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From L. A. Guy
Chp. 6
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Viktor Alexievich
All day long there has been nothing but chaos. It isn't' easy commanding the Union's finest shock troops at any time, but lately everything seems to be disintegrating around me. I have one hundred and twenty of the best trained and motivated soldiers in the world but I cannot keep them in isolation. If I'm hearing rumors, then certainly they are, too.
There are reports in a number of the western press outlets that several units, and even some bases haven't been getting their rations. Some units haven't even been paid in months. Fortunately, no politician would be so foolish as to allow that to happen to any Spetznaz unit. That would be to waken a sleeping dragon that would be perfectly capable of layng waste everything it encounters. We used to joke that the only way to stop a the Spetznaz would be with a nuclear bomb - anything less we'd just roll right over! A part of our training program used to include putting three man teams ashore on American occupied islands in the Aleutians and leaving them there for ten days. Not one Spetznaz soldier was ever discovered or captured. Many teams, as they were leaving, as a sign of their contempt for the American soldiers on the Aleutians would leave stacks of their empty ration containers arranged into elaborate configurations atop piles of rocks. Then we'd make up jokes about what the Americans must have thought when they found them.
Now, today, some damn fools have decided to capture the president at his vacation dacha. I've ordered my men into battle readiness but I'm not even sure who, or if, we'll be fighting.
My soldiers are Spetznaz, they will fight and win. They will leave the battle field littered with the dead of their enemies. But, no soldier can keep his keen edge sitting around a barracks. For sure, no soldier can keep his edge sitting at "battle ready" for hours on end waiting for orders that never come while all kinds of rumors are swirling about.
I sat at my "ready" desk going over a thousand tentative battle plans against an unknown enemy and feeling sorry for myself because of the lack of direction I felt I was getting, or more likely not getting, my orderly approached and informed me I had a phone call. Not only did I have a phone call, but it was from the Chairman of the KGB. He asked if I wished to take the call? I was a bit startled. I hadn't thought I had any stupid boys in my unit. I'm going to have to do something about him later! No one ever refuses a call from the Chairman. On paper he's a few steps below the President but in reality he is far more dangerous. His support or opposition could easily determine the success of today's coup.
Of course, I'd take the call. How many lowly majors receive calls from the Chairman? When I took the phone the Chairman wasn't on it. His assistant, a general was and once he ascertained that I was on the line he ordered me to remain on the line and wait for the Chairman to pick up. When a general orders a major to wait, the major waits and I waited but not long. The Chairman came on and said, "Viktor Alexievich, has anyone given you orders to move out of your barracks today?" I told him, "No, Tovarich Chairman." "Then the fact that your unit is in full combat gear and at "battle ready" condition is because of your initiative alone in the absence of orders to the contrary?" he asked. Suddenly, I began to feel a cold draft on the back of my neck. However, I responded with more confidence in my voice than I was feeling, "Yes, Comrade Chairman." "Excellent Viktor Alexievich. Excellent. I can tell you, however, that your unit will not be called upon today, but I want to see you in my office as soon as you can get here. Let's see, it is now eleven hundred hours. You'll have to see to your men and then enter and cross the whole of Moscow. I'll expect you here at my office in the Lubyanka by fifteen hundred hours." "Sir," I asked, "am I to leave my unit in our barracks?" "Exactly" he answered and then the connection was broken. He'd hung up.
Well, if I'd wanted something more to worry about, I certainly had it. I was to stand my unit down and then, alone was to traverse the whole of our capital during a coup, and present myself at the entrance to the Lubyanka, just possibly the single most feared building in the Union, if not in the world. Worse still, he knew that my unit was at "battle ready" alert. He could have pretended that he didn't know about our alert station and just instructed me to report to the Lubyanka. No, he very deliberately let me know that he has eyes and ears here. If I were tempted to do anything other than exactly what he'd ordered that I do, he'd know about it.
At least that simplifies life. I really only had two choices, obey or lock myself in my office with my service pistol and ventilate my skull. The second option was no option, that left only - obey. So, obey, I would and I would do my best to make everyone believe I was doing it reflexively and happily without a care or concern.
