary of Health and Human Services, Jonathan Red Cloud. You know, I hope things work out here for the best today but whatever happens I like the look of this room. I’ve been around a long, long time, some of you could be my children and a couple my grandchildren. I remember when this room was filled with all white men. They were good men for the most part but that was wrong. This is what we should strive for; I don’t know if this room looks like America but it’s what it should look like if it’s going to represent America. There, my speech is over. Now, what is going on with the President and where is the Speaker?”

“Senator, President Lexington was taken along with the Russian President and all of their aides. They were on a bus and it has disappeared. Russian security forces are on the hunt for it,” Marty Ingersoll answered.

“Who took them?” Perry asked.

“We think a Stalinist group is behind it.”

“Andrei Kulagin, of course.” The people around the table looked at each other almost in surprise at Perry’s acumen at his age.”

“Yes, it still works,” Perry said pointing at this head and grinning. Marty Ingersoll smiled.

“The bus was stopped and a carload of American agents and one of Russian agents was ambushed and they were all killed. The bus then sped away and smashed the vehicles that’d been driven by the leaders. Later they were seen taking off in other vehicles and chasing the bus,” Marty continued.

“So, maybe our people or the Russians both acting together retook the bus from the hijackers.”

“It’s possible,” Marty said.

“Where’s the Speaker?”

“As far as we can tell she’s holed up in the hotel where they stayed. We don’t know how many agents are with her,” Louise Chen said. The Secret Service is a division of the Treasury Department so, the safety of the President falls to the Secretary of the Treasury.

“Have there been ransom demands?” Perry asked.

“Not yet,” Rajesh Sanghvi replied.

“Can we get Valerie back here?” Perry asked.

“We don’t know,” Rita Fitzgerald said. “My people have been trying to contact her with no luck so far.

“Senator, there’s something else,” Susan Rojas said.

“What?”

“It appears that the Stalinists mean business in a big way.”

“Explain.

“Kapustin Yar has been taken over by a fanatic that is surely working for Kulagin.”

“How many missiles?”

“Could be as many as forty,” Rojas answered.

“And we suspect they’re armed?”

“Yes, sir. We’re picking up chatter by Stalinist groups claiming the missiles are ready to head towards New York, Washington, Atlanta, etc. We’re not certain of this but we have to act as if it is legitimate,” Susan concluded.

“I agree. What do you think, Rita, do you have anything on these missiles?”

“Just the same thing Susan has. We have sources inside Russia and near Kapustin Yar but nothing definitive. Russian forces have surrounded the site but we know they have a doomsday mechanism if the control room is breached.”

“Yes, so all they can do is sit and watch.” Perry got up and walked to a corner of the room, turned his back on everyone and with hands clasped behind his back as he looked at the ceiling. There was silence for a few moments as they all looked at each other then Perry turned to face the table.

“Senator, General Zumwalt has moved to DEFCON FOUR,” Rojas added.

“Based on the missile site being compromised?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Alright, folks, now we need to proceed very cautiously here. We can’t let a group of lunatics coax us into a nuclear exchange,” Perry said.

“The Russian government is not behind this, sir,” Ingersoll posed.

“Of course, not but if these nuts start launching missiles at us then General Zumwalt will carry out his standing orders… full scale retaliatory attack. The end of everything.”

“We need the Speaker back here,” Haakon Meisner said.

“Is that possible?” Perry asked.

“We hope so, sir, they should be working on it right now,” Rita Fitzgerald said.

* * *

“Madam Speaker, we need to get you back to Washington as fast as possible,” Derek Menzer said as he stood in Valerie’s hotel room along with three other agents, Andrew Bellingham and Henry York.

“How, Derek, there’ll be spies everywhere,” Janet Chester said as she peeked through the blinds to the street below.

“We have to find a way,” Derek said.

“This town is crawling with Stalinists, it’d take an army to get her to the airport,” Andrew said.

“She’d be better off to stay holed up here,” Henry said.

“No, Henry that won’t work. Right now, all attention is on the kidnapping but in time they’ll realize that the Speaker is still here in Kerch. Then they’ll make their way back here and take her. It would be a prize to have the first two lines of succession,” Andrew explained.

“So, what do we do, Andrew?” Henry asked.

“We take a cab to the airport and buy a ticket for the Speaker on the next flight to Kiev,” Andrew answered.

“Well, that sounds like a great idea, Andrew, but just how do you propose doing it. We’ll be made before we get out of the lobby,” Henry said.

“He’s right, sir,” Derek said.

“Yes, normally that would be the case.”

“But you have some idea that will make this case abnormal,” Henry said.

“As a matter of fact, I do.”

“We’re all ears,” Henry said.

“The best bet is for you Henry and the Speaker to go, just the two of you… in disguise.”

“Disguise,” Valerie said.

“Yes, now you do have some casual clothes I take it,” Andrew said.

“A sweatshirt, jeans and tennis shoes.”

“Perfect. Henry, what about you?”

“A casual shirt and some slacks.”

“Okay, now sunglasses are a must. Henry, you’ll need to die your hair and, Valerie, you’ll have to let your hair down on your shoulders. I’ve never seen you when it wasn’t up like it is now.”

“You think this will work?” Valerie asked.

“I don’t know but it’s your only chance of getting back to the states.”

“What about a flight?” Derek asked.

“I checked and there’s a seven o’clock to Kiev,” Agent Chester replied.

“How do we pay, they’ll be suspicious of American dollars,” Valerie said.

“I know, but I cashed in dollars for rubles the day we got here,” Andrew said.

“Why?” Valerie asked.

“I thought I might buy a souvenir for my wife and maybe visit the local places.”

“I suppose you know the cost of the flight,” Valerie remarked.

“Yes, and this is more than enough,” Andrew said as he handed a wad of currency to Henry.

“What about you, Andrew?”

“I’ll stay here, maybe I can help in some way.”

“But you’ll be in danger. If they see you, they’ll take you also,” Henry posed.

“I’ll survive, remember I was a marine a long time ago.”

“We’re the same age, Andrew, and sixty-four is not a good time to rely on your marine skills from days gone by.”

“Perhaps not but I’ll find a way to make it or go down fighting.”

“Mr. Bellingham…” Valerie started.

“Valerie, you better get started, you’ll need some lead time at the airport.”

“I’ll send agents Chester and Wilkins ahead to check out the airport. John, Janet’s in charge.” John nodded. “If need be, create a disturbance to get attention away from the Speaker and Mr. York.”

“We will, Derek,” Janet said.

“Good, go ahead now, use the back streets, take off your coat and ties and try to blend in as much as possible.” The two agents left as Valerie and Henry went to their hotel rooms to get in disguise.

* * *

“Are we ready?” Henry asked as he and Valerie had changed into their scrubbies. Scrubbies    for Valerie was a sweat shirt and jeans that together cost three hundred dollars. Henry was wearing a polo shirt that cost him eighty. But that’s what they had and it’d have to do.

“I guess, let’s see what happens.” They slipped down a back exit, into an alley and after a few steps Henry stopped. “What’s wrong, Henry?”

“We still look too good for these people.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at those people across the street there. These are poor people. Look how dirty they are and uncombed hair. You see that couple by the street sign. That’s how we should look.”

“What do you propose?”

“When was the last time you played in the dirt?”

“What?”

“Remember when you were a kid and you went out to recess and rolled on the ground?”

“No.”

‘Well it was like this,” Henry said as her reached down picked up a handful or dirt and smeared it on Valerie’s sweat shirt.

“This was new, Henry.”

“That’s the problem, we need to look old, dirty, disheveled.”

“Okay,” Valerie said and smeared dirt on Henry’s shirt and face. After five minutes of this they were much like everyone else.

“Alright, now we can walk and hail a cab.” A few people looked at them but many took no notice and after ten minutes they seemed to blend in with their surroundings.

“I think it’s working,” Valerie whispered. They were about ten blocks from the hotel, which is what they planned. To grab a cab in front of the hotel could tip off someone. Where they were now was part commercial and residential and there were very few people. Henry put up his hand and a red cab stopped. He showed the driver an airport brochure and pointed. The driver nodded and they were on their way, it was a ten-minute ride. They got out and Henry gave the man a large bill. The driver nodded and smiled before pulling away.

“Here we go.” They went inside and spotted the ticket window. This was an airport in name only. There were very few customers and a solitary janitor sweeping up cigarette butts. Apparently, the no smoking wave had not reached The Crimea. At the ticket window Henry did his best with his very limited Russian to buy two tickets to Kiev. He recognized the Russian spelling of Kiev on the schedule board and pointed. The ticket taker handed him two tickets and Henry paid in large bills. They sat on a bench a few feet from the gate. All the while they were there a man in a suit was sitting on a chair watching them. Valerie noticed him and hoped he’d look away but he didn’t.

“What’s wrong?” Henry asked as he noticed Valerie seemed nervous.

“That little man to our right keeps looking at us.”

“Probably wants our autograph.”

“Very funny but I’m getting scared.”

“Relax and don’t look at him.” There were about fifty people waiting to board the plane. At 6:45 a man spoke in Russian and people got up to board. The man in the suit began approaching Henry and Valerie. Henry could see he had a gun on a shoulder holster.

“What do we do?” Valerie asked.

“I don’t know.”

“You cheating bastard!” A woman screamed as she yelled at a man and stuck her finger in his chest.

“You have room to talk, what about that gardener, I bet he tilled your soil.”

“Don’t change the subject!” The two were blocking the path of the little man in the suit and as he tried to get past them, they shifted to stay in his way. Then the couple began moving and pushing the little man with them. He was the quintessential 98-pound weakling. The more he tried to get past them the more they pushed him to a hallway still yelling at each other. Valerie and Henry boarded the plane. In the hall the little man reached for his gun but the man grabbed his arm and bent it behind him as he took the weapon and handed it to the woman. It was agents Wilkins and Chester playing a role to help get Valerie and Henry on the plane. The little man started to yell for help but John dragged him under a stairway and knocked him on the head. He fell on the floor out cold. Looking around they saw no one and took the man into a supply closet and tied him up.

“That should take care of him until they get to Kiev.”

“Must be a Stalinist agent,” Janet said. They left the closet and broke off the inside knob as they went. The plane was moving down the runway and took off.

“Well, they made it out of Kerch.”

“Yeah, now if they can get to Washington,” Janet said. An hour passed then two.

“They’ll be there by now,” John said. They left the airport and walked the streets. They’d make their way back to the hotel to do what they could to keep Andrew safe.

* * *

“We made it,” Henry said.

“So far.”

“Way to be optimistic, Valerie.”

“Sorry but I’m not in a good mood.”

“Welcome to the foreign service.”

“More like the foreign legion.” Henry chuckled. Henry worked his magic at the ticket booth and they had two coach seats to Washington D.C. This airport was much bigger and busier. It was another hour then they were on the plane and it took off.

“I’m going to sleep,” Henry said.

“I’m going to imbibe when the drink cart gets here.”

“Be my guest.” Henry leaned back and closed his eyes.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

“Val check the halls all over the floor,” Trent said as they made it to the sixtieth floor.

“On it,” Val said and took off.

“Johnny, how are you doing?” Trent asked.

“Not so good, I think I’ll just be a burden to you.”

“No way, now rest here on this bench till we find a good place to stay.” Kent sat with Johnny and wiped his brow as he was sweating profusely.

“Here’s a suite,” Bonnie said. “It’ll be comfortable for the President.”

“Bonnie, we’re being chased by homicidal lunatics, three of our people have been shot… comfort is hardly a consideration,” Trent pointed out.

“Mr. Wilson, check this out,” Warren said and Trent went to a door marked maintenance.

“I like it, no windows into the hall and a thick steel door.”

“Yes, and we can move a bed in here for the agent who is wounded,” Dave said.

“Alright everyone, we’re going in here,” Trent said as he waved them inside a rather large room with electrical panels on the wall. It was full of janitorial supplies, chairs, tables, etc. They brought in a bed from the suite for Johnny and Dave attended to him. A couch was added and Little Wolf sat with his leg up. Clarice found a chair and sat down. Dave was an EMT and the only person with any medical background at all so it fell upon him to act as doctor. Warren was examining the panels and stood back to think for a moment.

“What’s wrong, Warren?” Ariel asked.

“I’m thinking.”

“That’s dangerous,” Ariel quipped.

“Funny. They’re going to get up here eventually, you know that.”

“Of course, it’s just a question of when.”

“There are plenty of electrical supplies in here, with a little luck we can have a surprise for them when they do arrive.”

* * *

“I checked the floor, there’s a back entrance. There’s a lock on the door. I went down four flights and locked all of them. They’re not as solid as the front entrance door but they’re substantial’” Val said as he returned.

“But they’ll get here in time,” Trent said.

“Yes.” Trent walked away and motioned for Vladimir to join him. They talked softly for a few minutes. After some more whispers and nods from both of them they turned around and walked up to everyone.

“What should we do?” Dave asked.

“We get proactive,” Trent said. Vladimir was repeating everything in Russian to his agent and the assistants to President Deniken.

“What do you mean?” Jozette asked.

“Some will remain here to guard the presidents and to take care of each other. Some of us will leave and go on the offensive.” They all looked at one another.

“Who will go where?” Warren asked.

“All of the Presidential aides will remain here. Mr. Swanzy, Mr. Weaver, Ms. Fanelli, Mr. and Mrs. Peabody and Ms. Kline will remain here. I need Mr. Andy Kline, Ms. Bogornov and Julieta Kline to come with me,” Trent said.

“Why Julieta?” Little Wolf asked.

“I would’ve taken you too, Mr. Kline but your injury precludes that.”

“But why, Julieta?”

“As I’m sure you know the Secret Service did a thorough job of vetting everyone from your group. We know of Julieta’s abilities as she demonstrated in the jungle. Ms. Bogornov’s reputation precedes her as all of her friends must know. Mr. Kline showed his mettle landing that plane and surviving the “Great Canyon.” As for those remaining behind, you have the task of guarding the presidents. So, don’t take your exclusion from the group that is going on the attack as a mark against your abilities. We need good people here as well.” That seemed to explain everything and there were no more questions. Vladimir said the same thing to his people and it was agreed.

“What do we do?” Andy asked.

“We need weapons and those will be in short supply. We have two pistols and two automatic weapons that we have from the bus but that’s it,” Trent replied.

“The suite must have something there for the kitchen,” Julieta said.

“Mr. Wilson, will we be in pairs?” Tatiana asked.

“Yes.”

“Then may I suggest that Julieta come with me and you and Andy go together.” Trent thought for a moment. His natural instinct would be to pair men and women together but knowing Tatiana’s abilities he nodded agreement.

“Yes, I’ll team up with Mr. Kline and Mr. Zhadonov will pair with agent Retzlaf. We’ll scour the floor for any kind of weapons then meet back here. Lock this door and don’t open it unless you know it’s one of us,” Trent said.

“There’s a supply closet on the other side,” Andy said and he and Trent headed there.

“I have a utility knife,” Andy said as he rummaged through drawers and shelves.

“Is it sharp?”

“Very.”

“Then you’re armed.” Andy shook his head grinning. They found a can of mace, which seemed out of place for a custodian but they took it anyway. Trent, had a pocket knife and straight razor, again why in a supply closet but any reasoning it out was superfluous. They had weapons, of a sort.

“Check the kitchen,” Tatiana said and they began opening drawers.

“Here are some knives,” Julieta said and Tatiana pulled out a handful.

“Yes, these will do.” Tatiana held up one with a long thin blade. Yes, this is like a rapier.”

“What’s that?”

“It’s a medieval weapon, very effective. Here’s another one.” Tatiana held them side by side then held them up to look closely.

“A twin pair,” Julieta said.

“Yes, I’ll use these.”

“A butcher knife and its sharp,” Julieta said.

“Good, find another two or three.”

“Why so many, aren’t we using them to fend off an attack?”

“Maybe,” Tatiana said then stabbed a knife hard into the counter top a few inches from Julieta’s hand.

“What!” Julieta said and dropped her knife in terror. “I don’t understand,” Julieta said and stood trembling.

“I’m sorry, Baby,” Tatiana said and held Julieta for a moment.

“Oh, you were testing me.”

“Yes, you have to be strong, girl. These men will come after you with everything and they won’t hesitate to kill you. They may rape you first but they’ll kill you for sure. I don’t mean to scare you but you need to be prepared and maybe a little scared too. Most of all you have to be ready.”

“I didn’t know, I thought we were stalling for help.”

“Humph, hardly.” Tatiana grabbed Julieta by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. “Listen to me, Julieta, I’ve dealt with this kind of men before. They have no conscience and there’s nothing about them that is good or compassionate. All they know is killing and you have to be ready to kill them. Don’t hesitate for a second. If you see one, stab deep in the eye, the heart, the neck, anywhere to disable them then kill. You can’t delay or think about it, baby. Be ready to kill instantly, you can wrestle with your conscience later. But you can’t make any self-moral judgements if you’re dead. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do, you just caught me off guard.”

“That’ll be the only time until we get out of here.” Julieta nodded. Tatiana found a .38 pistol in a drawer in the bedroom. She tucked that in her belt behind her and they left the suite with strict instructions to Julieta that no one should know that Tatiana had a gun.

“What do you have, Retzlaf?” Zhadonov asked. They’d found another suite that yielded a few knives and a ceremonial sword. But ornamental or not it was steel and very sharp.

“Nothing else except this flying insect spray.” Vladimir examined it.

“You now have mace, congratulations.” They returned to the maintenance room and faced the others.

“Keep this pistol, it’ll come in handy,” Trent said as he handed the gun to Justin.

