"I won't run,"Marina promised. Had she been released from the men holding her only to be sold as a wh.o.r.e? Was that why the girl had changed with her? But, if so, where had that fake scar come from.

Chapter Thirty.

The President walked into the Situation Room carrying a fresh cup of coffee. He settled into his seat and just sat there, eyes closed, head down. Possibly praying, possibly just preparing his mind for the day. Or both. After a moment he looked up at the Air Force major in charge of Predator data.

"What's our status on the Predators?" the president asked.

"We have two...on station, Mr. President," the major said, nervously. "We have one more on the way to the target area."

"I thought we had four?" the president said, calmly.

"One crashed on the way to the target, sir," the major replied with a gulp. "There's a major storm in the area. We don't actually have observation of the target area. The Predators are flying blind. The pilots inform me they're just trying to keep them in the air, much less get a view of the operation."

"And if we push them down under the cloud cover, even if we could, we're likely to blow the operation,"

the Secretary of Defense pointed out.

"Mike will call, one way or the other, as soon as the mission condition is clear," the Secretary of State said. She would not normally have been in on a situation like this, but not only did she have an excellent background in the field, she had after all previously been the National Security Advisor, she had been deeply involved in missions involving Mike Harmon from the beginning. There was no way the President was going to deal with something like thiswithout her in the room.

"So we have to depend on him to make the call," the President pointed out. "But without a clear view, how do we know where to drop if we have to?"

"It's not exactly a precision weapon, Mr. President," the Secretary of Defense pointed out. "Close counts."

The man draggedMarina outside and into a Lada that had seen better days. It started though with an unusually powerful growl and the man drove rapidly to the north.

"Call me Boris if anyone asks," the man said in a friendly manner. "And try to continue to act scared. My name, though, is Captain Illyan of the Russian Intelligence Bureau. We'll be through the first Russian checkpoint in about an hour or so. Afterthat you can feel safe. Welcome back, by the way."

"What about my father?"Marina asked, relieved but still tense.

"That is up to other people," the captain sighed. "But they are very good. He will be fine."

"f.u.c.k me," Vanner muttered.

"Did I just see what I think I saw?" Julia said, quietly. "Is that Katya in the bed now?"

"Roger," Vanner said. s.h.i.t, he was going to have to broadcast send a message.

"Marinahas been extracted, replaced by Katya," Vanner typed into the BFT system. "Repeat, primary hostage is extracted. New extractee is Cottontail."

He set the recording to hold then hit the send b.u.t.ton on the transmitter. It was a risk but the most anyone was going to get was a brief electronic squeal.

This was precisely theworst time to get an update from Vanner butAdams held up his hand for a pause when he felt the vibration against his thigh. He pulled the device out and held it up to his eyes, cupped to see the data.

He paused, a.s.similating the information then tried very hard not to swear.What the f.u.c.k was that girl playing at?

Whatever. He'd get Katya and then figure out where the other b.i.t.c.h went. Why could women never stick to aplan ?

The Keldara used equipment that while not identical to US, it was better than most units had, was fully compatible. So as soon asAdams got the news, so did the President.

"Whatever doesthat mean?" the President asked, puzzled.

"Cottontail is the code name for one of Mr. Jenkins' agents," the Secretary of State said, with only a glance at her notes. "She was inserted in advance to localize and protect Dr. Arensky's daughter. I've seen pictures of both and there is some superficial similarity. Apparently she chose to take the daughter's place and somehow managed to smuggle her out of the building."

"Mr. President," the Air Force major said, looking at his laptop. "We just got a communique from Russian Intel. They report successfully extracting Marina Arensky out of Gamasoara. She is currently well away from the area of operations and, in fact, in Russian territory. In the event that there are any problems, a Spetznaz team is on standby for a hard extraction. But they indicate that they think they can extract her without issues."

"So the Kildar's agent took her place, somehow got her to Russian intel and they're pulling her out?" the president mused. "Brave girl. We ought to do something for her. Even if we got Arensky and the 'materials', whatever they really are, if the Chechens still had his daughter it would be a big problem, right?"

"Yes, sir," the Secretary of Defense said. "That's why the double mission."

"Yeah, we need to do something for that girl," the president said. "That's a really selfless thing to do. Get her and Mike up toCamp David you think?"

"I'll look into it," the Secretary of State said, smoothly, shooting an unnoticed glance at the Secretary of Defense.

"And, yes, I know she's probably one of his hookers," the president said, trying not to smile. "But I'll make sure n.o.body mentions it."