Andre Vasilievich
"Hurry up Miki, finish giving that boy his high protein snack, let's get cracking. We've a lot to do" I told him. I waited until I could see that Miki was finished, even gave him thirty seconds for the "after glow", then slammed my open hand down on to the top of the desk. That was followed almost immediately by a loud thump from under the desk. At the same instant Miki yelped and shouted into the footwell, "Watch you dam teeth, slave, or I'll have every single one of them out of your head." Then he fixed me with a gimlet eye and said, "The Colonel General should know that he could loose his new Colonel to terrible and unexplainable wounds that way." Then he burst out laughing as he stuffe himself back into his pants and buttoned them closed.
The slave hurriedly scrambled out from under the foot well and ran over to his clothes. When he got to them, he turned and looked at me questioningly. "Put everything on we're leaving the building" I told him. In no time he was ready and we three exited the office. As we passed through the outer office I instructed the head of our guard detail to tell off one guard to accompany us. Then I instructed him that a major of the Spetznaz was expected and to allow him to sit in the outer office and wait for me if he arrived while we were out.
The trip to the uniform depot and back was uneventful. I noticed some older tanks and APCs drawn up before the White House. This coup was proving to be a real pain in the ass.
Miki was able to get several uniforms directly out of stock. There are a lot of colonels in the Union's various branches after all. My uniforms would be delivered tomorrow. I loved seeing the reaction of the clerks and tailor when I told them to deliver my uniforms to the main entrance of the Lubyanka. I never get tired of seeing that little snap of fear as the name of the building registers in their minds. It does wonders to insure promptness of delivery and the careful adherence to instructions and orders.
As we were about to leave an unbelievably cute little redheaded private came out from the back someplace with an armload of what looked like uniform shirts for senior officers. Miki and I saw him at the same time and looked at each other. I leaned toward Miki's ear and very quietly said, "Tell the sergeant in charge to send him with my uniforms tomorrow." He grinned at me and snapping to attention said, "Da, da Colonel General." Then he summoned the sergeant to him as I left with the slave loaded down with boxes trotting after me.
Our guard had remained with the car so it was just where we'd left it. He helped the slave load the boxes into the car. By the time they were done Miki had rejoined us. He was already wearing one of his new uniforms and I must say he looked good in it. He opened the back door for me and as I passed him on my way into the car, he said, "All the items ordered will be delivered at ten tomorrow morning, General." I nodded my head and we smirked at each other. This was going to be one hell of an assignment. It had perks like the emperors of antiquity had enjoyed!
During our return trip I told Miki that the Chairman was sending us a major of the Spetznaz. The Chairman believed that the major would fit perfectly into our little group and enjoy its fringe benefits as much as we. Miki looked at me a moment and we both burst into laughter again. He slapped his leg and said, "These are good times to be alive my General, good times to be alive." I looked up into the rear view mirror and could see Pavel's face in it. He was close to tears but still able to drive.
The guard who sat beside him with his back to Miki and me was ramrod straight. His Kalashnikov was held vertically before him, his eyes constantly sweeping the activity ahead of us.
We pulled into the Lubyanka and I leaned forward towards the guard and said to him, "The colonel and I will leave you here. It is your responsibility to make certain that everything gets to the office" and I inclined my head towards Pavel. Understanding registered in his eyes, he inclined his head and replied, "Da, da General." "You may commandeer a soldier or two to assist with the boxes. I don't want you carrying boxes" I told him. He looked at Pavel, his mouth grew straight and again he said, "Da da General."
By this point Pavel had brought the car to a stop. Miki opened the door, exited the car and held the door for me. Together we entered the building and headed off for our offices. The first one we got to had been the one confiscated from the Party's representative. It was now a welter of boxes. The Chairman's largess had begun to arrive. The four clerks looked harried. It was past two in the afternoon and I asked them "Have you had your lunch, yet?" The sergeant jumped up, saluted and said, "No Sir, we have not." Out loud so they could all hear I said, "All right, I'll see to it tha something is brought from the kitchens. It may only be bean soup and bread, but it will at least be something." Then I summoned the sergeant outside the room and asked his name, "Dimitri Ivanovich, General."