“I’m not sure I know how to use this.”

“Then find out in a hurry.”

“Here,” Tatiana said and gave a handful of knives to Jozette. “It’s the best I could do.”

“Thanks,” Jozette said as they all looked at one another not knowing what the next few hours or even minutes would bring.

“Folks, we don’t know what is going to happen. How bloodthirsty these guys are we don’t know yet but they’re not choir boys. Their leader is a fanatic of the worst kind. He wants the two leaders as hostages, as for the rest of us, well a prayer might not be out of order. I’ve talked to agent Zhadonov and he is in agreement with me on the temperament of this group. They’ll be coming up the stairs before much longer. The six of us are going to try and stop as many of them as possible. If we stall long enough maybe some help will arrive,” Trent explained. There was silence.

“Is help on the way?” Bonnie asked. Trent looked at everyone then sighed.

“We hope so but there could be Stalinists who’ve infiltrated the local authorities as well. We just don’t know.”

“Good luck, Mr. Wilson,” Dave said.

“Thanks, and take care of Johnny.”

“I will.”

“Be careful, Love,” Dave said to Tatiana. He hugged her and she patted his cheek and smiled.

“I will but you look out for yourself. They nay get past us.” He knew what she meant but said nothing.

“Lock the door behind us,” Trent said and the six “warriors” left.

“What’s first?” Tatiana asked.

“We start making our way down the stairwell,” Vladimir said. Trent and Andy went down the back stairway. Tatiana and Julieta went down the main one and Vladimir and Gregori checked the top floor carefully.

“Is this a suicide mission?” Andy asked.

“The odds are heavily against us.”

“That answers my question,” Andy said as he proceeded grim faced but determined to help.

“Miss Tatiana, I’m scared. Is that bad?”

“I’m scared too.”

“You are?”

“Of course, only a fool embarks on something dangerous without some reservations.”

“Do you think we’ll see any of these bad guys?”

“Yes.”

“You do?”

“That’s why we’re here, Julieta.”

“What do we do if we run into any of them?”

“We kill them.”

* * *

“I have a cutting torch,” one of Kulagin’s men said as he went to the door and began trying to cut through the thick steel while Kulagin paced.

“Comrade, they’re here with the communications equipment,” A man said and Kulagin met them at the door.

“There’s a room in the back, set it up then call me when it’s ready,” Kulagin said.

“Is the back way any better?” Victor Manatov asked another man.

“The same,” the man said.

“Comrade, we’re ready,” a man said and Andrei moved quickly to the room and grabbed a phone.

“Radinksy are you there” Andrei asked. Radinsky sat up and answered the phone. He had a special cell that was a direct line to Kulagin and impossible to detect or stop

“Yes, Comrade.”

“Are you in charge?”

“I am. All missiles are armed and ready. I have the room locked down and if they break in the   missiles will launch automatically.”

“Do they know that?”

“Yes, and they’ve backed off.”

“That’s good. We are in a building and we have the two Presidents trapped on the upper floors. They’ve barricaded us out but it’s only a matter of time before we get to them. We have to be careful not to kill either President.”

“I’ll be ready, Comrade, just give me my orders.”

“Well done, Comrade, stay sharp.”

“Yes, Comrade,” Radinsky said and Andrei hung up the phone.

“How long?” Kulagin asked as he got back to the front.

“About an hour,” the man said holding the blowtorch.” Andrei nodded

“How many men do we have?”

“Twenty counting you, Comrade.”

“Good, that should be enough to kill them all.”

* * *

“We made it,” Henry York said as they landed at Reagan National Airport in Washington.

“Now, let’s get to the White House. I hope they know more than we do,” Valerie said. They took a cab like anyone else would. Valerie was well known but she was sufficiently disguised to go unnoticed and there was no reaction as she walked through the airport. With traffic it took twenty minutes to get to the White House. They went in the back way. Valerie and Henry had credentials that let them in the White House any time they wanted. Secret Service personnel recognized both and led them to the situation room. The team was still at the table and had broken into small side conversations.

“I have no credible information,” Rita Fitzgerald said. I have one operative in Volgograd and she has nothing for me. No one knows exactly where they are or what agencies will be pursuing them.”

“I guess they’re not as diligent as we are,” FBI Director Marcus Washington said.

“What about Kapustin Yar?” Perry asked Defense Secretary Susan Rojas.

“All we know is that it’s compromised. We’re getting some scuttlebutt on the radio and emails that the missiles are armed and ready.”

“I take it General Zumwalt knows this,” Perry said.

“Yes, and he’s raised the DEFCON to four.”

“And their subs are active,” Perry said.

“Yes, and so are ours, Rita added. “We also have our surface fleet in the Mediterranean. I ordered the navy to send in the Reagan and the Lincoln and position them to have a straight shot at Sevastopol. Both Carriers are on maneuvers in the Aegean Sea around Greece. Our B2’s are ready and waiting and of course, Alaskan Air Command has planes scrambled and all military personnel on alert.”

“Good, I don’t think there’s anything else we can do at this point,” Perry said.

“Should you address the nation?” Secretary of State Marty Ingersoll asked.

“No, I should do that,” A voice said from the doorway and they all turned to see Valerie and Henry.

“My prayers are answered,” Perry said and let out a huge sigh.

“How did you get out, Madam Speaker?” Attorney General Meisner asked.

“Subterfuge.”

“I guess we’ll leave it at that,” Perry said.

“It’s complicated,” Henry added, “but Andrew stayed behind and I’m worried.”

“Why did he stay?” Homeland Secretary Sanghvi asked.

“He thought he could help the President,” Henry replied.

“That sounds like Andrew,” Marty said.

“Are there any agents with him?” Louise Chen asked.

“Yes, four,” Henry said.

“Madam Speaker, please take your seat,” Perry said as he stood up.

“None of that, Perry. Neither one of us are the president or even the acting president. The President is away on a trip like she’s done many times.”

“But not like this one,” Marty said and Valerie reluctantly nodded.

“Okay, let’s sit down and go over what we know,” Valerie said.

“We don’t know where she is or who has her for certain,” Rita Fitzgerald said.

“I know a carload of my agents were gunned down,” Louise added.

“A fanatic may have them all and he has a reputation for violence,” Marty said.

“They’ve lost control of one of their missile sites and General Zumwalt has moved to DEFCON Four,” Susan Rojas summed up.

“I think you should consider taking over,” Haakon Meisner posed.

“Whoa, let’s slow down and not get ahead of ourselves,” Valerie said. “The 25th Amendment calls for the President to put the vice-President in charge temporarily and then take back the reins when he or she is ready.”

“But it also covers incapacity by the President,” Haakon added.

“Yes, but she isn’t incapacitated. She’s just held under duress.”

“But she can’t govern and we don’t know how long she’ll be held,” Marcus Washington said.

“The amendment is a suicide pact for anyone who uses it. If I take over no matter the reason or circumstances, I’ll be viewed as a usurper by the American people and they’d be right. No, I’m not going to steal the Presidency while Ellen Lexington is being held at gunpoint in some God forsaken part of the world.”

“But, Madam Speaker…” Haakon started.

“No, we’ll meet continually and take whatever action we feel is necessary but Ellen is still the President.” Valerie said it with finality and there was no more discussion about her taking over.”

“Valerie, you need to speak to the country,” Marty said.

“Tentatively we set up a nine o’clock slot for Perry. The networks are ready and it might look best if it comes from the Oval Office,” Marty suggested.

“No, I’ll do it from the press room.” People looked at one another but nothing was said. “Good, I’m glad you agree.”

“We had the president’s speech writer jot down a few ideas,” Marty said.

“No, I’ll do it myself. Now, ladies and gentlemen I’m going to try and make myself presentable for the briefing.” They all stood as Valerie got up and left the room.

* * *

“Good evening, my fellow Americans, I want to speak to you tonight about the terrible events of today. Rumors are running wild, largely due to the fact that we don’t have much concrete evidence as to what happened. I can tell you what I know from being there. This afternoon after the meeting between President Lexington and President Deniken there was a bus tour of the Crimean Bridge that links The Crimea to Russia. After crossing the bridge into Russia, the bus was attacked. Heavily armed men boarded the bus and shots were fired. Then apparently, and our information is sketchy and anecdotal at best, there was a struggle on the bus. It is possible that Russian and American security agents took back control of the bus then drove away rapidly knocking two cars off the road that had held some of the men who stopped the bus. Later, these men commandeered other cars and chased after the bus. The two vehicles disappeared and we don’t know where they went. Henry York and I made it out of Kerch and got back to Washington. We are putting every law enforcement agency that we have and the armed forces of the United States in action to get the President back safely. That’s all I know and now I’ll take questions.

“Madam Speaker, are you the acting President?”

“No.”

“Why not, the 25th Amendment is there for something like this.”

“There has never been anything like this, Mr. Williams,” Valerie said then pointed to another reporter.

“Was the President hit by any of the shots?”

“Unable to tell but I doubt it.”

“Why?”

“It seems to those who are best able to discern the motives of this group that they would rather have both Presidents as hostages.”

“Hostages for what?”

“That we don’t know but I’m sure we’ll soon find out.”

“What military action has been taken to get the President back?”

“I can’t say, Dawn, surely you know that.”

“What has the Russian government said about this?”

“They’ve sent coded messages claiming they were not involved.”

“Do you believe them?”

“I do, there’s no reason for them to precipitate a crisis when tensions are starting to relax between us.”

“We’ve heard rumors of a carload of our secret service agents being killed.”

“I don’t know the details but I’ve heard the same thing.”

“When will we know more details?”

“When we have them. I’m going to keep the populace informed when we have something.”

“Have we raised our alert status?”

“I can’t comment on that either.”

“Is this all we can expect from you, just brief snippets with no explanation?”

“Until we know something yes, I can’t tell you what I don’t know, Stan.”

“Where are the First Gentleman and his children?”

“That is not for me to disseminate.”

“When will we have another briefing?”

“Let’s see,” Valerie said glancing at the clock. “How about midnight? You do stay up that late don’t you Stan.” There was a smattering of faint laughter.

“I will today, Madam Speaker.”

“Good, I look forward to seeing you again,” Valerie said and abruptly left the stage and disappeared.

“You did fine, Madam Speaker,” Perry said and the two walked down the hall, went into a room and closed the door.

* * *

“Dad, what’s going to happen to Mom,” Shelly asked.

“I don’t know.”

“Can’t the army go in there and get her out?” Brian asked.

“It’s more complicated than that,” Don said. They were upstairs in the living quarters of the first family. Brian and Shelly were on a couch facing Don who sat in a chair staring blankly at the television news station that was broadcasting non-stop about the kidnapping.

“Why is any answer to any question about anything is, it’s complicated?” Brian asked.

“Because it is. Your mother and her party are in a foreign land and not one that is very warm to us right now. The Russian government doesn’t want anything to happen to your mother or President Deniken or any of the people being held but they also aren’t receptive to outside interference from the U.S.”

“I’m scared, Dad,” Shelly said as she sat on the arm of his chair. She put her head on his shoulder and he hugged her. Brian sat watching then his eyes went red and he began to tremble.

“I miss Mom,” Brian said and sat on the other arm. Don hugged him too as they all three hoped for the best but feared the worst.

* * *

“What do we do, Perry?” Valerie asked as they both sat at a table. They weren’t ducking the cabinet but they needed a few minutes to plan their strategy.

“We’re in uncharted waters to be sure. Nothing like this has ever happened. Whatever happens and what we do about it will be called into scrutiny.”

“Should I invoke the 25th Amendment and take over?”

“You can’t win, you’re in quicksand the moment you start. If she shows up safely in two days, you’ll be the scourge of the Earth.”

“I know but what if that lunatic at Kapustin Yar launches twenty missiles? These are hydrogen warheads aimed at New York, Washington, Chicago, Los Angles, and wherever else they have targeted. Just twenty hydrogen bombs and this country is paralyzed. We each have about seven thousand but twenty could do the trick.”

“Oh, you’re right. No electricity, phones, emergency services would be non-existent. Things would grind to a halt.”

“And what do we do? Do we launch twenty missiles of our own at St. Petersburg, Moscow, their naval bases etc.?”

“Then they launch a full-scale retaliation and we do the same. The Earth as we know it would disappear,” Perry said.

“That’s why I think I should take over. We have to be in contact with NORAD, Alaskan Air Command, Pearl Harbor, Wiesbaden, the whole damn works.” Perry nodded understanding. “I know I resisted it at first but the more I think about it, we need someone in charge.”

“We need to discuss this with the cabinet.”

“Why?”

“Because they’ll have to approve any transfer of power.”

“They do?”

“Of course, tell me you knew that,” Perry said.

“I guess I didn’t until now.”

“Let’s pretend that you knew all along.”

“Agreed, I guess we should go back now.”

“You did a nice job in the press room, Madam Speaker,” Louise Chen remarked.

“Now, what do we do?” Haakon asked.

“We talk with General Zumwalt at NORAD and see what he has on Kapustin Yar,” Valerie replied.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

“Comrade, we’re through the door,” A man said to Kulagin who stood with an assault rifle in his hand.

“Okay, go get them, Kolchevsky,” Kulagin said. He remained behind expecting to see his men in a few minutes with the two presidents in their custody with everyone else dead.

“Good, let’s go.” He was followed by twenty other “comrades”, all well-armed. They charged upstairs and searched each floor as they went.

“What do we do when we see them?” Manatov asked.

“Kill them, all but the Presidents.” There were fourteen men headed up the main stairs and six who moved up the back stairs.

* * *

“They’re coming up,” Retzlaf said as he returned from a scouting mission. Zhadanov had sent him to the lower floors to see when Kulagin’s men had broken through the doors.

“Where are they?” Zhadanov asked.

“The sixth floor but they’re moving fast.”

“So, we go into action, Trent said. They had all six met one last time before Kulagin’s men started upward.

“Should we move downward?” Tatiana asked. Normally, Tatiana would be telling people what to do but this was different.

“We have to, if we wait for them to meet us up here, they’ll win. They’ll have us out gunned 100 to 1,” Trent said.

“Agreed,” Vladimir said and after a brief discussion the three pairs moved in different directions.

* * *

“General, sir, we have a problem,” Deke Winters said to his superior at NORAD.

“What?”

“Two Russian subs are thirty miles off the east coast.”

“Where?”

“Near Maine.”

“Not D.C. or New York?”

“No sir.”

“Do they know we know?”

“Yes, sir, a destroyer sent up a flare and the sub returned a radio signal indicating they were aware of being spotted.”

“Did they move off?”

“No, sir, they stayed and made a circle pattern.”

“They’re taunting us,” Zumwalt said as he sat back in his chair and thought.

“Yes, sir, I think they are.”

“Sir, I have a communique from General Ledger at Alaskan Air Command,” Barbara Alton said as she stood in front of the general holding a paper.

“What is it?”

“Two Russian SU 35 fighter jets passed over Alaskan territory.”

“You mean over land?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Well, how did they get there? Didn’t radar pick them up?”

“No, sir.”

“They’ve been working on radar invisibility,” General Zumwalt said as he looked at Deke.

“They probably flew in hopping the waves. It’s too low for our radar at some points with the mountains, sir, even if they aren’t radar visible”

“Yeah, I hope that’s it because I’d hate to fight an enemy we can’t see.”

“Sir, it’s General Ledger at Alaskan Air Command,” a lieutenant said as he handed Zumwalt the phone.

“Hello, Tommy, what’ve you got?”

“Two more bogies, we chased them off.”

“What were they doing?”

“I don’t know, they break our airspace on occasion but they’ve never gone over land before.”

“Any bombers?”

“No.”

“What do you see now?”

“There’s an entire squadron just off our airspace flying back and forth,” Ledger said.

“Okay, we’re raising the security level.”

“I’ll keep you informed, General.” Zumwalt handed the phone to the lieutenant.

“Okay, so now we go to DEFCON THREE and we keep vigilant all over the globe. Check with every overseas command.”

“Yes, sir,” Deke said and went immediately to his console and began calling.

“Jerry,” General Zumwalt said and Sergeant Fillmore presented himself front and center.

“Yes, sir.”

“Jerry, I want you to look carefully at those satellite photos of Kapustin Yar. I want to know if someone spits on the ground over there.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Deke.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Who’s in charge over there with Deniken out of the picture?”

“The Prime Minster, sir, Vladimir Berelenov.” Walter sat back in his chair and sighed.

“That’s great, I wonder how much vodka he’s had today.”

* * *

“Does anyone know what Berelenov is doing and if he’s sober?” Valerie asked as she and Perry walked into the situation room. The Prime Minister had a long history with demon vodka and it was no secret to anyone. His sobriety was certainly a question since he could very well be in charge if anything happened to Deniken. The cabinet members had been scattered around the room discussing what had happened and what to do next. Perry and Valerie were gone twenty minutes but that was expected since the present number one and two needed to talk about strategy.

“Anyone’s guess,” Madam Speaker,” Marty said as they all found seats and came to order after Valerie sat down.

* * *

It bears explanation as regards the line of succession to the Presidency in the United States. In the original Constitution, after the President it was the vice-President, Senate majority Leader and the Speaker of the House in that order. In 1886 legislation was passed that changed the order. At this point after the President it was the vice-President, Secretary of State, Secretary of the Treasury, Secretary of Defense etc. However, as time passed in the Twentieth Century concern was raised that with that line of succession it would be possible for someone who was not elected to become President. So, in 1947 Congress passed The Presidential Succession Act that established the line as President, vice-President, Speaker of the House of Representatives, Presidential Pro Tem of the Senate then the Secretary of State and the other cabinet officers.

