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The captain wanted to be mad； but the man had warned him； hadn't he？ Next time I'll know better； he thought。 〃Very well； take it in。〃
〃Thank you。 I am sorry about the uniform。 Don't forget to have it cleaned。〃
The captain waved to a private and walked off。 The soldier unlocked the door。 The driver and his assistant went inside to get a two…wheeled hand truck。
〃I warned him；〃 the driver said to the private。
〃You certainly did； rade。〃 The soldier was amused。 He； too； was looking forward to going off duty； and it wasn't often that you saw an officer get caught。
The driver watched his assistant load the cans onto the hand truck； and followed him as he wheeled it into the building to the service elevator。 Then both returned for the second load。
They took the elevator to the third floor； shut the power off； and moved their loads to a storage room directly below the large fourth…floor conference room。
〃That was good with the captain；〃 the assistant said。 〃Now let's get to work。〃
〃Yes； rade Colonel；〃 the driver answered at once。 The four cans of carpet…cleaning fluid had false tops which the lieutenant removed and set aside。 Next he took out the satchel charges。 The colonel had memorized the blueprints of the building。 The wall pillars were in the outside ers of the room。 One charge went to each； fixed to the inboard side。 The empty cans were placed next to the charges； hiding them。 Next the lieutenant removed two of the false…ceiling panels； exposing the steel beams supporting the fourth floor slab。 The remaining charges were attached there； and the ceiling panels replaced。 The charges already had their detonators attached。 The colonel took the electronic triggering device out of his pocket； he checked his watch； and waited for three minutes before pressing the button to activate the timers。 The bombs would explode in exactly eight hours。
The colonel watched the lieutenant tidy up； then wheeled the hand truck back to the elevator。 Two minutes later； they left the building。 The captain was back。
〃rade；〃 he said to the driver。 〃You shouldn't let this old one do all the heavy work。 Show some respect。〃
〃You are kind； rade Captain。〃 The colonel smiled crookedly and pulled a half…liter bottle of vodka from his pocket。 〃Drink？〃
The captain's solicitous attitude ended abruptly。 A worker drinking on duty…in the Kremlin！ 〃Move along！〃
〃Good day； rade。〃 The driver got into the truck and drove off。 They had to pass through the same security checkpoints； but their papers were still in order。
After leaving the Kremlin； the truck turned north on Marksa Prospekt and followed it all the way to the KGB headquarters building at 2 Dzerzhinskiy Square。
CROFFON； MARYLAND
〃Where are the kids？〃
〃Asleep。〃 Martha Toland hugged her husband。 She was wearing something filmy and attractive。 〃I had them out swimming all day； and they just couldn't stay awake。〃 An impish smile。 He remembered the first such smile； on Sunset Beach； Oahu； she with a surfboard and a skimpy swimsuit。 She still loved the water。 And the bikini still fit。
〃Why do I sense a plan here？〃
〃Probably because you're a nasty； suspicious spook。〃 Marty walked into the kitchen and came out with a bottle of Lancers Rosk and two chilled glasses。 〃Now why don't you take a nice hot shower and unwind a bit。 When you're finished； we can relax。〃
It sounded awfully good。 What followed was even better。
10 … Remember； Remember
CROFTON； MARYLAND
Toland woke to hear his phone ringing in the dark。 He was still dopey from the drive up from Norfolk and the wine。 It took a ring or two for him to react properly。 His first considered action was to check the display on the clock…radio…2：11。 Two in the fuckin' morning！ he thought； sure that the ringing was caused by a prank or a wrong number。 He lifted the receiver。
〃Hello；〃 he said gruffly。
〃Lieutenant mander Toland； please。〃
Uh…oh。 〃Speaking。〃
〃This is the CINCLANT intel watch officer；〃 the disembodied voice said。 〃You are ordered to return to your duty station at once。 Please acknowledge the order； mander。〃
〃Back to Norfolk right away。 Understood。〃 Wholly on instinct； Bob rotated himself in the bed to a sitting position； his bare feet on the floor。
〃Very well； mander。〃 The phone clicked off。
〃What is it； honey？〃 Marty asked。
〃They need me back at Norfolk。〃
〃When？〃
〃Now。〃 That woke her up。 Martha Toland bolted upright in the bed。 The covers spilled off her chest； and the moonlight through the window gave her skin a pale； ethereal glow。
〃But you just got here！〃
〃Don't I know it。〃 Bob stood and walked awkwardly toward the bathroom。 He had to shower and drink some coffee if he had any hope of reaching Norfolk alive。 When he returned ten minutes later； lathering his face； he saw that his wife had clicked on the bedroom TV to Cable Network News。
〃Bob； you better listen to this。〃
〃This is Rich Suddler ing to you live from the Kremlin；〃 said a reporter in a blue blazer。 Behind him Toland could see the grim stone walls of the ancient citadel fortified by Ivan the Terrible…now being patrolled by armed soldiers in bat dress。 Toland stopped what he was doing and walked toward the TV。 Something very strange was going on。 A full pany of armed troops in the Kremlin could mean many things； all of them bad。 〃There has been an explosion in the Council of Ministers building here in Moscow。 At approximately nine…thirty this morning； Moscow Time； while I was taping a report not half a mile away； we were surprised to hear a sharp sound ing from the new glass…and…steel structure； and…〃
〃Rich； this is Dionna McGee at the anchor desk。〃 The image of Suddler and the Kremlin retreated to a er of the screen as the director inserted the attractive black anchorperson who ran the night desk for CNN。 〃I presume that you had some Soviet security personnel with you at the time。 How did they react？〃
〃Well； Dionna； we can show you that if you can hold a minute for my technicians to set up that tape； I…〃 He pressed the earphone tight into his ear。 〃Okay； ing up now； Dionna…〃