"Dimiti Ivanovich, do you know what the French General Napoleon said of armies?" "No, General I do not" he answered. "Dimitri Ivanovich, Napoleon, said, 'An army marches on its stomach'. Your men are your responsibility don't fail them and me like this again. Oh, and arrange for cots to be set up in the outer office so you can all sleep here tonight." With that I left a worried sergeant behind me and headed off to my office. The guards snapped to as I passed them and I acknowledged them with a bow of my head. Tomorrow I'll be able to do it with a salute once I'm in uniform.
I called the head of the detachment of the guards to me and we stepped out into the hallway. "Sergeant, have you arranged for replacements so your men can stand down?" I asked him. "Yes, General" he answered. "Good. Now, I noticed that the major of the Spetznaz has not arrived. I have some special instructions for you regarding him. If he leaves my office alone, your detail is to immediately surround him, subdue him if needs be and take him to the basement. There you are to turn him over to the guards on duty and he is to be treated as any other state prisoner. If, on the other hand, I come out with him he is to be given an escort of one to his car and allowed to leave. The Colonel may leave and has my full authority to issue orders which are to be taken as my own. The assistant is not, under any circumstances to leave without my explicit permission. Do you understand, Sergeant?" I watched his face as I gave his instructions. He was good, he betrayed nothing except understanding and compliance. "Yes, General, I understand. If our replacements arrive before the major leaves, may I knock and introduce the commander of your guard at that time?" he asked me. "A very good idea, Sergeant. That way he'll know who and what I am and not think I'm just some civilian running amok in the Lubyanka!" I laughed as I answered him. The sergeant allowed himself a laugh too and we went back, him to his post and me into the office. I motioned for Pavel to join me, he'd arrived with the packages which were already inside the office. Once inside the office he headed for the corner to strip. That boy learned quickly and well. "Not now slave. Come here and listen to me. Soon there will be a major of the Spetznaz arrive. I want you to be at the reception desk. You are to invite him to have a seat and then call in here and announce him. When we're ready, I'll call you and tell you to admit him. You'll then return to your reception desk. At some point, I'll call you and instruct you to enter. You will have one of the guards take your place at the reception desk, instruct him that no one is to enter without my explicit permission, and enter the inner office. Once inside, you'll go to your corner and resume your office uniform then come stand at attention beside my chair, facing me. Do you understand, slave?" I asked. "Yes, General."
Viktor Alexievich
I had the men of my unit stand down from "battle ready." but, any good commander will ell you that idleness is the greatest enemy of good discipline. In their best interests I had to keep them busy so I had them mustered in their barracks where I then threw a major temper tantrum because, as I told them, their barracks was a pig sty. Of course it wasn't, they're Spetznaz after all! After venting my spleen and shaking the walls with my threats I left them to clean their barracks inside and out.
As I drove away in my staff car, I smiled to myself thinking that whoever the Chairman's spy was, he was on his knees scrubbing the floor now. I pulled into the car entrance of the Lubyanka, and announced myself. A sergeant saluted then asked me to allow him to park the car. It's strange but, even simple courtesies seem to take on sinister overtones within the Lubyanka. I gave him the keys, he saluted again and then instructed a private to escort me to the Chairman's office.
I arrived at the outer office of the Chairman's suite with ten minutes to spare, and was shown to a seat. Waiting is a normal part of a soldier's life so I settled in and prepared myself for a long wait. The Chairman surprised me and at two minutes past three the receptionist (who looked less like a receptionist and a great deal more like a highly trained personal security agent - which is what I'm sure he really was) approached me and instructed me to follow him as the Chairman would see me now.
I was ushered into a small room outfitted with a low table and two club chairs. The receptionist told me the Chairman would be there soon and I was to await him. Before the receptionist could leave the room the Chairman entered from a door behind the chairs. He stood behind a chair and pointed at the other and invited me to be seated.
"Viktor Alexievich from time to time in my career I have identified individuals in various fields whose combination of character, proclivities, traits and style have made them seem worth keeping an eye on. I can honestly tell you that I don't believe there is any important information about you that I don't have. Even the things you think, or rather hope, tha no one knows about you are known to me.