“Well, can we find out who is running the show and can we get in touch with them?” Valerie posed.

“We’re trying, Madam Speaker but without much success,” Marty answered.

“We’ve been trying to get in touch with Berelenov but communications are not very good in Russia as far as us making contact even on a good day, Rita Fitzgerald said.

“Keep trying,” Perry said and Rita nodded.

“Okay, let me have your attention please,” Valerie said and they all looked her way.

“You have our undivided attention, Madam Speaker,” Marty Ingersoll said.

“I have talked with Perry about this, I have considered what was said when I first arrived and given the unsettled nature of the situation coupled with Russian submarine activities, aircraft incursions over Alaska and the situation at Kapustin Yar, I think I should take charge as acting president.” There was silence as they all exchanged glances. Valerie read the room as best she could; there were head nods of agreement, a few raised eyebrows and a couple of heads shaking no. “I know I’ve not kept my ambitions a secret… I wear them on my sleeve. Yes, you’re right, I don’t even try to conceal my desire to be president. But… not this way. Whether you believe it or not I wish I was back in Kerch waiting for the president to return and hash out the treaty. There is no vice-president so I’m second in line. We don’t know where President Lexington is and we don’t know when she’ll be able to resume her duties. Until then this country needs a president front and center. The law is clear… this cabinet must pass a resolution making me acting and I emphasize “acting” president. The moment the President is safe and in contact with this cabinet I step down. If you decide not to act then we’ll continue as we are. I won’t fight you on this and I won’t bring it up again.” There were many strained looks of trepidation and uneasiness.

“I don’t know,” Louise Chen said sheepishly.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we need to act now so the world sees we have leadership in place,” Perry said. There were exchanged looks and a few eyebrows were raised.

“The Twenty-Fifth Amendment?” Haakon Meisner asked. Any legal question needed the attention of the attorney general. He wasn’t a legal scholar nor a Supreme Court Justice but he was the best available source and his opinion was important.

“Yes,” Valerie answered.

“But we don’t know the fate of the President,” Haakon reminded everyone.

“That is precisely the problem,” Defense Secretary Rojas pointed out.

“I’m not assuming the worst but we have to have someone in place making decisions of national security,” Valerie said.

“Military decisions?” Homeland Security Director Marcus Washington asked.

“Yes, if the need arises.”

“We’re not there yet,” Marty Ingersoll said.

“No and hopefully we won’t get there but what if Kapustin Yar starts launching missiles at us? Then what?” Valerie looked around the table and there was silence as looks were exchanged. “Well, let’s have it. Do you want us to just sit here while nuclear missiles are falling on our major cities including this one?”

“No, but once we start retaliating with missiles, there’s no turning back and it’s the… end, Madam Speaker,” Susan Rojas said.

“Yes, Madam Secretary, I’m aware of the finality of nuclear war,” Valerie replied and turned with a grunt.

“I think Valerie is right, we have to be prepared and having someone in charge sends a clear message to the Russians to take things slow,” CIA Director Fitzgerald stated.

“The problem being, the Russian government is not in charge. A band of suicidal crazies have their finger on the button,” Louise Chen pointed out.

“All the more reason for there to be someone in command,” Valerie said and it was hard to argue with her logic.

“You think this is the best course of action?” Marty asked.

“I do,” she said and glanced at Perry who nodded agreement.

“Look, folks, this action is not something anyone would relish. No matter what happens Valerie will be a pariah even in her own party but we have little choice,” Perry added. There were nods all around.

“I know the reservations that some of you have in this room right now. It’s a bold step and some will say it’s reckless but I believe it’s necessary. I would ask, however, that despite any misgivings that the vote should de unanimous. We can’t show any hesitation to our allies and adversaries nor to the American people,” Valerie stated clearly.

“I don’t like it and I wish you felt otherwise Madam Speaker but I will vote yes. We need to show a solid front,” Louise Chen said

“I second what Louise said,” Marcus Washington added.

“I understand that some of you and hopefully all of you have trepidations about a takeover and this is a takeover whether we want to call it that or not. The amendment was designed for dire circumstances, when there was no one in charge. I hope you believe me that I don’t like this either but I believe it is necessary,” No one spoke but there were many head nods of agreement. After a few seconds Valerie turned to Marty. The Secretary of State was the de facto leader of the cabinet in the absence of the President and Vice-President. He drew a deep breath and stood up.

“As the leader of this band of merry folks that are about to tread upon holy ground, I will ask for a motion to place the Speaker of the House, Valerie Jensen, in place as the acting President.” There was another period of silence as no one rushed to be the one that history would record as the motion maker that started the coup; and make no mistake about it… Constitutional or not, it was a legalized coup de tat. Susan Rojas rose to her feet.

“Mr. Secretary, I move that we invoke the powers of the Twenty-Fifth Amendment to the United States Constitution and approve Speaker of the House Valerie Jensen as acting President of the United States until the return of President Ellen Lexington.” With the motion made there was no stopping now so, up stood Rita Fitzgerald.

“I second the motion,” Rita said then sat down.

“All in favor,” Marty said. There were loud and clear ayes all around. “The motion carries and I now yield control to Acting President Jensen.” He sat down and Valerie stood up.

“Thank you… I think. My goal is to wait until the President is back here in Washington then I’ll resign my seat in the House, pack up and go back to Michigan. But if there’s something that needs doing, I’ll do it and I’ll take full responsibility. None of you should be tarred by my brush.”

“That’s nice of you to say Madam Acting President but we’re all done for. All of our resignations will follow a few each month,” Louise Chen remarked.

“I would hope not,” Valerie said.

“It is the nature of the beast Madam Acting President,” Marty posed.

“Perhaps but on another note. Madam Acting President is getting old very fast. In public I’ll maintain the title but in here I’ll ask that you call me Valerie.”

“Very well,” Marty said. “So, Valerie, you need to make a statement acknowledging what we did here today.”

“You’re right. Wendy, set up a briefing for the press in half an hour.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“We need to do one more thing,” Marty said and they looked at him and wondered what… then it dawned on some of them.

“A designated Survivor,” Susan said.

“That’s right,” Marty said. “Someone has to be ready in case DC gets nuked.”

“Way to be optimistic, Marty,” Louise Chen said.

“Just being realistic. Right now, we’re in the crosshairs of a missile, probably two or three at Kapustin Yar.”

“I have the perfect candidate,” Valerie said.

“Who?” Haakon asked.

‘The rightful heir to the throne… Jonathan Red Cloud.” There was a pause.

“I agree,” Marty said then everyone nodded and agreed with Attorney General Meisner’s choice.

“We need a secure location,” Valerie posed.

“There’s a bunkered location about twelve blocks away. He could run things from underground if necessary,” Rita Fitzgerald said.

“Good, get him there right away,” Valerie said.

“Do I get a vote in this?’ Jonathan asked.

“No,” Valerie said and Jonathan nodded reluctantly.

* * *

“Vladimir, what’re you doing?” Olga Berelenov asked as her husband paced the kitchen.

“I should be in Moscow under protection. Deniken suggested I do that in case the unthinkable happened but I wouldn’t listen to him.”

“Stop blaming yourself, what can happen here?”

“You’re joking I hope, Olga. We’re here in the country cut off from the world with two men guarding us.”

“Do you think there is anyone who would do us harm?”

“Not us, me.”

“Who?”

“Kulagin and his group of nutcases. Deniken is already a prisoner and they can’t risk me getting to Moscow. They’ll be here alright, it’s just a matter of time.” The Berelenovs had a country villa as a getaway from the city. He was a lawyer and she a zoologist from the University of Moscow. They spent time over the years in the villa as a retreat from the insanity that is Moscow.

“I hear something, Vladimir,” and it was gunshots from outside. Instinct was to run but there was nowhere to go so they stood holding one another in the kitchen when the back door flew open and four men came inside holding guns on them. Two disappeared to other parts of the house as two remained and kept Vladimir and Olga at bay with revolvers.

“The weapons aren’t necessary. We’re not armed,” Vladimir.

“Put your weapons down, you fools,” a voice commanded as a fifth man walked inside.

“The house is clear, Comrade,” one of the two who had checked the house said.

“Good, now holster your weapons, take them into living room and tie them to chairs.” A man grabbed Olga roughly and the man in charge slapped the guy across the face knocking him to the floor. “Gently, you idiot. This is the Prime Minster and his wife and they’ll be treated with dignity.” Vladimir and Olga were tied up as the man in charge made a phone call.

“What did you do to our guards outside?” Vladimir asked.

“They’re dead; casualties of war,” the leader said and Vladimir lowered his head.

“What are you here for?” Olga asked.

“I can tell you my name is Andrei Nalkovitch. I am a representative of the new Soviet Union,” the leader said.

“Kulagin?” Vladimir asked but already knowing the answer.

“That’s right and by the end of the day Comrade Kulagin will be in control of Russia.”

“How?” Olga asked.

“There’s no support for Deniken and his appeasement ways. The people won’t let him give away The Crimea or anything else. They’ll not tolerate a treaty with the Americans.”

“What makes you so sure the people detest Deniken as much as you say?” Vladimir asked.

“You’re in the government. You do not hear the voice of the people. I’m a working man; I hear them every day and they hate Deniken and his ways. They’ll relish the end of the traitor president and welcome Comrade Kulagin as leader of the New Soviet Union!” The fervor in his voice and the look on Nalkovitch’s face indicated to Vladimir that these people meant business and there was trouble ahead. He also thought there was little chance that he’d come out of the whole thing alive.

* * *

“And you’re in control,” Kulagin said into a cell phone to Nalkovitch.

“Yes, Comrade.”

“Good, be vigilant and if there’s a rescue attempt then you know what to do.”

“I do, Comrade.” Kulagin ended the call and put the cell in his pocket.

“They have Berelenov?” A confederate asked.

“Yes.”

“What next?”

“We have to get to the floor where the Presidents are hiding,” Kulagin replied.

* * *

“Where are you?” Manatov asked another man by radio.

“The fortieth floor and nothing so far.”

“Keep going but be prepared. They might go on the offensive.”

“We’re prepared, Comrade.”

“Proceed?” A man asked.

“Yes, let’s go to the top.”

* * *

“They’re a couple of floors down, I can hear talking,” Trent said as he and Andy were on the forty-third floor waiting.

“What do we do?”

“Let’s go, follow me.” The two eased their way down the back stairs as quietly as possible, listening all the way. In a minute they were one floor above their enemy.

“Through this door,” they heard a man say in Russian. Trent was not fluent in Russian but he understood it well enough.

“Get down,” Trent said as he went to the other side of the door and waited. The door swung open fast and two men jumped through. Trent stabbed one in the neck and he fell to the floor. Andy froze and was shot in the left arm. Trent didn’t wait long as he grabbed the guy from behind and snapped his neck. When you train as a Green Beret, you never lose those skills.

“I’m hit in the arm.”

“How bad?” Trent asked as he looked through the door.

“Not bad, it’s near the surface.”

“Don’t wait the next time. We’re not here to talk. Kill any of them you see. The less there are the better chance the President has to survive.”

“Right.”

“Let’s go down this hall.” They moved slowly and quietly.

* * *

“What do you see or hear?” Vladimir Zhadanov asked his partner Gregori Retzlaf.

“Talking and movement one floor below us.”

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,” and before he got out the words the door to the stairway flung open and three men charged in all holding pistols. Vladimir shot one in the head then tackled another. Gregori lunged to stab the third but was shot in the chest first. He fell to the floor motionless. Vladimir stabbed the second man then turned to face the third. Though it was close range the shot fired at Vladimir somehow missed and he had the guy down on the floor instantly. There was a struggle but Russian security agents are well-trained and a quick jab to the throat rendered the guy dead. Retzlaf was moaning and Vladimir turned him over to see a large wound to the center of his chest. It was a fatal wound and before Vladimir could say anything Retzlaf was dead. The two men had worked together for five years and though agents are encouraged to forego friendship, there is a connection. Vladimir hung his head for a moment then got up and slid Gregori’s body in the corner by the stairs and continued the search for more enemies. It was a cold business but agents on both sides know that when they sign up and the life of the agent means nothing… only the life of the President matters. Right now, both President Lexington and President Deniken were alive and unhurt but there were many well-armed and dangerous men who could change that.

* * *

“What do we do?” Julieta asked as she followed closely behind Tatiana while they slid along the hallway on the forty-fourth floor.

“Kill the bad guys,” Tatiana responded nonchalantly.

“Yeah, I forgot.”

“Shh,” Tatiana said as she turned and put her finger to her lips and pointed to the corner they were approaching. They stopped and Tatiana listened to men talking then she put two fingers up and whispered something to Julieta who recoiled but a look from Tatiana indicated that Julieta must do what she was told. The two men came around the corner to find two women standing there with hands together at their waist and simpering looks on their faces. The two men looked at each other and Tatiana said something in Russian and the men smiled and chuckled. Both women put their arms out in a help me posture and the men put their guns away and approached the damsels in distress. Tatiana had said they were running from the Russian agents and needed someone to help them to safety. It achieved what Tatiana wanted and when the men were ten feet from them, she pulled out the .38 from her back and shot them both in the head. Julieta jumped back.

“How do you do that?”

“Instinct, we kill them or they kill us. Always be the first to strike if you can. Do it before they have a chance to react. You know the environment where I grew up and you know my past. Killing is nothing to me. You’ve never experienced that but you are now so, I’ll say it again… don’t think… just kill.” Julieta nodded then looked down at the two dead men and sighed. “Come on, let’s keep moving.”

* * *

“How are you doing, Ma’am?” Dave asked Clarice who’d been shot in the arm.

“Not bad, the pain has subsided.”

“I wish I had something for the pain besides these headache pills.”

“I’ll survive,” Clarice said and laid her head on a pillow and rested. Dave went to see Johnny Rodriguez.

“How’s the pain?” Dave asked.

“Still there.” The bullet nicked the lung and breathing was painful.

“I wish I could do more,” Dave said.

“Me too.” Dave patted Johnny’s knee and went to Little Wolf.

“Feel like dancing?” Dave asked and Little Wolf grinned.

“Maybe tomorrow.” Dave examined the wound.

“The bullet is still in there.”

“I know.”

“How?” Dave asked.

“I can feel it moving.”

“That’s it then, it has to come out.”

“It could move to the artery I take it.”

“Yes, so we don’t have a choice.”

“Can you get me into surgery?”

“Yes, you’re the only one waiting.”

“What about the others?”

“The woman has a flesh wound and the bullet may have passed through. In any event, at worst it’s near the surface and the agent has a bullet in his chest and maybe in the lung. I can’t do anything here. He needs a real surgeon in a hospital.”

“I see, well what do you have to work on me?”

“I have an Exacto knife, tweezers and a bottle of whiskey.”

“Needle and thread?”

“Yes.”

“Anesthesia?”

“Of course, and we’ll have you prepped for surgery right away and the anesthesiologist will be here in a moment to discuss things with you.” Little Wolf chuckled then got serious.

“You need to tell Mom.” Dave nodded.

“Jozette,” Dave said and she came right away.

“Yes.”

“I need to get the bullet out.”

“What can I do?”

“Have you ever assisted in surgery?”

“I sell real estate, Dave.”

“Good, you’ll do.”

“We could lay him on that table.” After laying Little Wolf down Dave sterilized the “instruments” as best he could with whiskey.

“You should take a few swigs of this before I start,” Dave said.

“No, thanks, Mr. Dave, I don’t drink.”

“This is hardly a party, Little Wolf.”

“I understand but I’ll bear the pain.”

“Okay but you’ll need to bite down on this,” Dave said and handed Little Wolf a washcloth. Little Wolf took the cloth rolled it up and looked at Dave.

“Good luck,” Little Wolf said and laid his head down. Dave washed the wound with whiskey, which had to burn but Little Wolf never flinched. Dave picked up the knife sighed and looked at Jozette who nodded. Slowly he cut into the wound then poked with the tweezers looking for the bullet. There was no way to tell where it was without an X-ray. Was it near the surface or deep, close to the artery? He proceeded very cautiously. He was nearly two inches in and nothing so he stopped and thought for a moment.

“What’s wrong?” Jozette asked.

“I can’t find it.”

“What can you do?” She asked.

“Little Wolf, when I was digging around did you feel anything?”

“No.”

“Alright, I’m going in again and if you feel any sensation, tell me.”

“Okay, get going with it.” Dave started up again moving left to right to try and find the path.

“Oh,” Little Wolf moaned. “I felt that.”

“Okay,” Dave said and probed with the tweezers until he felt something. He tried to grab it but it kept slipping away. Then one more time and he had it. Slowly he pulled the tweezers out and there it was and it was a big one and in one piece so there were no fragments. He laid the tweezers on the table, sighed deeply and shook his head.

“Well,” Little Wolf said.

“That’s it.” Jozette was relived and Little Wolf let out a groan of satisfaction. Dave sewed up the wound, doused it with whiskey then bandaged it up. He gave Little Wolf four painkillers. Jozette grabbed Dave’s arm and looked at him with wet eyes.

“Thanks, Dave,” she said with a trembling voice and he winked.

“You thank me now just wait until you get the bill.” Jozette smiled as she wiped Little Wolf’s brow. Dave found a chair and sat down to rest and recover emotionally. He wasn’t a surgeon or a doctor or anything actually. He was a trained EMT and that’s all. Whenever the group was in trouble and they needed a medical person they turned to Dave. He didn’t look forward to playing doctor but he had many times and would do so again in the future if necessary.

“How are you, Madam President?” Bonnie asked.