"Actually, sir," the SecDef said. "The problem is that... Cottontail is also the girl we... upgraded to be a professional a.s.sa.s.sin. The Secret Service is going to... be somewhat less than enthused."

"I'll try not to let her kill me."

"And I'll try not to gibber," the SecState said with a sigh. She had seen Katya'sfull dossier. The thought of her having tea with the First Lady atCamp David ...boggled. Then she had to smile. The image was just too funny.

Mike smiled in a driving rain: it was, as they say, "Great weather for SEALs and ducks." So far, so good.

The visibility absolutely sucked, of course. So the effectiveness of the snipers was going to be cut d.a.m.ned near to zero. But that cut two ways; he had been pretty sure that the Russians, at least, were going to be in overwatch with snipers. When they took the meeting down the snipers had been his biggest worry. With the rain and wind, that worry had been cut in half.

But the rain and wind, which if anything was increasing, would mask their movement to the target.

Which, unless he was completely lost, was just over the hill.

Before moving out from the a.s.sembly area he'd sent a coded burst, just a alpha code, indicating that they were prepared for the mission and moving to final phase. He had received, in reply, three bursts.

Vanner's team was in contact with higher and Katya,Adams ' team was in position and prepared to move out and supports, such as they were, were in place. As soon as they'd performed the raid he planned to break radio silence and get an update from Nielson. However, his digital command pad indicated there was an armed Predator somewhere up above the muck. Which meant the boss was watching. They'd better get their s.h.i.t straight on this one or they were likely to get a nuclear enema.

He slithered through the th.o.r.n.y scrub covering the hilltop and slid down a short ways on his stomach, not noticing the spicy scent of crushed vegetation, until he could get a glimpse of the target. The designated meet, a.s.suming NSA had its s.h.i.t together, was an intersection of two barely graveled roads in a valley about half the size of the Keldara's.

The valley was a branch off of the Pansiki Gorge, a ma.s.sive valley with sharp walls clawing up to the mountains on either side. Gouged thousands of years before by the very glaciers the teams had crossed, the Gorge was the center of Chechen resistance to the Russian forces holding the lowlands. Most of it resided in what was technically Georgia but all of it was controlled by the Chechens. The Keldara would raid and run, but they weren't planning on taking on the entire Chechen force. If Mike could avoidany contact, he would.

The Gorge had another strategic utility to the Chechens besides being hard as h.e.l.l to a.s.sault; it was very near the border of three countries and the intersection was one of two major joining points between the three. One of the roads led to southern Chechnya and Azerbaijan through areas almost entirely owned by the Chechens. The main branch south led to government held Georgia. If everything went well that was their egress route; ten miles or so down the road a Georgian mountain battalion was supposed to be holding the door open. The northern branch led to the frontlines of the war between the Chechens and the Russians. That was not an option given that there were about four thousand Chechen and foreign mujaheddin holding those lines. That was, however, the direction of Adams' objective.

Steep hills on all sides were similarly covered in thorn scrub. He crawled cautiously to his left and found the narrow gully that he'd seen in the satellite photos. According to the photos it continued downhill, bending slightly left then back to the right, and opened up down on the flats about a hundred yards from the rendezvous. It should serve to mask the movement and a.s.sembly of one of Sawn's team until they were close enough to strike. That was the north fork of the pincer. They'd probably be hitting the Russians. On the south there was a solid hill that would mask Padrek's team as it approached the fedayeen coming to the rendezvous. Yosif's team was being split on security north and south as well as putting in blocking teams on the south road. Pavel's team was in reserve in the event things went completely south. If somebody took off to the north, they'd have to deal withAdams ' teams.

Mike crawled back up the hill and then waved the teams forward. The snipers took up positions on the ridgeline, fiddling with the brush to get a better view and more camouflage.

As they did, Mike gestured for the four team leaders to rally on him.

"Okay, mission time," he said. "We planned this out with you guys in charge, Sawn in lead. Here's why.

I'm going to take position right by the meet point. I'll initiate from there. The teams are going to be too far out to ensure the package secure. My job is to secure the package.Your job is to keep me alive and make sure it stays that way."

"Kildar..." Padrek protested.

"As soon as I move, you move," Mike said, shaking his head. "This is my thing. All I've got to do is stay alive for fifteen seconds or so. I'm very good at that. You be good at getting my a.s.s out."

"Yes, Kildar," Sawn sighed. "As you will it."