With all that is going on today, I haven't the time to waste being subtle. I know, as you do, that the Union and therefore the Party are disintegrating. There will be a period of anarchy even chaos and then we will restore mir. Order will be brought out of the maelstrom. But in the new world, where we will all be living there will be a shaking out time. A determined group of men with experience and expertise can carve out some very comfortable niches and assure themselves of a good ride in that new world.
In a very few moments you will be conducted to meet a man with the imagination and vision to create just such a niche, not only for himself, but for those who associate with him.
Listen carefully to me - your future depends on the choices you will make in the next hour. I reiterate - there is nothing about you that I don't know. It is because of what I know about you that I have summoned you here while one world is staggering to an end and a new one is being born, to give you a chance to ride the future as a member of that group of determined, yes even ruthless, men I spoke of.
Now, I wish you good luck, my receptionist will escort you to your next interview."
With that said, he spun on his heel and without a backward glance left the room. The receptionist took me out of the room and down a hallway to another anteroom. But, this room was furnished differently. Oh, it had the standard desk and chairs and filing cabinets. It also had the non-standard compliment of four armed guards who were not there to be subtle. The Chairman obviously wanted there to be no misunderstanding - the person to whom he'd assigned this office had his complete approval and full protection.
I am a warrior. I like to think that I am strong and brave but my stomach was full of butterflies. I had no idea what this was all about and hated being in the position of being forced to depend on others for direction and clarity.
I felt like a runner's baton. The Chairman's man handed me off to the receptionist in the anteroom. Again, I was offered a seat and asked to wait. This receptionist was a melancholy looking but absolutely beautiful youth. His was the pure blonde hair and sky blue eyes of Mother Russia. In another place and time. . . ah, well.
All of a sudden it hit me like a blinding flash of white light. Now, I understood why the Chairman had let me know how well informed he was about the workings of my command inside our barracks. That served to confirm what he'd just told me. He'd proven to me that there was nothing about me that he didn't know.
I could feel the sweat run down my back. He knew. He knew! The prisoners I'd interrogated, used and then eliminated in Afghanistan and Chechnya and elsewhere hadn't, as I'd thought, carried my secret away with them. Somehow, he'd found out but if that were true, why was I still not only walking around free, but in command of a two hundred man unit of the Spetznaz?
What I need to do now is calm myself and sit quietly as if I hand't a care in the world. The private's phone rang, he picked it up listened and responded, "Yes, General" and hung up. Now he's risen from his desk and is motioning for me to enter through the door he's just opened.
There's a huge desk piled with paperwork including what looks like a local map of some kind. Behind it a man in a civilian suit is seated. Standing next to him is a colonel of the KGB. No doubt it, I'm in deep waters here.
My military training took over and I came to attention, "Major Miktor Alexievich reporting as ordered by the Chairman, Sir" I announced, then I saluted. The colonel did not respond, the seated man inclined his head then he indicated a straight backed chair. I sat in it as instructed.
The colonel then came 'round to the front of the desk and leaned his butt on its edge. He said, "I am Colonel Mikhiel Petrov," then turning towards the seated man, "This is the Colonel General Andre Vasilievich." The General regarde me for a moment or two as if he were weighing me before making a decision. He then leaned back in his chair and putting the tips of his fingers together said, "Major, as I know the Chairman has told you, he has and I now, therefore, have access to stunningly complete dossiers on many many, you among them. This si emphatically not a judicial hearing. If anyone official were going to object or prosecute you for your actions or life the time for that would have been then and not now. I am going to ask you some questions. I will want and expect your fullest and most complete answers. I know the Chairman will have indicated this, but I wish to reiterate, your entire future depends on the next several minutes. Finally during your recitation, I may pick up the phone or do other things. I am fully capable of doing more than one thing at a time. When that happens, do not let it stop nor bother you. Continue with your report regardless. Do you understand?"
What else could I say but, "Yes, General."
"Very good, Major," he said. Then reading from a dossier he'd picked up he began, "In 1980 you were a brand new lieutenant in Afghanistan. There was an incident where the rebels attempted to trap and wipe out your patrol. Your men were able to read the terrain and suspected the trap and ended up surprising the rebels. One of your men was killed. All of the rebels were died, some apparently after the firefight. One, maybe even perhaps two of them by their own hand? Tell me about this, all about this."
This was it. The point of no return, I'd made my decision and
End of Chp. 6