“I’m fine, Bonnie, my concern is with the people who’ve been shot and those people who are out there risking their lives to keep the heads of state safe.”

“I know, Ma’am.”

“President Deniken, when will your security forces arrive?” Ellen asked.

“Unknown, Madam President. Soon I hope.” Ellen turned to Bonnie who shrugged her shoulders.

“I wonder if Valerie tried to get back to Washington,” Ellen posed.

“I hope so,” Bonnie said.

“Henry and Andrew could’ve worked something out. How many secret service agents were back at the hotel?”

“Three or four, I’m not sure.”

“That’s not enough. Trent was right, I should never have come here with the scant security we had.”

“He usually is right but hopefully we can get you back to Washington safely.”

“That’s not important to me.”

“Of course, it is.”

“Oh, I don’t have a death wish but what matters most is that there’s not a nuclear incident.”

“You think there’s a chance of that?”

“With these Stalinists involved anything’s possible.” Bonnie nodded.

* * *

“Yes, Comrade,” Radinsky said over the phone to Kulagin.

“And they have made no effort to break in?”

“No, Comrade, I have the doomsday device in place. If they break in the missiles will launch.”

“Okay, I want you to vent ten of them, the Americans will pick up it up on their satellites and raise their security level and that’ll step things up. We want to be on the edge when we make our demands. We want everyone scared”

“Yes, Comrade.” Radinsky went to the control panel and vented ten missiles as instructed. Steam and smoke escaped giving the impression of a launch warm-up to a satellite. Kulagin was playing with fire but he had nerves of steel and besides he didn’t care if the world was plunged into a nuclear exchange. His mission was on the edge of atomic suicide from the start. If it went that far… he couldn’t care less. Crazies like Kulagin are the most difficult ones with which to negotiate. They want to die and don’t care who they take with them.

* * *

“General Zumwalt, sir,” Jerry Fillmore said as he walked up to the general’s console.

“What is it, Sergeant?”

“Sir, satellite images show the missiles being vented at Kapustin Yar.” General Zumwalt sat up as Deke Winters heard and came over.

“He can launch by himself, sir,” Deke said and Walter nodded.

“Get me General Ledger on the horn.” In an instant the phone was handed to the general. “Hello, Tommy, it’s Zumwalt. We’ve got a problem. Our satellites have picked venting of the missiles at Kapustin Yar.”

“So, they’re ready.”

“Yeah, get all planes in the air, buzz their airspace; I’m going to DEFCON Two.”

“Yes, sir,” General Ledger said and Zumwalt handed the phone off.

“Warning them, sir?” Deke asked and Walter nodded.

“Take us to DEFCON two, Deke.”

“Yes, sir.”

* * *

“Sir, there’s been a change in the situation,” Cheryl Wallach said to Don Lexington as they stood in the hall of the first family residence.

“What?”

“You and your children need to go to the bunker, now.”

“Why, what’s happened?”

“I can’t tell you that, sir.”

“Does it involve my wife, please tell me if something’s happened to her.” Wallach sighed and looked away for a moment.

“We know nothing more about the President; this is another matter and you need to proceed to the basement immediately.” Don thought for a moment then realized what it meant and nodded.

“I understand… Brian, Shelly, come with me, we’re going to the basement.”

“Why?” Brian asked.

“Because I said so, now move it.” Shelly didn’t hesitate and Brian finally shrugged his shoulders and followed his dad to the basement and the bunker. The Presidential Emergency Operations center (PEOC) lies under the Whitehouse and could withstand a nuclear attack.

“Dad, what’s happening?” Shelly asked.

“Is it Mom?” Brian asked.

“No, though she’s still being held somewhere.”

“What is it then?” Shelly asked.

“Agent Brewster didn’t say for certain but I sort of gleaned that it involves the military.” There was silence for a moment.

“You mean nuclear weapons,” Shelly posed.

“Yes.”

“Are we going to be attacked?” Brian said nervously with a scared look on his face.

“Not necessarily, I think they’ve moved the DEFCON level closer to one.”

“You mean like the movies?” Shelly asked.

“Something like that, yes. This group in Russia who kidnapped your mother and the Russian president mean business and I’m guessing that they might’ve taken over a nuclear facility to get what they want.”

“You know that for a fact?” Shelly asked.

“No, but it’s the only thing that makes any sense.”

“What do we do?” Brian asked.

“Sit here and wait.”

“Wait for what?” Shelly asked.

“Some good news,” Don said.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

“Comrade, more men are here,” Kolchevsky said.

“Good.”

“Comrade,” a disheveled man said as he came into the lobby out of breath.

“What is it?” Kulagin asked.

“We’ve hit resistance. They have some weapons.”

“What happened?” Kulagin asked.

“We lost seven men.”

“What!” Kulagin screamed.

“There are more here, Comrade,” Kolchevsky said again.

“Send up six and the rest stay here to stop the security forces when they get here!” Kulagin yelled. The men, who were standing in the lobby heard; Kolchevsky counted some off and they took off.

“Are you going on the air, Comrade?”

“Not as long as we’re losing.”

“I wouldn’t say we’re losing.”

“I would. If we don’t take over soon security forces will be here and we’ll be in a shootout.”

“Will we surrender?”

“Never.”

“We all die then?”

“Yes, but the missiles will be launched first. We’ll take the whole world with us when we go,” Kulagin said and Kolchevsky’s eyes widened as he blew out a long breath.

* * *

“I can hear people rushing up the stairs,” Trent said as he and Andy listened in the stairwell of the thirtieth floor.

“What do we do?”

“Go higher and maybe they’ll thin out as some explore the floors.” Trent was right and the numbers began to dwindle as one or two explored each floor. Around the fortieth floor the foot-steps had diminished to about five people. “Okay, we set a trap here.”

“How?”

“We use that closet door.” It was a service closet and Trent set a ruse by hanging his coat on a mop handle facing the door. These men were killers but still amateurs. “Hide up there and get a shot at the door. I’ll stay inside the closet.”

“Right, I’m on it.” Trent went inside but left the door ajar inviting someone to look inside. Andy had a rifle and Trent only a knife. They waited and after ten minutes the door to the stairwell opened and two men moved slowly up the stairs. They saw the door slightly open and one man pushed the door slowly. Trent had removed the light bulb so it was dark and only an outline could be seen. The man moved closer to the trap and Trent stabbed him in the throat and he fell dead. The other started to fire but Andy shot him in head.

“Let’s go up,” Trent said after they shoved the bodies in the closet and closed the door.

* * *

Zhadanov was on his own and proceeded cautiously. He hid in a nook at the top of the thirty-eighth floor and waited. He had a knife and an icepick so he had to hope for a lone raider. It was ten minutes and the door to the stairwell opened. He peeked and saw two men creeping up the stairs. This was going to be hard but there were no easy choices in this game. One had his gun in front of him but the other had his in his belt. Vladimir had his opening. If it worked, he might survive but if he was off by a hair, he’d be dead. The two crept slowly… Vladimir could see them but he was hidden. They stopped and he thought they might’ve made him but then they moved again. Closer and closer they came to the spot where he’d make his play. He gulped then they were where he wanted them. In a flash he moved out and threw his knife at the guy with the gun… he was dead and as Vladimir jumped at the other guy a gun came out and fired. He was hit but landed the ice pick in the guy’s neck and he fell back down the stairs. After a few moments the guy was motionless. Vladimir felt his left arm and yes there was a bullet in his bicep. It hurt and he took a few seconds to catch his breath then started up the stairs. He had both guns with him but he was losing blood and was weakened.

* * *

“What next?” Julieta asked.

“We get aggressive,” Tatiana replied.

“Isn’t that what we’ve been doing?”

“No, just toying with them,” Tatiana said with a smile.

“So, what do we do?”

“We get creative.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.”

“Come on, I’ve got an idea.” They ran up the stairs to the 60th floor and moved the couch out of the way of the elevator doors. Inside, Tatiana hit the button for the fortieth floor.

“Now they’ll get on the elevator.”

“Yes, now follow me.” Tatiana climbed on the rail of the elevator and grabbed the hatch door on the ceiling. She opened it then climbed on top of the elevator.

“What are you doing?”

“Come up here and find out.” Tatiana extended her hand and Julieta climbed on top also. Tatiana closed the hatch door.

“Why are we doing this?”

“To lure in the prey.”

“And we’re the bait?”

“No, the elevator is the bait, we’re the trap.” Julieta shook her head and Tatiana motioned for her to be ready with her knife. The doors opened on the fortieth floor and they waited. Three men got on and the door closed and headed upward. All three men held weapons so the two women would have to be fast or die. Tatiana held up three fingers and indicated she’d count down then they’d jump. Julieta took a deep breath as they counted down 3, 2, 1 then Tatiana jumped through the hatch followed by Julieta. The men were taken by surprise and that one or two seconds was all they had. Tatiana had a knife in each hand and was between them. She instantly stabbed both men in the throat. Julieta was momentarily frozen as Tatiana grabbed the gun of the third guy and they wrestled for a few seconds. He was big and strong and pushed Tatiana to the floor and was ready to fire when a knife was shoved in his back. He dropped his weapon then fell down on the floor of the elevator dead. Julieta stood there in shock… it was the first person she’d ever killed.

“He’s dead?”

“Yes, nice work, you saved me and thank you for that now get ready. The elevator dinged on the sixtieth floor and Tatiana grabbed a weapon from the floor. Julieta did the same thing and the door opened. They peaked out the door and saw two men about fifty feet down the hall. They were already on the top floor. Tatiana stepped out followed by Julieta and they both leveled their weapons. Instinctively the men turned and Tatiana didn’t wait. She opened fire and cut the two men down in an instant.

“How do you do that so quickly?” Julieta asked as she stood transfixed.

“Instinct, I guess. Hold the elevator door and I’ll get a bench or something.” They blocked the elevator then moved around the floor looking for any more men but saw none.

“There’s the room,” Julieta said. They moved quickly and knocked on the door.

“It’s Julieta and me,” Tatiana said and the door was unlocked and opened.

“Get in here… are you okay?” Jozette asked and they nodded yes. Julieta ran to Little Wolf.

“Brave, how are you?”

“Not bad; Mr. Dave removed the bullet.” She felt his head.

“You’re warm, do you think infection has set in already?”

“Perhaps but I don’t feel feverish and I’m not in any strong pain.”

“I’m glad,” and she kissed his cheek.

“What happened with you?”

“We saw some men.”

“And?”

“We killed them.” Little Wolf’s eyes widened.

“Did you kill any of them?”

“One.”

“Wow.”

“He was about to kill Tatiana.”

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. These guys are so bad I don’t see myself losing any sleep over it.”

“I’m glad, Maiden. I was worried but I was glad you were with Miss Tatiana.”

“Me too-she’s incredible, Brave.”

“She’s that alright.”

“What happened?” Justin asked Tatiana.

“There are men coming up and they’ll be here soon.”

“Did you have any encounters?” Jozette asked.

“We did.”

“And, since you and Julieta are here, I assume…” Jozette started.

“Yes.”

“Hello.” Tatiana turned around and saw Dave looking down and smiling. She hugged her husband and he squeezed back.

“How are things here?”

“We’re holding and waiting for what to do next.”

“How are the wounded?”

“The president’s aide has a flesh wound and I removed the bullet from Little Wolf’s leg. He’ll be okay but he needs an antibiotic.”

“And the secret service guy?” Tatiana asked.

“Not so good,” Dave said softly. “He needs a hospital and soon.”

“Where are the others?” Warren asked.

“We don’t know; after separating we didn’t see them again,” Tatiana replied.

“I hear something,” Belinda said and there was a knock on the door.

“It’s me, Wilson.” Dave opened the door and Trent came in followed by Andy and Vladimir. Dave shut and locked the door.

“Is that all?” Dave asked and Trent nodded.

“Andy needs some first-aid and so does Vladimir,” Trent said and Dave sat in a chair next to Andy and examined the arm.

“Some skin and muscle damage but the bullet isn’t in there. I’ll bandage it and give you some pain killers. That’s all I can do.”

“I’ll take it and thanks,” Andy said as he leaned his head back. Dave looked at Vladimir’s arm.

“The bullet is still in there. Try not to exert yourself. A doctor should take it out whne we get out of here.”

“Way to be optimistic, Doctor,” Vladimir said.

“I’m not a doctor… just an EMT.”

“I know but today you are a doctor.” Dave nodded.

* * *

“Pavel, Abram, over here,” Yuri Petrovsky said softly from behind a tree. They were to meet in a park in a small community away from Moscow’s prying eyes.

“Yes, sir,” Pavel said.

“I have a car ready; we need to get going,” Yuri said and they climbed into the tiniest car any of them had ever seen. With their knees up to their chins they drove for an hour and stopped in the country down a dark lane hidden by trees.

“I take it there’s a plan?” Abram asked.

“Yes,” Yuri said but didn’t move from the driver’s seat.

“Well,” Abram said.

“Well what?”

“What’s the plan?” Pavel asked

“Oh, the plan, yes… we wait,” Yuri said.

* * *

“Comrade, we’re on the fifty-ninth floor. They must be on sixty,” Kolchevsky said as he stood holding an assault rifle.

“You must’ve known that’s where they’d end up,” Kulagin said.

“Yes, Comrade.”

“How many men did we lose?” Kolchevsky hesitated as he never liked to incur Kulagin’s wrath. “How many!” Kulagin snapped.

“Twelve that we know of and one of theirs.” Kulagin seethed as his breathing elevated and he clenched his fists and stared straight ahead.

“Get everyone here.” Kolchevsky moved quickly around the first floor and returned.

“Kolchevsky, Manatov, Lanewsky, Denisovitch, Ricekin and the rest of you; this is it. We all go up to the top. Bring the television equipment. We’re going to breach the door and televise to the world, showing them our hostages.”

“Yes, Comrade,” Kolchevsky said.

“It is for our fallen comrades!”

“Yes!” They all shouted.

“It is for Russia!”

“Yes!”

“It is for Comrade Stalin!”

“Yes, yes, yes!” They all shouted then charged up the stairs.

* * *

“Mr. Wilson, I have an idea,” Warren said and Trent listened.

“You can do this?”

“Yes, I have it all ready. I just need to tap in and turn it on,” Warren replied.

“Okay, do it.” Warren had been stringing wires over head for an hour as he had a plan to send the soon to be invaders a strong and deadly answer to the demands to open the door, which they all knew was coming.

* * *

“Ladies and gentlemen, if I could have your attention please,” Valerie said as she stood at the podium in the press room of the Whitehouse.

“I have nothing new on the whereabouts of the President. We have heard nothing so, don’t ask. I do have an announcement then I’ll take questions.” The reporters sat in silence and waited. “The cabinet has voted unanimously to invoke the Twenty-Fifth Amendment and place me in charge as acting President. I’ll take questions now.” Of course, everyone started shouting at once.

“Madam Speaker, what is your title?”

“Acting President.”

“Madam Acting President, what is being done to get the President back?”

“Every effort is being made to return the President and her entire party safely but as you know the Russian President is also being held hostage.”

“What about the Russian Prime Minister?”

“At this point he is incommunicado.”

“Is he being held hostage as well?”

“We don’t know.”

“Are there any military plans to get the President back?” A reporter asked.

“You know I can’t discuss that with anyone. Next question.”

“Was it your idea to take over?”

“Yes.” The room went silent as they were surprised at Valerie’s candor.

“Were there any reservations by cabinet members?”

“Of course, but in the end, it was decided that the country needed an executive in place until President Lexington returns.”

“And if President does not return then you’ll become the President?”

“You know the Constitution as well as anyone, Bob. What do you think?”

“Who is the Designated Survivor?”

“Gee, Margaret, I guess if I tell you that then I could also let you have all the NSA closed minutes for the last six months.” There was laughter.

“How do you feel about being elevated to acting president?”

“I hate it. That’s all for now,” Valerie said and left the room amid shouted questions that she ignored. Back in the situation room they took their seats except for Jonathan Red Cloud who was safely at his undisclosed location.

“Well done again, Valerie,” Marty said.

“Same here,” Rajesh Sanghvi said.

“Are you all serious?” Valerie asked, wondering if they were just brownnosing.

“No, we mean it. You were direct and clear. After all, President Lexington may not survive. We hope for the best but we have to be ready for the worst. You’re in place and if we get bad news, you’re President and there will be no power vacuum,” Susan Rojas stated.

“Jonathan has arrived safely?” Valerie asked.

“Yes,” Susan Rojas said.

“Good, now let’s pray for a miracle,” Valerie posed.

“I thought you were an agnostic?” Mohammed Aziz asked with a grin.

“I am but today I think we could use some help from a higher power.”

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

“Let’s go,” Kulagin said and he and seven men got off the elevator on the sixtieth floor and found the door to the maintenance room.

“This is it,” a man said and moved quickly with another to try and force the door.

“No!” Kulagin yelled but it was too late. Both men were lit up by high voltage electricity and began smoking. It was a dreadful sight and they dropped to the floor dead. The lights flickered in the hallway and went out. Power all over the floor was gone. Warren had wired the door from the direct line with about a thousand volts and two hundred amps. To put it simply; that is a death sentence.

“Comrade,” Kolchevsky said as he watched and smelled two men smoldering on the floor.

“Stand back,” Kulagin said as he shot off the knob and lock with his weapon. Everyone had hit the floor upon Trent’s orders because he knew when Kulagin’s men died and the power went out he’d react forcefully and with anger. The emergency lights came on finally and lit up the room and the hallway. As they all lay on the floor, men came in the room, seven of them followed by Kulagin who stood in the middle looking around. “Get up, all of you,” and everyone got to their feet. Kulagin nodded with his head and two of his men went back into the hall and closed the door.