"The Father of All will be with us this day," Mike said. "Now move out. And when it starts, you'd better come a runnin' like h.e.l.l."

She hadn't realized that Kurt spent the wholenight in the room.

However, he apparently didn't talk toMarina . She had heard the door open, footsteps and then a hand checking her shackles. Then a sc.r.a.pe as he sat down in the same padded chairMarina used. After that...

Nothing. She couldn't even hear him breathing over the sound of the rain and wind.

After a bit, though, there was sound from outside the door and a knock.

"Come." She heard the quiet c.o.c.king of a pistol. Then wheezing. f.u.c.king Yaroslav.

"Has the girl been satisfactory?" Yaroslav wheezed. It must have been h.e.l.l for him to just keep standing.

"Fine," Kurt replied. "What do you want?"

"I have a buyer. I wish to sell her on."

"That's fine," Kurt said. "Do you want your money?"

"I think we're paid up," Yaroslav said, nervously.

"I think we're a bit behind."

"If I get out of this room alive, I'll be happy for the experience."

"Very funny, fat man. You can go. The girl has never mentioned her name. You don't know it. And soon it won't matter. You may leave."

"Good night, then."

From the sound of the footsteps, and the slight b.u.mp at the door, Yaroslav backed out of the room.

As the door closed Katya heard the gun dec.o.c.k and a slight giggle.

f.u.c.king insane. And she was trapped in the same room with him.

G.o.dd.a.m.nit, Master Chief, where thef.u.c.kare you?

Hardly anything was moving in the town. Not surprising given the weather. The exterior guards on the target building were still out, but they were blinded by the rain and the light from the forward windows.

Just asAdams thought that the door of the target building opened and one f.u.c.king obese motherf.u.c.ker waddled out and across the street. He was out of sight quickly.Adams tentatively ID'd him as the pimp that Katya had been bought by based on the description from Vanner. He wasn't sure what he was doing in the building at this time of night, but it didn't really matter. If he'd still been in the building when they hit it, he was a target. Everyone in the building was a target except the detainee.

Adamslooked over his shoulder and gestured for the Keldara to take up pre-attack positions. Then he glanced at his watch. Fifteen minutes. Good time.

Now to wait in the pouring rain. It was a fine night for killin'.

Mike slid down the hill cautiously, watching for signs of enemy snipers on this ridge and hoping his camo was holding. The Russians would have access to thermal imagery for sure and the Chechens might. So he was wrapped up like a mummy to avoid thermal signature, longjohns, fleece and gortex top and bottom, hands in thick gloves, coldweather mask over his face, balaclava and fleece-lined hood up with the hood drawn tight. They'd tested the outfit and while he still gave off a heat image it was muted and weak, a gray ghost rather than a blazing white beacon. However, even with the cold and lashing rain all the gear meant he was hot as h.e.l.l. At this point his gear was so soaked he couldn't tell where the rain left off and the sweat started.

There was a click in his headphones and he froze. Slowly he reached down and pulled up his data pad, shielding it so the glow from the plasma fusion screen wouldn't be visible beyond his position.

Three points on the far ridge were now highlighted with the icon of snipers. Their "team" was unknown but they were overlooking the rendezvous.

Mike enjoyed sniping and hated snipers. For all he knew, the snipers had already spotted him and would wait until he was in position, or the meet was already going on, before they fired. That's whathe would do. Let the target think he'd succeeded and then f.u.c.k him at the last moment.

He clicked on the icons and upgraded their priority to first engagement then slowly slid the pad away.

Gear stowed, he started his stalk again. He was just going to have to depend on the night, rain and coverage to avoid the snipers. He shunted all doubts aside and slid onward, belly down. But he kept as much concealment between him and the three snipers as possible...

He wondered, briefly, how the rest of the mission was going and then put it out of his mind. He had good subordinates. They all knew their jobs. He could, had to, depend on them.

They were good. He was good. Time to odie.

Vladimir Yaroslav waddled to the small room he had been renting and quickly stripped off his clothes.

As he pulled off his watch he gave it a brief glance and then dropped it on the bed. He was onvery short time.

The fat suit unzipped in seven places and was off in less than a minute. Finally. It was one of theworst disguises he had ever affected, but very effective. n.o.body noticed anything but the fat. Getting the smell of rotting flesh from obesity necrosis had been tough but he'd finally found just the right mixture of scents.

Pulling off the mask, J stretched, his own self, whoever that was, for three seconds. Then he started getting his next mission face on.