The tape cut off the live picture； filling the entire screen。 It was on a pause setting； with Suddler frozen in the middle of a gesture to something or other； probably the part of the wall where they buried important munists； Toland thought。 The tape began to roll。
Simultaneously； Suddler flinched and spun around as a thundering report echoed across the expanse of the square。 By professional instinct the cameraman turned at once to the source of the sound； and after a moment's wobble； the lens settled in on a ball of dust and smoke expanding up and away from the strangely modem building in the Kremlin's otherwise Slavic Rococo plex。 A second later the zoom lens darted in on the scene。 Fully three floors of the building had been stripped of their glass curtain wall； and the camera followed a large conference table as it fell down off one floor slab that seemed to be dangling from a half dozen reinforcing rods。 The camera went down to street level； where there was one obvious body； and perhaps another； along with a collection of automobiles crushed by debris。
In seconds； the whole square was filled with running men in uniform and the first of many official cars。 A blurred figure that could only be a man in uniform suddenly blocked the camera lens。 The tape stopped at that point； and Rich Suddler came back into the screen with a LIVE caption in the lower left er。
〃Now； at that point the militia captain who had been escorting us…the militia is the Soviet equivalent of； oh； like a U。S。 state police force…he made us stop taping and confiscated our tape cassette。 We weren't allowed to tape the fire trucks or the several hundred armed troops who arrived and are now guarding the whole area。 But the tape was just returned to us and we are able to give you this live picture of the building； now that the fires have been put out。 In fairness I really can't say that I blame him…things were pretty wild there for a few minutes。〃
〃Were you threatened in any way； Rich？ I mean； did they act as though they thought you…〃
Suddler's head shook emphatically。
〃Not at all； Dionna。 In fact； more than anything they seemed concerned for our safety。 In addition to the militia captain； we have a squad of Red Army infantrymen with us now； and their officer was very careful to say that he was here to protect us； not to threaten us。 We were not allowed to approach the site of the incident； and of course we were not allowed to leave the area…but we wouldn't have； anyway。 The tape was just returned to us a few minutes ago； and we were informed that we'd be allowed to make this live broadcast。〃 The camera shifted to the building。 〃As you can see； there are roughly five hundred fire； police； and military personnel still here； sorting through the wreckage and looking for additional bodies； and just to our right is a Soviet TV news crew； doing the same thing we are。〃 Toland examined the television picture closely。 The one body he could see looked awfully small。 He wrote it off to distance and perspective。
〃Dionna； what we seem to have here is the first major terrorist incident in the history of the Soviet Union…〃
〃Since the bastards set themselves up；〃 Toland snorted。
〃We know for certain…at least we've been told…that a bomb was detonated in the Council of Ministers building。 They're certain it was a bomb； not some kind of accident。 And we know for sure that three； possibly more people were killed； and perhaps as many as forty or fifty wounded。
〃Now the really interesting thing about this is that the Politburo had been scheduled to hold a meeting here at about that time。〃
〃Holy shit！〃 Toland set the aerosol can on the night table； one hand still covered in shaving cream。
〃Can you tell us if any of them were among the dead or wounded？〃 Dionna asked at once。
〃No； Dionna。 You see； we're more than a quarter of a mile away； and the senior Kremlin officials arrive by car…when they do； that is； they e in from the other side of the fortress； through another gate。 So； we never even knew that they were here； but the militia captain with our team did； and he kind of blurted it out。 His exact words were； 'My God； the Politburo's in there！〃'
〃Rich； can you tell us what the reaction in Moscow has been like？〃
〃It's still pretty hard for us to gauge； Dionna； since we've been right here covering the story as it unfolds。 The Kremlin Guards' reaction is just what you might imagine…just like American Secret Service people would react； I supposed mixture of horror and rage； but I want to make it clear that that rage is not being directed against anyone； certainly not against Americans。 I told the militia officer who's been with us that I was in the U。S。 Capitol building when the Weathermen's bomb was set off； back in 1970； and he replied rather disgustedly that munism was indeed catching up with capitalism； that the Soviet Union was growing a bumper crop of hooligans。 It's a measure of how seriously they're taking this that a Soviet police officer would ment so openly on a subject that they're not all that willing to discuss normally。 So； if I had to pick one word to describe the reaction here； that word would be 'shock。'
〃So； to summarize what we know to this point； there has been a bombing incident within the Kremlin walls； possibly an attempt to eliminate the Soviet Politburo； though I must emphasize we are not certain of that。 We have had it confirmed by police at the scene that at least three people are dead； with forty or so other wounded； those wounded being evacuated to nearby hospitals。 We will be reporting throughout the day as more information bees available。 This is Rich Suddler； CNN； ing to you live from the Kremlin。〃 The scene shifted back to the anchor desk。
〃And there you have it； another exclusive report from Cable Network News。〃 Dionna the anchorperson smiled； and the screen faded again； this time to a mercial for Lite Beer from Miller。 Marty stood up and put on a robe。
〃I'll get the coffee going。〃
〃Holy shit；〃 Toland said again。 He took longer than usual to shave； nicking himself twice as he kept looking in the mirror at his own eyes rather than his jawline。 He dressed quickly； then looked in on his sleeping children。 He decided against waking them。
Forty minutes later； he was in his car heading south； down U。S。 301； with his windows