“I’ll have to check the panel to get power so we can broadcast, Comrade,” Kolchevsky said and Kulagin nodded. There was silence as the work continued on the electrical panel then after five minutes power was restored and the room lit up brightly. Kulagin looked all around and spotted Ellen and Deniken. Trent was in front of Ellen and Deniken’s men guarded him as well. Bonnie was right next to Ellen and Clarise was on the other side. If Ellen had been aware of this, she would’ve chased them away but she was intent on Kulagin.

“We should be ready to broadcast shortly,” Manatov said.

“Good,” Kulagin said.

“What do you want?” Sergei asked.

“Why, Mister President, you must know what I want… an end to cowering to the West, especially the United States. An end to Russia giving away lands that are rightfully hers and an end to the vilification of Comrade Stalin, the only true Russian patriot ever!” Kulagin’s voice filled the room and more than one person cringed. He was a scary person and the anger and hate in his voice was not lost on anyone.

“We’re ready, Comrade,” Manatov said and Kulagin nodded. A monitor lit up and it was an American news channel.

“Observe, Madam President, and see how your people have abandoned you,” Kulagin said with a smirk on his face.

“Here we see Acting President Valerie Jensen who we assume still carries the title of Speaker of the house,” A newsman said as he sat at the anchor desk with a female reporter.

“Yes, Lyle, there is no word of her stepping down temporarily from the Speaker’s post. The House is not in session right now. They’ll be off for another two weeks so the question is moot and of course, there is no precedent for this since this is the first time that the cabinet has placed someone in charge as acting president.”

“That’s right, Maryann, and since we have no word as to the fate of President Lexington, Acting President Jensen is the commander in chief of the armed forces. So, the question arises, will she use the military to try and rescue the President?”

“To give us his perspective on that question is retired Army General Leonard Wilcox. General what options does Acting President Jensen have?” Maryann Brownlee asked.

“Very few military options if any. It seems clear that President Lexington and President Deniken and their staff are being held in Russia. Any operation would involve, in short, an invasion of Russia… an act of war.”

“But these are renegades or at least it appears that way?” Maryann noted.

“That makes it even worse because an attack or an operation of any kind would be directed at who? The Stalinists, the Russian government, the Crimean government if it is indeed independent as Russia says they are?”

“Then what do we do?” Lyle asked.

“Until the situation clears and we know just exactly what happened, there’s not much we can do without making things worse.”

“Are diplomatic avenues open?” Maryann asked.

“Diplomacy with who? The Stalinists? Deniken’s government? We don’t even know who to talk to at this point.”

“Well, that’s not very encouraging I would say,” Lyle remarked.

“Thank you, General,” Maryann said and the station went to a commercial break.

“So, you see the problem you have, Mister President and Madam President. One of you has lost control of your own country and the other has a pretender on the throne. I should also add that we are in control of Kapustin Yar and the missiles are armed and ready for launch.” Sergei looked at Ellen and they were both shocked and frightened at the possibilities.

“What do you want, Kulagin?” Sergei asked.

“Justice for Russia and her people.”

“By turning back, the clock?”

“Yes, to the glorious days of the Soviet Union!”

“Stalin was a psychopath,” Sergei said.

“I should kill you for that but I need you… at least for a time.”

“Go ahead just don’t hurt anyone else,” Sergei said defiantly.

“Alright for starters who killed my men on the lower floors?”

“I did,” Trent said.

“I did also,” Tatiana said

“And me,” Vladimir added.

“Who wired the door?”

“I did,” Warren said as he stood with the other three. Ariel put her hands to her face and trembled.

“You shall all die,” Kulagin said. Tatiana pulled the gun from her back and aimed at Kulagin but one of his men shot her in the arm, she dropped the gun and it slid to Ellen’s feet and she picked it up. At the same time, a shot rang out and Warren was struck on the side of his head and fell to the floor.

“Warren!” Ariel yelled and knelt beside her unconscious husband. Then a man aimed his gun at Ellen and Trent reacted instinctively and moved to shield Ellen but so did Bonnie and Clarise, who only had a wounded arm, also ran in front of Ellen. Lexington and Deniken were pure gold to Kulagin. He needed them as leverage to get what he wanted. He would’ve never harmed them but his henchmen were just that… thugs with no concept of the larger picture. The man began firing and hit Trent in the left shoulder; he stayed in front of Ellen but fell to one knee. Vladimir who moved to protect Sergei was struck in the right side and fell to the floor. The man kept firing and shot Clarise in the chest… she fell on the floor followed by Bonnie who took a bullet in the neck. “Stop!” Kulagin said as he looked around. The shooting ended. Kulagin went to the two men who did the firing and shot them both in the head. “No more!” He yelled and his men got the message.

“Clarice,” Ellen said and knelt by her friend and advisor.

“I guess I blew it this time,” Clarice said with a chuckle but she was hurt very badly

“Lie still, Clarice, you’ll be okay.”

“It doesn’t feel okay. No matter what happens I’m proud to have served you.” She was fading fast and Ellen held her friend’s hand.

“Don’t talk, just take it easy.”

“Too late for that, Madam President.” Clarice slowly closed her eyes and took her last breath. Ellen looked up with tears in her eyes then noticed Bonnie.

“Bonnie,” she said as she crawled to her other best friend. Bonnie tried to talk but the wound and the shock of being struck by a bullet in the neck rendered her unable to speak. The bullet entered the neck to the left of center. “Don’t move, we’ll get help. Bonnie squeezed her hand and smiled.

“Tatiana,” Dave said as went to the floor, lifted his wife up and held her.

“I guess I wasn’t fast enough,” Tatiana said grinning.

“Don’t move around, the bullet is away from any vital organs.”

“Okay, Doc.”

“I have to check on the others.”

“Go ahead but try and visit me if you can.” She chuckled as nothing much fazed Tatiana.

“Vladimir is hurt,” Sergei said. Dave knelt and examined the wound.

“The bullet is inside. There’s not much I can do. He needs a hospital. Keep him still and elevate his head.” Those not shot were scared to death. Belinda hugged Justin, Jozette held Andy and Ariel knelt by Warren.

“Over here,” Ariel shouted and Dave came right away.

“He’s taken a grazing hit on the side of his head. The bullet didn’t break the skull so that’s good.”

“Why is he unconscious?”

“Any time the head is injured the brain can put a person to sleep to keep them safe.”

“So, he’ll be okay?” Ariel asked as her voice cracked.

“I didn’t say that but he has a chance since the bullet didn’t enter his brain. Keep him absolutely still and don’t let him talk.” Ariel nodded and Dave went back to Tatiana. Ellen was talking to Sergei as Kulagin paced the room trying to decide what to do next. He had lost control of the situation and he always hated that. He was one who had to be in charge at all times and people took his orders. The two dead comrades on the floor was suggestive of what happened to anyone who crossed Andrei Kulagin.

“That was not my doing,” Kulagin said.

“This is all your doing,” Ellen replied.

“I have removed the problem.”

“You are the problem. You’re a psychotic megalomaniac obsessed with his own glory and place in history.” Trent motioned for Ellen not to antagonize Kulagin.

“I see you’re holding a gun, Madam President. Slide it over to me.”

“No.”

“I won’t ask again.”

“Well just so we’re clear I’m not giving you the gun.”

“Then I’ll be forced to kill more of your people.”

“I thought you’d say that; President Deniken and I have an answer for that type of threat.” With that Ellen grabbed Sergei and pointed the gun at his head.

“What are you doing?”

“What needed to be done a long time ago. You see this security thing is all backwards. Too many people have died or been hurt trying to protect me. That stops right now. I’m the President of the United States and I took an oath to preserve, protect and defend the Constitution. What I should’ve been pledging to protect was the people of my country. How can I do that if they keep getting in the way of bullets meant for me? No, from now on I’m going to take the bullets meant for my people starting right here today.” Kulagin was dumbfounded and he didn’t know what to say. “Well, where’s your platitudes about Stalin? None, okay, so this is how it’s going to be going forward. If any harm comes to any of these people in this room. If one more person is hurt, I will shoot President Deniken in the head and then myself. If any of your men come close, I’ll do the same thing. With both of us dead, you’ll have nothing with which to bargain.”

“Do you play poker, Madam President?”

“I have.”

“Do you ever bluff?”

“Sometimes.”

“What if I think you’re bluffing”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

“I like your style, Madam President.”

“I guess we’re at a stalemate,” Ellen said.

“Maybe but I could order a missile launched at your capital. I’m sure your husband and children are there.”

“They are.”

“How do you think they’ll do crawling through the rubble?”

“Can’t say but they’re resilient.”

“What will your people say if you let Washington DC go up in smoke? Or what if I order all missiles launched at New York, Chicago, Detroit, Los Angles, Atlanta and so on.?”

“I’d say how will your people do crawling through the rubble of Moscow, St. Petersburg and Volgograd etc.?” Kulagin lost his grin as he took a breath and pursed his lips.

“Like you said, Madam President, we’re at a standoff.

* * *

“Comrade, you’re here,” a guard said as Viktor Melenkov slipped in a side door at the Senate office building where the Presidents of Russia made their residence and office. Kulagin had people everywhere and they were ready for Melenkov and for the coup that they were sure was coming.

“Yes, I am; now secure the building as best you can. I’ll be in Deniken’s office.”

“Yes, Comrade.” The guard moved through the building seeing the guards who were fellow Stalinists. They weren’t all in Kulagin’s camp. About eight were Stalinists and twelve who were loyal to Deniken. Melenkov reached the office and closed the door behind him. He looked around and grinned.

“So, I’m here at last. The end of Sergei Deniken and the traitors who would sell out Russia.” He sat at the desk for a minute then called a number on his cell.

“Yes,” the voice said on the other end.

“Comrade, I am in the office.”

“Good, I’ve hit a snag here but it’s nothing I can’t handle,” Kulagin said.

“What next, Comrade?”

“I call Radinsky.”

“Good, good,” Melenkov said as he fidgeted like a little kid who just got what he wanted for Christmas.

“I’ll be in touch, keep things under control there.”

“Yes, Comrade.”

* * *

“That was a confederate and we now control the President’s office,” Kulagin said as he put his cell away.

“How do you know the army will support you” Sergei asked.

“They will when I explain my position on television tomorrow.” It was two in the morning and most of those in the room were sleepy. Andy, Jozette, Justin and Belinda were huddled near Little Wolf as Julieta sat on the floor holding his hand with her head on his lap. She was asleep. Ariel was next to Warren who was asleep. Dave was with Tatiana. He was asleep but she was wide awake and not taking her eyes off Kulagin.

“Brave what can we do?” Julieta whispered as she woke up.

“Not much right now. There are four heavily armed men and we saw they’re not afraid to shoot us.”

“The President is sure a brave woman,” Julieta said.

“That and she’s just like the rest of us in here,” Little Wolf said.

“How?”

“She’s scared.” Julieta nodded.

“I know what you mean. I killed a man a few minutes ago and my knees are still shaking.”

“We’re all scared, baby,” Jozette said as she squeezed Julieta’s wrist.

“I wish I was back in Indiana drilling someone’s teeth.”

“I do too, but not mine,” Andy said and Julieta grinned.

“I’m scared, Justin,” Belinda said as she nuzzled as close as she could get to her husband while they sat on the floor against the wall.

“Me too.”

“That’s all you can say, me too?”

“What do you want me to say?”

“How about everything is going to be okay.”

“I wish I could say that.”

“You’re not sure we’ll be alright?” Belinda asked.

“Are you kidding? With this maniac in charge I’m not sure of anything.”

“Warren, how are you feeling?” A frightened Ariel asked.

“I’m not supposed to talk,” he whispered.

“I know but, how are you?”

“In pain, now I’m done talking.” He sealed his lips and she lay next to him and held his hand. Kulagin paced the floor and his three lieutenants, Kolchevsky, Manatov and Lanewsky stood guard over the hostages who were mostly asleep except for Tatiana and Little Wolf who were both wide awake and looking around the room. They checked everything; the door, the people and their position and the activities of the guards, checking for routine and any weaknesses. They were formulating ideas as they knew eventually, they’d have to make a move to stop the men who held them at gunpoint. If they were killed… well that was an occupational hazard.

* * *

“Here we go, gentlemen,” Yuri Petrovsky said as he nudged his sleeping agents.

“Where we going?” Abram asked.

“To stalk the quarry.” The sun was just starting to break over the trees so they could see fine. They approached the villa and stopped behind a clump of trees about two hundred feet away. They each had a pistol and a gun. It was a pistol that fired a dart carrying a very powerful knockout drug that took effect in seconds.

“What’s this for?” Pavel asked showing his stun gun.

“The morning is always a good time to ambush. People are sluggish and off their guard. The dart will take effect in about ten seconds. Try to hit the face or neck area. The drug will act quicker the closer it is to the main arteries. You have silencers so we don’t raise any suspicions from the neighbors down the road. After we take out a couple of the agents it’ll get edgier and be prepared to kill the rest. Most of all we have to protect the lives of Prime Minister Berelenov and his wife.”

“Sir, the back door. Two of them are on the porch,” Abram said quietly.

“You and Pavel make your way around the house. Pavel, you go to the front door and Abram take the side entrance.”

“What are you doing?” Pavel asked as Yuri was changing clothes.

“Blending in with my surroundings.” He now had on a peasant’s outfit; he mussed up his hair, smeared some dirt on his face and pulled out a pint of vodka. “I’ll see if I can charm them like a local.”

“Good luck, sir,” Abram said as he and Pavel took off. Yuri waited until he saw that his two men were near the house then he began walking towards the back porch and singing to himself as he took a couple of swigs from his bottle. The two men saw and walked towards Yuri with their guns pulled but he kept singing and drinking. About twenty feet away he stopped and put his hands up laughing.

“I give up,” he said with slurred speech as he smiled. The two men examined him closely then looked at each and smiled before putting their guns away.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” One of them asked as they came off the porch and approached Yuri.

“Have a drink,” Yuri said and offered the bottle but they declined as they laughed. They said something to each other in Russian and when they turned to look at one another Yuri pulled his stun gun and fired twice. They both reached for the dart in their necks and started to pull their guns but it was a very fast acting drug and they fell to the ground. They’d be out about two hours. Yuri looked at the back door but saw nothing so he approached the house quietly and peeked in a window. There were two men in the kitchen and Nalkovitch in the living room with the Prime Minister and his wife. He wasn’t going to let them out of his sight and that was bad. Yuri recognized him and knew he was a fanatic of the first order. No doubt that was why Kulagin picked him.

“I hear a noise outside,” Nalkovitch said and the two men from the kitchen went out on the front porch. Pavel was hiding in a bush and Abram was spying from the side of the house. He had a clear shot and took it hitting a man in the back of his neck and he fell down immediately followed by the second guy that Pavel shot. They would be out for a long time. Yuri rushed in the back door and found what he thought; Nalkovitch with a gun pressed against the Prime Minister’s temple.

“Stay back or I’ll kill him. I don’t care about myself so you can forget bargaining,” Nalkovitch declared. Pavel and Abram came in the front door.

“Don’t try anything,” Yuri said and they both lowered their weapons.

“I take it my other two guys are not coming in to my rescue.”

“No,” Yuri said.

“Then we’re in a tie. I hate ties; I think someone should always win,” Nalkovitch said.

“I would agree,” Yuri said.

“Soon, Russia will be headed in the right direction again.”

“And, what direction would that be?”

“We’ll be honoring the wishes of Comrade Stalin.”

“And those were good things that he wanted?”

“Yes!”

“He was a bloody butcher.”

“He was what Russia needed. He made us into a great nation.”

“So, Communism was good?”

“Yes, it was. It brought order to the country. The people worked hard and there was a purpose at hand.”

“You mean give Stalin and his henchmen a cushy lifestyle?”

“No, to bring honor to Mother Russia and make her feared throughout the world.”

“Yes, Stalin was all about fear. He murdered my grandfather and his buddy Brezhnev killed my father.”

“They were weak and dispensable.”

“Perhaps but they were better than that maniac Stalin. I’ll take their contributions to the world over that psychopath any day.”

“You’ll see a return to order and discipline and it’ll be good.”

“There’ll be trials, reprisals, revenge executions, a return to the KGB?”

“Yes, and more.”

“Pardon me if that prospect is not exciting to me.”

“You’ll get used to it or be a casualty of the cause.” Things were in limbo and Yuri was afraid that something might cause Nalkovitch to pull the trigger so action was necessary. He, Pavel and Abram had worked out signals in the past and they were for situations like this one. It was very simple actually. Morse code by blinking. They laughed when Yuri suggested it but they spent days practicing and finally had it down pat. That was six months ago and of course they’d never had the opportunity to use it. Now, they did. Yuri signaled his two men and they nodded slightly. They were to the side of Nalkovitch so he couldn’t see them very well. Yuri took a breath and gave the go ahead. Pavel and Abram raised their stun guns and shot Vladimir and Olga in the neck and they fell to the floor instantly. There is a certain amount of hesitation in firing a gun even for a fanatic like Nalkovitch and especially if one is inexperienced. Yuri reckoned that Nalkovitch, though a philosophical fanatic, had never fired a gun before. In that brief moment of pause as Nalkovitvh looked at his hostages lying on the floor Yuri pulled his pistol and shot Nalkovitch in the head.

“Sir, I thought we were just going to knock them out,” Abram posed.

“I couldn’t take a chance on the drug working fast enough. The Prime Minister’s life is too important. Besides one less crazy around can’t be a bad thing.”

“Agreed,” Pavel said.

“Now what?” Abram asked.

“Get the keys to their car,” Yuri said pointing at Nalkovitch. “Pavel and I will drive the Berelenovs to the Senate building. We’ll tie up the four goons in here and send out the police to get them. Abram you drive back the clown car.” They moved quickly and headed to Moscow.

* * *

“What’s going to happen, Daddy?” Darcy asked. They were all sitting in the living room watching the television news about events in The Crimea and Russia.

“I don’t know.”

“Will Mom and Daddy be okay?” Jessica asked. She was clinging to Dixie.

“No one knows anything, girls,” Lexi said. “I’m going to fix a meal.”

“I’ll help, Mom,” Zara said and they went to the kitchen.

“I’m not hungry,” Melanie said.

“Me either,” Mallory added.

“Girls, all of you; you need to eat and drink something. Fasting is not going to help things,” Will said.

“Mr. Will is right you know,” Paulita offered.

“I guess so,” Darcy said and they all moved to the dining room table where they could eat but also see and hear the television.

“I’m scared for Mom,” Jessica said.

“We’re all scared for our moms and dads,” Mallory said.

“I know but Miss Tatiana and Miss Jozette are tough; nothing scares them. But my mom is different. She gets frightened easily. I just wish I was there to hold her.”

“Who would hold you?” Lexi asked.

“Dixie of course, she’d be there with me.” They chuckled at that. It’d been a while since anyone laughed. They’d been on edge since the announcement of the kidnapping. A little relief from the fear was probably a good thing.

“What do these people want?” Zara asked.

“They’re fanatics who are dedicated to Joseph Stalin and his ideas,” Will explained,

“He was terrible,” Mallory said.

“Yes, Mommy has told us all about him,” Melanie said then put her hand to her mouth. “Oops, I forgot. The mommy just slipped out.”

“That’s alright, honey, I think you had that one coming,” Lexi said as she patted Melanie’s hand.

“What can we do?” Darcy asked.

“Stay together and give each other support and hope for the best,” Will said.

“That’s it?” Mallory said.

“Does anyone have any better ideas?” Will asked.

“No, I guess not,” Darcy said and they ate in silence before returning to the couch and the news.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

“You should put the gun down and cooperate with me,” Kulagin said to Ellen.

“Never.”

“I’d like to have you as a tool but I have other options.”

“Then use them,” Ellen said.

“I hesitate because it puts the game at the end with no middle ground for negotiations and a give and take.”

“President Deniken and I have already given and taken.”

“To what end?”

“The Ukraine stays out of NATO and The Crimea is returned to The Ukraine.”

“No!”

“That’s the deal.”

“And, that’s why you’re a prisoner.”

“Of course, I can see that but even if a bogus deal was reached that let Russia keep The Crimea, once we were out of here it would be void.”

“You are right, Madam President and that’s why it is necessary to take things a step further,” Kulagin said with a grin.

“Against my better judgement I’m going to ask what.”

“I’ll simply call my man at Kapustin Yar and start launching missiles.”

“If you don’t get what you want then you start WWIII?”

“The missiles will start flying, indeed.”

“You’re blackmailing us with millions of innocent lives,” Sergei said.

“Who’s innocent?” Kulagin asked.

“Just about everyone except you and your murdering cronies,” Ellen answered.

“Keep pontificating, Madam President, at least everyone in this room can hear you.” There was a pause and Kulagin looked around then called over his men and whispered something to them. It was in Russian but Tatiana could not hear and neither could any of the people with Deniken.

“Last chance, Madam President.”

“Don’t give into him,” Sergei said.

“I’m not. I won’t be forced into something by the likes of him.” Kulagin took out his cell and spoke to someone in Russian then put it away. Sergei was wide-eyed and pale.

“What did he say?” Ellen asked.

“He just ordered a missile fired at New York City.”

* * *

“Yes, Comrade,” Igor Radinsky said from Kapustin Yar and moved to the control panel. “This is for you Comrade Stalin,” and he pushed a button then sat back and grinned as the unmistakable sound and feel of a missile being launched swept through the complex.

“What did you do, Radinsky?” Svetlov said as he sat slumped in a chair with a bullet in him.

“Oh, hello, Captain. I forgot about you. Well, in answer to your question. I just launched a missile at New York City.” Colonel Azarov and his crew rushed to the door of the control room.

“Radinsky, what have you done?” Azov shouted.

“Hello, Colonel. I just fired a good morning missile at New York City. I think this will dwarf that little event on September 11, 2001, don’t you think”

“You fool, this could be WWIII if the Americans respond.”

“I know that, Captain, and so does Comrade Kulagin.”

“So, this is it. The end of the world?”

“Sure, looks like it,” Igor said then leaned back and laughed.

* * *

“Sir, we have a launch detection from Kapustin Yar,” Jerry Fillmore said as he ran to General Zumwalt’s desk.

“How many?”

“One.”

“Just one?”

“Yes sir.”

“Deke, what do you make of that?”

“I don’t know, sir, but we need to send up fighters,’ Deke said.

“Do it.” Deke called and ordered fighters to intercept and shoot down the missile.

“Take us to DEFCON One and prepare to launch on my command. Get me General Ledger in Alaska… Tommy, get everything you have in the air and take them to the fail-safe point. They’ve launched a missile. Yes, you heard me. This is it, Tommy… yeah good luck.”

“Deke do you have the pilots on the horn?”

“Yes, sir, they have it on radar and are waiting for a visual. They have it now it’s descending. They’re firing missiles and they have multiple hits. The missile is wobbling and headed straight down in the ocean. It went under, sir.”

“Good job. Now, Deke tell command to keep fresh jets in the air around New York and Washington. Call in planes from the Midwest to strengthen the coast.’

“Yes sir.”

“Sir, we were lucky this time,” Jerry said.

“We need a little luck in any operation, Sergeant.”

“Yes, I know that, sir but my point is they didn’t arm until the last minute. The next time they may arm coming back into the atmosphere. Then when the missile is shot down it’ll detonate a hydrogen warhead.

“Comrade, the missile was shot down and did not detonate,” Kolchevski said to Kulagin who turned with a scowl and took out his phone.

“Radinsky, it was shot down. Arm the next one right out of descent and send it to Washington DC.”

“The President’s family are in the Whitehouse,” Jozette said to Andy, Justin and Belinda. “Dave, come here.”

“Yes.”

“The missile is headed for the capital. How safe are the people in the Whitehouse?” Jozette asked.

“They may be in the bunker,” Dave said.

“How safe is that?”

“From a hydrogen bomb? I’m not sure anyone is safe anywhere in the city and a few miles outside the city as well.”

* * *

“Okay, now I get to send a gift to the capital of the USA,” Igor said as he launched another missile. The same shutter went through the complex and the missile could be heard rocketing upward.

“You’re a monster, Radinsky,” Svetlov said through his coughs.

“What do you care, you haven’t long to live anyway.”

“I know but I’d like to think there will be a world for everyone else.”

“Too late for that, I think.”

* * *

“General Zumwalt, sir, we have another launch detection,” Jerry Fillmore said.

“One?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Deke.”

“They’re on their way sir, an additional twelve fighters.”

“Good.”

“Sir?” Deke asked.

“What?”

“Shouldn’t you call the Whitehouse?”

“Get them on the horn.” Deke handed the phone to the general.

“This is Zumwalt at NORAD. Madam Acting President, there’s a hydrogen warhead headed your way. We’re going to try and shoot it down but we can’t guarantee anything. You need to be in the best and safest location. I’ll keep this line open. I have to go now. The missile will be appearing over Washington soon. Yes, Ma’am, so do I.”

“The fighters have a visual and are firing, sir.”

“I assume they know if it detonates, they’ll all be wiped out.”

“They know that, sir.” Deke listened to the chatter from the pilots.

“What’s happening?” General Zumwalt asked.

“A lot of chatter, sir… it seems they’ve hit the missile but it didn’t explode. It’s off course and is headed over the city and into the interior of Virginia. The capital is safe so far. Two planes are following at a distance with radar. Oh! It’s down and has detonated.”

“Where?”

“Over the Blue Rudge Mountains in Southern Virginia.”

“Madam Acting President, the missile landed in Southern Virginia.”

“Did it detonate?”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Dear God. Okay I need to get troops and medical people in there to try and salvage the situation. Let me know if they fire any more missiles. We may have to retaliate if it happens again.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” General Zumwalt handed the phone to Deke and sat down at his station.

“Sir.”

“Deke, this could be the beginning of the end. If we get hit again, she may order a full launch.”

“Well, we’re prepared for this. That’s what we do every day.”

“Yeah, that’s what scares me. Get me General Ledger. Tommy, yeah one detonated over Southern Virginia. Our fighters hit it and it veered off course and missed the capital. I talked to Jensen and she may order a full strike if we get hit again. Get ready to send all of your bombers… I hope so, good luck, Tommy.”

* * *

“Comrade, the missile was deflected away from Washington. It landed in Southern Virginia,” Kolchevsky said.

“Did it detonate?”

“Yes.”

“Good, I’ll call another strike and maybe send four or five this time.” He called Radinsky on his cell.

“That’s too bad, Comrade,” Radinsky said. “Yes, I have five all ready and aimed at Washington. Yes, Comrade.”

“Your boss, I take it. I guess he is determined to end the world today.”

“He is and I’m going to be the lucky guy to do it.” Igor readied for launch as he double checked the coordinates. “Here we go.” But he never hit the buttons. A large block of wood, a stool actually came crashing down on Igor’s head and he went down on the floor out cold. Svetlov quickly opened the doors and men poured in followed by Colonel Azarov.

“Well done, Captain. Get an ambulance here as quick as possible.” Svetlov sat down hard in a chair holding his side where he’d been shot. First aid was administered, which consisted of a tight bandage to stop the bleeding.

“Sir, we need to get the word out that we are in control again,” Sergeant Yaselov said.

“Call the television station,” Azarov said.

“Are you serious sir?”

“Normally, I wouldn’t do this and I could be broken out of the service for it but we need this to get out to the world as fast as possible. Tell them to send a crew and they can come into the control room.”

“Yes, sir.” The call was made. Kelchak worked quickly to take the missiles off launch mode.

“How are we, Kelchak?” Colonel Azarov asked.

“We’re fine, sir. All missiles are disarmed. We’re back to a state of readiness and that’s all.”

“Well done, Lieutenant.” Radinsky was handcuffed and shackled then taken to a room where he was placed under armed guard.

“The television crew is here, sir,” Yaselov announced and Colonel Azarov waved them inside. Even the camera crew and the reporter were surprised at the access they were allowed.

“We need to start rolling as soon as possible to tell the world that we are in control of this site once again,” Colonel Azarov instructed.

“Are you ready, Sergei?” The female reporter asked.

“Yes.”

“Roll.”

“We’re on.”

“This is Katerina Laryanov for Moscow news Channel 9. We’re here at the Kapustin Yar missile site near Volgograd with the commanding officer Colonel Mikhail Azarov. Colonel what happened here?”

“In short, one of our officers took control of the facility after shooting another officer. He locked out any outsider and had the doomsday mechanism in place.”

“What is that, Colonel?”

“If the door is breeched by force then the missiles launch automatically.”

“That’s scary.”

“Yes, it is but I’m happy to say that the officer is now in custody thanks to Captain Svetlov Retzlarian, who despite being seriously wounded, overpowered the renegade officer and we got back control of the missile site. All missiles are off launch mode and the site is secure. I know two missiles were fired and one detonated. I can assure the American people and the world that it had nothing to do with the government of Russia.”

“You heard it here on channel 9. Kapustin Yar is back under the control of the Russian Air Force. Katerina Laryanov Channel 9 news.”

“We’re off,” a voice said.

“Thank you for doing this but you’ll have to leave now,” Mikhail said and the crew didn’t argue. Unlike America, where media can go just about any place they want, in Russia the media is controlled by the government and is used to being told to get lost or not show up at all. That is why when the opportunity was given to them these folks jumped at it. The television crew left and the control room was locked down.

“What do we do now, sir?” Yaselov asked.

“We wait for them to come and arrest me.” Yaselov and Kerchak looked at one another somewhat surprised but after a moment they knew that the colonel was right. (As it happened, Colonel Azarov received a commendation for his actions that was presented personally by Vladimir Berelenov, when he visited the Kapustin Yar site a few months later.)

* * *

“General, it’s on the news worldwide. Kapustin Yar is back in control of the Russians. They took out the guy who was launching the missiles,” Deke announced.

“Take us down to DEFCON Four.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Get me General Ledger on the line.”

“Here sir,” Deke said as he handed Walter the phone.

“Tommy, you heard? Yeah, I agree. Bring back the bombers. Keep a few in the air but land most of them. Let the Russians see we’re backing off. It was an accident, Tommy. I know the loss of life will be catastrophic but we can’t let it lead to the end of civilization. This was a group of nuts and not the Russian government… alright, stay close.”

“What about those guys who are holding the Presidents?” Deke asked.

“That’s out of our hands, Deke. What I’m worried about now is what happened in Virginia.” Deke looked at his commanding officer and nodded.

* * *

“Okay, Pavel let’s get them inside,” Yuri said as they pulled to the rear of the building that housed Deniken’s office. There was a guard inside the back door and Yuri recognized him as a long time Stalinist. “Look, I bet Melenkov is in Deniken’s office right now. That’s a cohort by the door. Pavel sneaked a look and nodded.”

“Tranquilizer?”

“Yeah, I’ll get his attention and you hit him.”

“Hey, buddy can you help me, I think I’m lost,” Yuri said as she went in the back door.

“Hold it right there,” the guard said and that was his last word as Pavel shot him in the neck. They moved the guard out of sight and took his gun.

“Check the elevator?” Yuri said and Pavel returned.

“One guy with his back turned.” Okay, let’s get the Prime Minister and his wife up to where he belongs. They carried them in and made their way around the corner to the elevator. The guard heard a noise and turned but Pavel shot him in the arm and he fell to his knees then on his side.

“Up we go,” and they went to the third floor and waited for the doors to open. Not knowing what to expect they had a stun gun and a pistol ready as the Prime Minister and his wife lay slumped in the corner of the elevator. The doors opened and Pavel peaked out.

“Two guys in front of the door to the Prime Minister’s office. They looked this way when the elevator dinged.”

“Freeze the doors and we’ll wait for them to investigate.” About thirty seconds later when no one got out of the elevator the two guards moved slowly. They cautiously looked into the elevator and saw five people lying in the floor.

“Help,” a muffled voice moaned. Yuri was on his side with his face on his arm. The guards looked at one another and put their weapons on their shoulders. In an instant Pavel shot one and Abram the other and both were out cold. Yuri didn’t want to leave a trail of dead bodies. They crawled to the office and saw Melenkov at the desk writing and he was alone. He was known to carry a gun and he knew how to use it. Yuri and Pavel stood up and walked to the door. It was all glass and when Melenkov recognized Yuri, who he knew to be his enemy, he drew his gun and fired. It shattered the glass but missed. Yuri didn’t wait and shot Melenkov twice in the chest.

“We need to get the guards under lock and key, sir,”

“Yes, call Adamsky and Lvov. We can trust them. The two arrived and took the unconscious guards to detention in the militia building. After an hour Berelenov and his wife finally, woke up and found themselves in the seat of power, literally. Yuri called a newspaper man he trusted and he came over. “How long before you can get this on the wire for the whole world to know?”

“Just as soon as I get back to the office.”

“Good, get going and thanks.”

“Now what, sir?”

“We stand guard. Get Adamsky and Lvov back here and call anyone you can trust.”

“Yes, sir.” In all, they scraped together eight men who were loyal to Yuri and Deniken/Berelenov. Together with those in the building who were loyal to Deniken they had plenty.

* * *

“Comrade, I’m getting a news story from Moscow,” Kolchevsky said.

“What?” Kolchevsky’s shoulders slumped.

“Melenkov is dead and Berelenov is in Deniken’s office. Also, Kapustin Yar is back in control of the air force. Radinsky is in custody.” Kulagin’s face reddened and he clenched his fists in anger.

“The game’s up, Kulagin,” Ellen said.

“The game is never up for me.”

“No, I suppose not but your dreams of conquest and the return of the Soviet Union are gone.”

“We’ll see but one thing is for sure; neither you or Deniken will walk out of here alive.”

“I think we knew that as soon as you arrived,” Ellen said.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

“What are you hearing?” Valerie asked Rita Fitzgerald.

“Melenkov is dead and Berelenov is in charge pending what happens with Deniken.”

“And President Lexington,” Perry added.

“Nothing yet,” Rita said.

“Valerie, we’re getting first reports about the Blue Ridge Mountain detonation site,” Marty said.

“It can’t be good of course,” Valerie said.

“It’s terrible,” Marcus Washington said. I’ve got men on the scene or at least as close as they can get.”

“Should we send in the army to keep order and help with evacuation?” Valerie asked.

“Yes, this is too much for the National Guard,” Susan Rojas remarked. “I’ve already given the orders.”

“Good,” Valerie said. “Homeland Security needs to be there with medical services.”

“I’m on it, Ma’am. I have over a thousand people on their way and some are already there.”

“Any numbers on casualties?” Valerie asked.

“It’s early and it is a sparsely populated area but I think we can count on thousands dead, tens of thousands wounded and thousands with radiation sickness that will lead to death for many if not most of them.,” Homeland Security Director Sanghvi said.

“What about the radiation? How vulnerable are our rescue workers?”

“Extremely vulnerable. They’re all wearing protective equipment,” Susan replied.

“The press will probably blame me and maybe that’s for the best.”

“I doubt if they blame you, Valerie,” Marty said.

“Oh, they’ll blame me alright. This was in the cards when I took over. I just hope the President comes back safely and soon. I don’t want any part of this job despite my previous ambition. Right now, all I want to do is to leave this building, go back to Michigan and disappear.” No one said a word, largely because they believed her.

* * *

“We’re flying over the Blue Ridge Mountains here in Virginia and seeing the aftermath of the detonation of a hydrogen warhead. It is beyond description but I will try. You can see from the camera but seeing in person is even more unbelievable.” The mountain is laid bare like it was shaved by Earth movers. There were thousands of trees here yesterday but it is just white ash that is covering the mountain and floats in the air. The mushroom cloud by all accounts went over ten thousand feet upward. It has come back to the Earth and as we look there are fires everywhere. The forest on the mountain that was not wiped out during the detonation is on fire. The whole mountain is on fire and it stretches about forty miles south and north. From what we’ve been told the missile was headed for Washington DC but rockets fired from U.S. fighters diverted the missile and it landed and detonated here in the mountains of Virginia. We’ve been told that anyone within a twenty-mile radius is almost certainly dead and up to thirty miles the loss of life will be great though perhaps not one hundred percent. This is Callie Ambrose returning you to our anchor desk in Richmond.”

“Thank you, Callie. Incredible destruction, Stan,” Martha Reynolds said.

“It is Martha; it’s the nightmare we’ve all had about nuclear war and now here it is.”

“It’s hard to take it in but here in studio we have Dr. Wilson Ramling, from the Atomic Energy Commission to tell us more.”

“Thank you, Stan and Callie.”

“Dr. Ramling, what can we expect in the next few days and weeks?” Stan asked.

“Well, to be blunt many people will never be found because there is nothing to find. There will be many bodies in deplorable condition. As the weeks pass people who survived but were too close will die of radiation exposure.”

“What about the area itself. When can it be inhabited?”

“In a word… never.”

“How wide will that area be?”

“It’s hard to say but to be safe about a fifty-mile radius.”

“So, a one-hundred-mile diameter circle will be off limits to anyone?”

“Exactly.”

“Thank you Dr. Ramling,” Stan said.

“I guess the commonwealth of Virginia will never be the same,” Callie said. A commercial break came by and they leaned back in their chairs.

“Thanks again Dr. Ramling,” Stan said.

“I wish I had better news but I’m afraid there’s not much good that will come out of this.”

“No, that’s for sure,” Callie said. Ramling left and Stan and Callie went for a cup of coffee.

“I never thought this day would happen or I thought I’d be wiped out with the first bomb.”

“Me too, it feels funny to be reporting on this. I mean I’ve seen the movies about a nuclear attack and the aftermath but to be a part of it, is very scary,” Callie remarked

“Apparently the Russians have control of the missile site but what if it happens again somewhere else. What if North Korea or Iran start launching missiles at us. We could be looking at this sort of thing on a much larger scale,” Stan posed.

“I think the world may be headed for a period of crazies on the loose.”

“I think we’re already there.”

* * *

“So, now what?” Ellen asked Kulagin. He’d been mumbling to himself in Russian. Tatiana had been trying to listen and she did hear the word martyr and that frightened her. Kulagin heard Ellen and turned to look at her. She no longer had the gun pointed at Deniken. She held it in her hand pointed at the floor.

“Now what? Now what, you asked me? No woman talks to me that way.”

“Well maybe they should have a long time ago.”

“You and Deniken dead will be enough for me today. Someday someone will be able to continue Comrade Stalin’s work.”

“I hope not, Russia is just now getting to a level of sophistication. No offense, Mr. President?”

“None taken, Madam President.”

“I am offended,” Kulagin said.

“Get over yourself,” Ellen said.

“Madam President please stop aggravating him,” Trent said as he knelt in front of her. He couldn’t stand with a bullet in his leg but he was doing his best to protect her.

“I’m not afraid of him. He’s like a big dog that barks because he wants attention.”

“Yes, I’m the big dog and I bark but I also bite.”

“Do your worst, I’m sick and tired of bullies like you and so is the whole damn world for that matter.” Kulagin was getting mad again.

“Kolchevsky, finish them all.”

“Yes, Comrade.” Tatiana was ready and when she heard that she knew there was a slim window of opportunity. Kulagin was a good ideologue if there is such a thing as a good one and he was indeed a cold-blooded killer as he had intimated and shown but he really wasn’t a good kidnapper because the first thing you do is check to see if your captives have any weapons. Tatiana who always had a weapon, had two knives in her waist and despite her wounded shoulder had crawled as close to Kulagin as she could. Kolchevsky was right next to Kulagin.

“I’ll deal with the leaders,” Kulagin said and with that he aimed his rifle at Ellen. She didn’t wait and fired a shot striking Kulagin in the leg. He returned fire and struck her in the left arm and she fell to the floor. Trent covered Ellen and he was shot by Kulagin in the lower back. At the same time Tatiana lunged and stabbed Kolchevsky in the heart and she grabbed his automatic weapon and shot Manatov several times. Kulagin smashed her head with the butt of his gun and she fell on the floor. Lanewsky was looking for a shot and as he did Andy and Justin tackled him and the gun slid away. Jozette picked it up and then they heard gunfire in the hallway. Kulagin figured that security forces had finally arrived and he had one chance to be immortal. He aimed at Deniken and fired. The Russian President went down with a bullet in his stomach. “Now, Madam President, let’s end this charade once and for all. He raised his rifle and took aim. Ellen crawled out from under Trent and stood with hands on her hips and her jaw thrust outward.

“Don’t miss your chance,” She said. Kulagin smiled but as he started to press the trigger a knife flew across the room and went deep in his neck from the side. He choked and spit up blood before dropping his weapon. He turned to see Little Wolf standing on one leg and Julieta holding him. It was the last thing the Stalinist saw before he fell backwards and died. Security men entered the room and saw Justin and Andy on top of Lanewsky and Jozette holding an assault rifle. They aimed at her but Vladimir, who was sitting up with some pain began shouting in Russian and they backed off and corralled Lanewsky.

“Please help us, we need many ambulances,” Julieta said. Dave went to Tatiana. She was groggy but alright as Dave held her in his arms. Orders were barked out and emergency personnel came into the room and began working on the wounded.

“Do you always have to be a hero?” Dave asked. She was bleeding at her temple and he wiped the blood away and held her head to his chest.

“Seemed like the thing to do and besides I was trying to turn you on,” she said and smiled.

“President Deniken is seriously wounded and Agent Rodriguez,” Ellen barked out and they were the first to be taken away on a stretcher. Warren woke up and lay on a gurney as Ariel walked beside him to the ambulance. A medical worker bandaged Ellen’s arm and she walked over to Little Wolf.

“Thanks for saving my life,” she said to Little Wolf who nodded.

“My pleasure, Madam President.”

“I’m sorry that all of this happened to you folks.”

“We’re just sorry that your friend was killed,” Jozette said.

“Yes, she was a dear friend and I’ll miss her to the day I die,” Ellen said with wet eyes.

“Ma’am, I’ll be in surgery but agent Wheaton will watch over you,” Trent said as he was taken out on a gurney.

“Hey, Yankee, how are you feeling?” Vladimir asked as his gurney was brought alongside of Trent’s.

“Been better, what about you?”

“I’ve had worse nights with a bottle of vodka.”

“I have no doubt.”

“Take care of yourself, Yankee.”

“You too, Russkie.” They were taken away and that left those that could walk.

“Madam President, wouldn’t you like to be carried down on a gurney?” Val asked.

“No, I’ll walk.” She rode in the ambulance with Bonnie to the hospital. Then they all waited in the lobby while their friends were attended. It was two hours and nothing. Pacing, reading, and worrying occupied them. Ellen was safely ensconced in a private room after her surgery. She wanted to be with the others but Val convinced her that she could easily be a target of a crazy if there were any around in the hospital and there very well could be on this day.

“Madam President I need to call the Whitehouse and tell them you’re okay,” Val said and she nodded. He talked to a security agent and was directed to a phone where he called and gave the news to Cheryl Wallach who went immediately to the situation room where the cabinet was meeting.

“Ladies and gentlemen, the Falcon is up,” Cheryl said and there were sighs and smiles all around the table.

“Thank God,” Marty said.

“Where is she?” Valerie asked.

“In a hospital. She was shot in the arm but will be okay. There were other injuries and Clarice Wallace was killed.”

“They were very close,” Susan Rojas said.

“And Kulagin?” Perry asked.

“Dead along with several of his henchmen and the rest are in custody.”

“Hallelujah for that,” Valerie added.

“When will the President get back here?” Marty asked.

“She’s at the hospital and won’t leave until everyone is okay,” Cheryl answered.

“Thank you, agent Wallach,” Marty said and Cheryl left the room.

* * *

“Sir, I have good news,” Cheryl said as she stood outside the door of the residence speaking to Don who let out a sigh.

“Is Mom okay?” Shelly asked as she ran to the door followed by Brian.

“She was shot in the arm but she’ll be fine and she should be home in a few days.”

“Thank God for that,” Don said as his kids hugged him.

“I’ll inform you when she has left the country on Air Force One.”

“Thank you, Cheryl.”

“I’m so relieved, dad,” Shelly said.

“Me too,” Brian added. I was so afraid something would happen to her before I could say how sorry I was.” Don smiled.

“She’ll be glad to see you too, Brian. Hey how about a movie and pizza?” It was met with approval and they relaxed that evening and enjoyed the movie as they waited for Ellen to get back home.

* * *

“Mr. Swanzy,” A doctor said as he came into the surgical waiting room.

“Yes.”

“Your wife is doing fine and she’ll be out of recovery and in her room in an hour or so.”

“Thank you.” There was a parade of doctors and nurses after that. Warren didn’t need surgery and was in a trauma room with Ariel. Johnny Rodriguez pulled through. Bonnie was touch and go but she came through the surgery and was in her room. Against Val’s advice Ellen went to see Bonnie and sat at her bedside for two hours. Three days later everyone left the hospital and cars took them to the airport in Kerch. Airforce One was ready and staffed with secret service agents that flew in the night before. Everyone was seat belted and the plane took off. Once in flight they all breathed a sigh of relief.

“How’s your leg, Brave?”

“Okay, the pain killers help.”

“My hero,” Julieta said as she put her head on his shoulder.

“My wife the warrior.”

“I’m just a dentist from Indiana.”

“Keep talking but I know better.”

“Warren, does your head hurt?”

“Only when I’m awake.”

“Why did you tell Kulagin that you wired the door?”

“I didn’t want an innocent person to get killed because of me.”

“You could’ve been killed just to save some other person.”

“No, not just someone. That innocent person was you, Ariel. You were the only person that I was scared for.” She looked in his face and smiled

“How is that secret service agent?” Belinda asked.

“He came through surgery and he’ll be fine,” Jozette said.

“What about the Russian President?” Belinda continued.

“He’ll be laid up for a month or so but the Prime Minister Berelenov is standing in and the treaty will be finalized and signed by President Lexington and President Deniken in three months in Bern, Switzerland,” Justin said.

“Why there?” Belinda asked.

“Switzerland is neutral,” Justin said and Belinda gave a look of bewilderment.

“Little Wolf,” Jozette said and he turned to Belinda. He had heard everything and knew it’d fall upon him to explain it to Belinda.

“Switzerland has always been neutral, Miss Belinda.”

“What does that mean?”

“It means they don’t take sides.”

“What sides?”

“Well, the United States and all of the NATO countries are one side and Russia and her friends are on the other side.”

“And, Switzerland doesn’t like anybody?” Justin, Andy and Jozette chuckled and Belinda had a sad look. “I guess I said something stupid again.”

“I’m not so sure. Neutral means you don’t take anyone’s side but it could also mean they don’t like anyone.” Belinda made a face at Jozette and stuck out her tongue.

“Way to be mature, Lind,” Jozette said.

“You started it.”

“Alright, girls,” Tatiana said and they both calmed down.

“So, since the Swiss don’t take anybody’s side the treaty will be signed there,” Little Wolf said.

“Seems fair enough, thank you Little Wolf for explaining things to me without making me feel stupid.”

“You’re welcome, Miss Belinda.” Belinda smiled a big smile Little Wolf’s way then looked at Jozette and crossed her eyes. Jozette sighed and rolled her eyes shaking her head.

“Hello everyone,” Ellen said and they were surprised at seeing the president as they started to get up.

“Sit down, please,” she said as she spoke to them from over the back of a seat.

“How’s your arm?” Andy asked.

“I’m fine and I hope all of you have recovered.”

“We have, Ma’am.”

“I had planned on having a meal with you when we got back to the Whitehouse but our little interruption has derailed that. I’ll have to meet with my cabinet right away and for days probably. And the disaster in Virginia, of course, will occupy me for months. Thanks to all of you for what you did when we were held prisoners. You saved many lives. I have to say you’re quite a remarkable group of friends.”

“We’re sorry this has all fallen upon you, Madam President,” Justin said.

“Goes with the job, though I didn’t expect this the day Amos Clark called and asked me to be his running mate. I thought I’d spend four years cutting ribbons and meeting with the azalea queen. But things change and we can’t stop them.”

“I suppose I’ll have to go with what material you gave me for the interview,” Justin posed.

“That’s one of the reasons that I’m here. I’ll be planning campaign stops in the next few months when things get back to normal. I’ll be starting in Maine naturally, but I’m coming to Bloomington, Indiana and I want to come to your house, Mr. Weaver. And, I want all of you there. I thought we could have an old-fashioned cookout. That should play in backyard America. Then you and I, Mr. Weaver, can sneak off and finish the interview. I hate all the phoniness of a campaign but it has to be I’m afraid. I know Jozette might ask why I cave in to that nonsense. It’s the way the game is played. If re-elected and that is a big if, I can do much for people who need help. Abused women, single women, divorced women battling custody and alimony. To that end, Jozette, my people will be in touch with you so you can fly out to the Washington and spend a weekend with me as I pick your brain for ideas.”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Jozette said.

“If I’m elected.”

“You will be, we’ll see to that,” Andy said. Everyone turned and looked at him. “Well, I can be optimistic, can’t I?”

“Counselor,” Ellen said as she turned to Little Wolf.

“Yes, Madam President.”

“Thank you again for my life but more importantly, I’ve been researching your accomplishments and they are considerable.”

“Really?”

“Yes, and if I’m elected, I’d like you to come work for me in the Whitehouse as my chief council.”

“Wow, I don’t know what to say.”

“How would you feel about that, Julieta?” Ellen asked.

“I’m proud of my husband and it would be the opportunity of a lifetime.”

“What do you think, Little Wolf?” Ellen asked.

“I don’t know. I like seeing Julieta every night.”

“I can understand that but there are long furloughs at Christmas, in the summer and the fall. You’d have an office in the Whitehouse. We’d talk every day. Your residence would be paid for and all of your trips back and forth to Indiana would be paid for. Right now, Pete Johnson who lives in Texas, leaves every Thursday after lunch and returns home. Something to think about. I’ll call you if I win.”

“Thank you, Madam President for the offer,” Little Wolf said and Ellen nodded.

“We’ll be landing in a few minutes. Thank you for coming and I want you to know I really enjoyed meeting all of you.” She gave a wave and disappeared down the aisle to her room.

“This will be the first time I’ve ever been active politically,” Justin said. There was general agreement among everyone on that point.

“She reminds me of Teddy,” Warren said.

“Really?” Ariel asked.

“Yes, except her voice is lower than his.” That brought laughter from everyone and two hours later the plane landed. They were back home and it felt good.

* * *

“Bonnie, go to the cabinet room and tell them I’ll be there in a few minutes. I’m going to see my family first.”

“Yes Ma’am.” Ellen ran through the halls to the residence, paused to straighten her clothes, took a deep breath then opened the door and walked inside.

“Mom,” Shelly said and ran and hugged her mother. “Mom, we were so worried.”

“So was I.”

“Hello, Madam President,” Don said with a big smile. She was still holding Shelly as she smiled at her husband and nodded. Shelly let go and she and Don hugged for a moment then she looked around and there was Brian standing with tears in his eyes.

“Hello, Brian,” Ellen said and he lowered his head.

“Mom, I’m sorry.”

“So, am I.”

“For what… I was the problem.”

“Not entirely; I haven’t been here for any of you enough and I’d like to change that.” Brian walked up to Ellen.

“I love you, Mom,” Brian said then hugged his mother and she held on tight.

“What happened?” Ellen asked. Don pointed to Shelly and she grinned and hugged her dad.

“We heard about your exploits over there,” Don said.

“They were embellished a little.”

“I don’t think you can embellish what you did. You have more courage than I have.”

“It was mostly fear.”

“Well, that can work too, I guess.”

“Mom, I’m sorry about Clarise. She was nice… we used to talk when she wasn’t busy,” Shelly said.

“Yes, she gave her life for me. I’ll never get over that.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” Don posed.

“Maybe not but I still feel responsible.”

“I understand but perhaps time can make you feel better.”

“Perhaps.” They talked for a few minutes as they sat on the couches and chairs.

“Ellen, we’re happier than we could ever express about you being back with us safely but shouldn’t you be in the cabinet room?” Don suggested.

“I should and I guess I’ll go now but we’re having supper together and that’s an executive order.” They smiled and she returned one before leaving.

* * *

“Madam President,” Marty Ingersoll said as Ellen walked in the situation room and there were sounds of delight and relief all around the table. Valerie let out a long sigh.

“May I kiss your ring your eminence?” Valerie said as she got up and shook Ellen’s hand.

“When we heard you’d landed the cabinet took an official vote and demoted me to lackey.”

“Hardly necessary, I think.”

“Oh, it was and I was never so relieved. The cabinet can fill you in about the situation in Virginia. It’s bad as you might guess but I think our emergency people have done a good job. And now I’ll depart,” Valerie said.

“But we need you here, Valerie,” Ellen said almost pleading.

“No, the last thing you need is for Judas to sit at the table. Remember what happened the last time.” Valerie waved and left.

“What’s wrong?” Ellen asked as she looked around the room.”

“She was uneasy at the outset, Madam President. She felt and we agreed that we needed someone to act as President but from the outside she was a usurper or at least she thought of herself that way,” Marty said.

“But she’ll return as speaker,” Ellen said.

“No, she resigned her seat as soon as we heard you’d arrived in Washington. She knew she’d never be elected to anything. Here’s a poll from her district. This is the district that returned her to the House with a seventy-one per cent majority,” the Attorney General Haakon Meisner said. Ellen read from the poll.

“Eighty-six per cent of those polled thinks she should resign her seat immediately.”

“You can see that ten per cent want her to leave the country,” Marty added.

“But she was doing what needed to be done.”

“The amendment is a political death sentence for anyone who exercises it and takes over,” Susan Rojas offered.

“It’s not fair.”

“Who said fair has anything to do with it, Madam President,” Perry said. “She and I talked about it in private before she came in here and asked the cabinet to place her in charge. She knew the risks and she knew her career was over. We all know how badly she wanted to be President but she threw all that away because she felt there needed to be someone in charge if the worst happened. Then when the country heard about your exploits she was finished and she knew it. I can tell you that Valerie is a vain woman but I think everyone in here would agree that she took it pretty well. She read the poll also. Am I right?”

“I think so,” Louise Chen said. Ellen was thinking and then a grin came over her face.

“Madam President?” Marty asked as her expression suggested that she was mulling over an idea.

“I have an idea but I’ll keep it to myself for now. Kent, find Valerie and tell her to meet me in the oval office in one hour.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” Ellen discussed a few things with the cabinet then left for her office.

“Ma’am, Valerie Jensen is here to see you,” Bonnie said.

“Glad to see you’re back at work, Bonnie,” Valerie said.

“I’m glad to be back, Ma’am.”

“Hello, Valerie,” Ellen said. “Let’s talk over here on the couches.”

“I hope you’re not trying to get me to stay as Speaker.”

“No, sadly, that ship has sailed as they say.”

“My political career has sailed away also, as they say.”

“Maybe not entirely.”

“You mean Xavier Corners needs a dog catcher or someone to run for the library board?”

“They probably do but no, I have something else in mind.”

“What may I ask?”

“Have you ever thought about the diplomatic corps?”

“Ambassador?”

“Yes.”

“Let me guess, Bangladesh or Paraguay?”

“No, I was thinking more England.” Valerie was stunned. The most prestigious post for any ambassador is England. You are close to royalty in your treatment and the residence is palatial as well.

“Me as the ambassador to the Court of St. James?”

“Yes.”

“You know this is Valerie Jensen sitting here, your long time enemy,”

“No, I’d say long-time rival and there’s nothing wrong with that.”

“They’d crucify you. It could hurt your chances for re-election.”

“I know so that’s why we’ll wait until and if I’m elected on my own.”

“So, I remain out of sight in Michigan for a year then emerge as ambassador to England.”

“That’s the plan.”

“But wait, then you’ll suffer when you run again.”

“No, if I win this time I won’t run again. I’ll have five and half years and that’s enough punishment for anyone.”

“You’d walk away?”

“Believe me, Valerie, it’s a weight on your shoulders that you can’t imagine unless it’s happened to you.”

“Yeah, you’re right. I felt a small portion of what it must be like for you every day and it’s no picnic.”

“So, we meet again after I’m inaugurated.”

“Thanks, Ellen, I mean Madam President.” They shook hands and it was sincere.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

The horror that was unleashed on the Blue Ridge Mountains shocked the nation, the world really. It took weeks to dig through the rubble and find all the bodies. It was a grizzly job and some who did it ended up in therapy for what they saw. In the end, thirty-eight thousand people died or were missing and presumed dead. Eighty thousand were injured many seriously. As time passed more and more of the wounded died of radiation poison, internal injuries, blood loss, extended shock and other complications. A huge area of ninety miles in diameter was cordoned off and no admittance was permitted. A memorial was being planned for those who died that day. But the loss still haunted the entire nation because of what it foreshadowed. Nuclear war was not an option and nations needed to find a way to prevent it indefinitely.

A week after the crisis was over President Lexington scheduled a cabinet meeting. “Please, be seated ladies and gentlemen,” Ellen said as she took her place at the head of the table in the cabinet meeting room.

“I hope you’re feeling better, Madam President,” Haakon Meisner said.

“I feel fine and I’m glad to be back in the saddle again… I think,” she said then chuckled. They exchanged glances. “That was a joke. Hey have you all lost your sense of humor?”

“Ma’am…” Louise Chen started but was cut off by Ellen who slammed her hand on the table. Not hard but enough to gather everyone’s attention.”

“Ma’am,” Louise said.

“No, I will not accept these,” Ellen said as she held up six letters.

“I take it you’re holding letters of resignation,” Marty posed.

“I am, from Louise, Haakon, Rita, Marcus, Susan and Marty. I don’t know what you’ve heard or what you think but everyone in this room and Valerie Jensen did exactly the right thing by invoking the 25th Amendment. You had no choice and I can say that if one of you had been in my position and I was in the cabinet I wouldn’t have hesitated to vote to appoint an acting President.”

“Ma’am, there’s considerable sentiment from the public for a complete new cabinet,” Marty said.

“Well, the public is not President, I am.”

“Since Valerie resigned and took the blame on herself, we thought it was only fair that we all leave as well.”

“Well, I don’t. I need all of you at my side and I need your eyes, your ears and your ideas. Sadly, Valerie was a casualty of this thing but I don’t need anyone else to fall on their sword for me or the public. I picked all of you after Amos’ appointees left and I chose you because of your experience and expertise. None of that has changed and I’ll need all the help you can give so, no one is running out on me. Is that clear?” Looks were exchanged all around the table and even a few grins broke out.

“Yes, Madam President,” Marty said smiling.

* * *

After signing the treaty and getting it passed in the Senate, Ellen went to Congress with Gwendolyn Ramzeyer’s name for vice-President. There was opposition but the President would not back down and in the end the Senate confirmed Governor Ramzeyer as vice-President of the United States.

Trent Wilson recovered from his wounds but lost some mobility in his arm so he had to resign from the secret service. Ellen had him in her office that very day and made him a domestic advisor.

Johnny Rodriguez recovered fully and was assigned as the head of Presidential security.

Val Wheaton became head of vice-Presidential security.

Carmen Hernandez moved on and Bonnie became appointments secretary and still was an assistant to the President.

Ellen wrote a letter to the mayor and city council of Clarise’s home town. Now, there’s a Clarise Wallace Boulevard in Springfield, Illinois. Ellen went there a month later and dedicated the street and visited Clarise’s parents. When Jozette met with Ellen they were discussing and refining the outline of legislation that Clarise had put forward.

* * *

“How is the work coming along, Warren?” Dave asked as they sat around Justin and Belinda’s backyard patio.

“The usual; I’m losing too much voltage.”

“I thought you were hooking onto a laser?”

“I am but there’s still leakage.”

“Any possible solutions?”

“None so far and Westinghouse is getting impatient.”

“Are they going to drop their sponsorship?”

“Maybe but I’m not crushed by that. IU has offered me a tenured position to study whatever I want.”

“How’d that happen?”

“I wrote a paper last fall and it was a big hit with the string theory people.”

“String theory, kind of nebulous isn’t it?” Dave asked.

“It’s darn near non-existent but I guess they want to stay even with Purdue and MIT.”

“Can you?”

“Stay even with those two places? I doubt it but I can give it a good try. I like experimental work but theory is nice too.”

“And he’ll be at home where he belongs,” Ariel said.

“Yes, and I like that. Since I was shot, I haven’t returned to the desert.”

“Any regrets?”

“No, being with Ariel is my favorite thing in the world and I mean that.”

“I don’t doubt it,” Dave said. As it turned out even though Warren was in demand for a professor’s spot at many universities, an anonymous gift to Indiana University of three million dollars to upgrade their physics lab may have played into the job offer for Warren. Where did the money come from? Well, that’s not important.

* * *

“Well, Little Wolf, what have you decided about the President’s offer?” Will asked.

“I’m still mulling it over.”

“He shouldn’t be mulling it at all. It’ll be a great boon to his career and he’s crazy if he turns her down,” Julieta stated clearly standing with hands on hips.

“Well, I guess we know where your wife stands,” Lexi said.

“Yes, she’s all for me taking it but I hate to desert Lionel.”

“I saw him last week and he said if you don’t take it, he may fire you,” Justin said.

“He said that?” Little Wolf asked.

“Not exactly but he wants you to take the job, Little Wolf. We all do but there’s only one opinion that counts,” Justin replied.

“I know and I’m leaning that way.”

“Good,” Julieta said then sat next to her husband and kissed his cheek.

“Jo, how did the meeting go with the President?” Lexi asked.

“Very well; we had a great time. The Whitehouse is always buzzing so we went to Camp David. Bonnie came along and we discussed ideas for legislation to help women. It was a good feeling.”

“Did she offer you a job in her administration?” Will asked.

“Well, as a matter of fact, she did.”

“What? You didn’t say anything about that,” Justin said.

“I don’t tell you everything, Justin.”

“You’re probably better off that way.”

“Yeah, because he’d just tell everyone,” Belinda said.

“Says the Queen of Blab,” Justin posed.

“I don’t blab.”

“Honey, I love you but you can’t keep a secret from the kitchen to the living room,” Lexi said. There was laughter and even Belinda grinned.

“Well, maybe I do blab sometimes.”

“We’ll accept that and move on from there,” Lexi said.

“Tatiana, has your arm healed?” Will asked.

“Yes, perfectly. The bullet missed the bone and was almost all the way through. The doctor said it didn’t do much tumbling. I was lucky.”

“Are the girls ready for college?” Lexi asked.

“That’s all they talk about.”

“Are they staying on campus?” Will asked.

“Yes, it’s a long drive and I don’t want them out on the road. Dave wasn’t happy. He wants his baby girls next to him on the couch every night.”

“Those days are gone, I guess,” Lexi said.

“They are and I’m not quite the basket case that Tatiana thinks I am. Though I probably will be when we drop them off on that horrible weekend?” Tatiana looked at Jozette and smiled.

“It’ll be like kindergarten all over again,” Tatiana quipped.

“I love my girls is that so bad?”

“It’s not bad at all and the girls are lucky to have you and Tatiana,” Lexi said.

“I’ll miss them too. The house will be quiet and kind of lonely for a while.”

“Now, the girls going here to IU are staying at home, aren’t they?” Dave asked.

“They are; Darcy, Jessica and Dixie had a triple reserved but then they said they wanted to stay at home and we didn’t complain,” Lexi said with a smile.

“Will they drive?” Dave asked.

“No, there’s a bus two blocks from here that goes to campus,” Jozette said. “They all three have a night class together but either Andy, Justin, Lexi or myself will drop them off and pick them up.”

“What did they think of that?”

“Not much at first but we weren’t going to budge and actually in time they realized it’d be nice having a ride just outside the door to the building,” Will answered.

“Hey, Dixie come here for a minute,” Tatiana said.

“Yes.”

“Sit on my lap.” They all liked Tatiana; she was kind of a second mother. “I here you’re taking a night class but you have a ride there and back home.”

“Yes, our parents will take us and pick us up.”

“What do you think of that?”

“Well, Jess wanted to be free and go on the bus but it’s at night and I wasn’t too anxious to do that. Besides, if Daddy picks us up, I can always get him to take us to the ice cream store. He can’t tell me no.” She whispered the last part in Tatiana’s ear.

“I see, well, have fun with that and good luck this fall to Jessica, Darcy and Paulita too,” she said and they nodded. Dixie got up and she, Jessica, Dixie, Paulita and Zara went somewhere away from the adults. Actually, all of them were adults except Zara but the parents were the “old” adults.

“I suppose she said when Andy picks them up, they can get him to do anything they want,” Jozette said.

“Perhaps,” Tatiana said.

“Andy can’t say no to Dixie.”

“I’ve seen that. The twins can get Dave to do anything. He has no backbone around those two girls.”

“Well, it’s hard to argue with a father who loves his children and children who love their father,” Jozette remarked.

“No, I wouldn’t trade him for anything,” Tatiana said.

“Mine either,” Jozette said.

“Hey, Belinda, I heard that you missed your chance to advise the President on her fashion choices,” Will said.

“Not exactly.”

“What does that mean?” Jozette asked.

“I received a certified letter last week inviting me to the Whitehouse in two weeks to do a makeover on President Lexington,” Belinda said as she threw her head back and grinned.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Jozette asked.

“You didn’t tell me about going there to discuss women’s issues.”

“Oh, yeah, I guess you’re right. Okay, so we’re even.”

“Now, my question as usual is what’re we going to do the next time that will put our lives in danger?” Andy said.

“Do we have to do something dangerous?” Belinda asked.

“We never start out that way, but in the end, it’s always touch and go. I keep saying let’s go to King’s Island or Disneyworld,” Andy said.

“Dave, is something wrong?” Justin asked. Dave had just finished reading a text and was lost in thought somewhere.

“Dave, Justin is talking to you,” Tatiana said as she nudged her husband.

“What, oh, I’m sorry, Justin… deep in thought I guess.”

“Do we dare ask what you were thinking about?” Jozette interjected. Dave looked at everyone and they were all interested as they could see that something was bothering Dave.

“I’m sorry but I can’t say anything right now.” Then he got up and walked away reading his phone.

“What’s wrong, Tatiana?” Lexi asked.

“I don’t know; he rarely locks people out, especially me. I’ll ask him tonight when we’re alone.” The party broke up and Dave and Tatiana were in the guest bedroom at Belinda and Justin’s house. Tatiana was ready for bed and Dave was sitting on the bed with his arms folded and his chin resting on his hand. “Dave is everything alright?”

“I don’t know.”

“You don’t know or you won’t tell me.”

“No, if I knew I’d tell you. You must know that by now. I don’t keep secrets from you.”

“What about the plane ride on the way to Australia?”

“Yes, I did and I was wrong. I knew you wouldn’t say anything but I was afraid you might take Belinda into your confidence and she can’t keep quiet.” Tatiana gave Dave the look he got when he said anything unflattering about Belinda. “Okay, I know the rule on Belinda and I love her too but you have to admit she can’t keep a secret. Even Lexi said that tonight.”

“Well, okay, I guess you’re right.”

“When I know anything for sure, I’ll tell you.”

“Can you tell me what it’s about?”

“I don’t know yet. An old friend texted me about a problem he’s having but he didn’t elaborate. I asked for clarification but he won’t tell me. All he said was that he was afraid for himself and his family.”

“He’s a physicist, doesn’t he just push numbers around like you do?” She liked to tease Dave and he was used to it.

“You’re very funny,” he said smiling. “But I think you’re right, what could he do that would put his life or his family in danger?”

“When will you know?”

“He told me to meet him this Wednesday at a café in Pittsburgh. I’m supposed to wear a disguise and meet him in the back corner of this place.”

“I’m not sure I like this idea.”

“Well, it’s in broad daylight so, I guess it’ll be okay.”

* * *

“It was not okay and what his friend had to tell him scared Dave to his bones. It would set the world on a path to destruction and the group would face a crisis that would pale the ones they had faced before.”

EPILOGUE

In the next book Dave receives information from a fellow physicist that a group of latter-day Nazis, direct descendants of the Nazis who surrounded Adolph Hitler, are on the brink of discovering one of Nikola Tesla’s lost secrets. It’s a secret that could lead to the development of a series of things that would place the world as it is now in grave danger. If they find the answers, they are looking for then these children of Hitler would be in a position to take over the world and rule it in their own maniacal fashion. These fanatics will stop at nothing to achieve their aims and they’ll kill anyone who gets in their way. Dave’s friend is being forced to complete the work that Tesla started and find the solution to the Unified Field Theory. If he is successful then the Nazis will have the path to Time Travel, Teleportation and a Particle Beam weapon that could reach anywhere on Earth in seconds and obliterate anything in its path.

Once the Nazis find out about Dave and his work in electromagnetism, then he and his family are in danger and by association, the entire group. Justin, Belinda, Andy, Jozette, Will, Lexi, Little Wolf, Julieta, Warren, Ariel and all of the kids. As Andy is fond of saying; we start out on vacation and end up fighting for our lives every time. The adventure continues as my characters fight to save their lives and the world from Hitler’s spawn. Read The Eve of Abounding Wickedness to find out what happens.

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Falcon Down

by Mark Spaid

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First Printing – August 2019

Paperback ISBN: 978-1-68111-322-7

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Content

Mark Spaid
FALCON DOWN

PREFACE

THE GENESIS OF CRISIS MENTALITY

PROLOGUE

CHAPTER ONE

CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER THREE

CHAPTER FOUR

CHAPTER FIVE

CHAPTER SIX

CHAPTER SEVEN

CHAPTER EIGHT

CHAPTER NINE

CHAPTER TEN

CHAPTER ELEVEN

CHAPTER TWELVE

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

CHAPTER NINETEEN

EPILOGUE

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