Cossack lunatic fringe.'
'But we can't let that ship carry out its mission,' the president said.
The receptionist knocked softly at the door, then opened it. A young woman rushed in with a folder in her hand. 'Sorry for the delay,' she said breathlessly. 'We ran into complications.'
'That's quite all right,' Sandecker said, 'but how complicated could it be to find one ship?'
'That was easy,' she said, handing over the folders. 'We picked up the target so quickly we decided to look at the rest of the East Coast down to Florida.'
'You found another ship, then?'
'Actually, sir, we found three of them in position off the East Coast. Another three appear to be on their way, and there seems to be some activity off the Pacific coast as well.'
'Thank you,' Sandecker said, dismissing the courier. When she was gone, the president exploded. 'Three ships? And more on the way? Damn! How will we know which city is the target?' The shadow of a cloud passed over the president's face. 'What if there is more than one target?'
Sandecker turned to Yaeger. 'Hiram?'
'Kurt and Paul did all the hard work,' Yaeger said. 'They gave me access to the encrypted files aboard the Ataman ship, but Razov was using a steganographic system. The communications were hidden within digital photographs – it's become a standard tool of terrorists because the images can be tough to decipher. In this case, it was a photograph of a Russian restaurant menu. It was part of what Razov called Operation Troika.'
'Razov told me that Troika was nothing more than a nickname for his plan to open trade centers in three U.S. cities,' Austin said. 'There was nothing secret about it.'
'The menu hid his plans for the real operation,' Yaeger continued. 'The key to deciphering the code was on Razov's yacht. Thanks to Kurt again, Max and I were able to get into the yacht's central control system. We tracked down the bi- nary code in a dark comer of the system. The actual operation is not Troika, but Wolfhound.'
Austin raised an eyebrow. 'Gorky and Sasha,' he said. Seeing the quizzical expressions around him, Austin explained: 'Those are the names of Razov's pet wolfhounds. He's pretty infatuated with the two mutts.'
The president said, 'I like dogs, too, but I'm more interested in the nuts and bolts of this operation.'
Yaeger said, 'The Wolfhound file indicated that the three , ships would be off the cities of Boston, Charleston and. Miami.'
'But… those are the cities where Ataman plans to open his trade centers,' the vice president said. He seemed stunned.
'What better cover for an operation?' Sandecker asked.
Yaeger said, 'The admiral's right on the mark. I came across orders to evacuate Ataman personnel and interests in all three cities. Unfortunately, there was no information in the yacht's computer system about whether one city or all the cities are targets.'
'My guess is Boston,' Austin said. 'There's a major international financial conference going on right now at the Boston Harbor Hotel. It's being attended by representatives from all the countries that have been trying to undermine Razov.'
'Then the other ships are decoys?'
'I won't rule out the possibility that Razov means harm to all three cities, but Boston may be his prime target.' Austin opened a manila folder he'd been holding on his lap. He pulled out two transparent sheets and put them on the presidential desk. 'This is a map of Rocky Point. The other sheet is a mylar transparency of Boston Harbor and surroundings.'
The president laid the transparency over the map and swore under his breath. 'They're almost identical.'
Austin nodded. 'I think that when Razov chose Rocky Point to try out his wave-making machine, he picked a place as close to his intended target as possible.'
The president banged his hand down on the desk and reached for his phone. 'That does it,' he said. 'I'm calling an emergency meeting of the cabinet and Joint Chiefs of Staff to discuss air-and-sea strikes, no matter what the risks. We may have to evacuate those cities. How long do we have?'
Hiram said, 'The operation is to be launched in less than twenty-four hours.'
Sandecker said, 'The panic of a mass evacuation may cause as many casualties as an attack. May I suggest a middle course, Mr. President?'
The president's hand froze in midair. 'I'm listening, but I can't forget my duties as commander in chief.'
'We're not asking you to. From what we've heard, the immediate threat is to Boston and possibly two other cities. According to Hiram's information, the command center is on the yacht. I propose that we disable the central control. As insurance, we send boarding teams aboard all three ships and deactivate the explosives. In the meantime, we can delay the arrival of the other ships, maybe under some pretense.'
The president scratched his chin in thought. 'I like it. Of course I. can't give official approval of an operation in international waters. I need deniability in case things get dicey.'
'This wouldn't be the first time that NUMA has operated out of sight and sound of official channels,' Sandecker said.
'No, it wouldn't,' the president said dryly. 'What do you think, Sid?'
'Razov's treachery can't be tolerated. My first instinct is to blow him out of the water. I'd keep the attack subs and fighter planes ready to destroy him, his yacht and ships if the plan doesn't work out.'
'Fair enough,' the president said. 'Well, Admiral, looks f like you have my 'blessing.' But no one outside this room can ever hear about it. Sid, I want you to get this thing moving immediately with special ops and the armed services.' He checked his watch and got up from his desk. 'Now if you'll excuse me, I've got a Boy Scout troop coming in from my home state for a Rose Garden ceremony.'
AS THE OVAL Office emptied, Sandecker touched Sparkman's sleeve. 'I wonder if I might have a word with you in private.' Sparkman gave him a troubled look. 'Sure, why don't we go outside and get some air? We can talk about how to keep the White House liaison with NUMA close to our vest.'
They walked out of the executive mansion to the south portico. Sandecker gazed around the manicured grounds. 'Beautiful setting, isn't it?'
'The prettiest sight in all of Washington.'
'A pity you will never get to live here.'
Sparkman laughed, but there was an edge to it. 'I have no intention of moving from the naval observatory. Couldn't t afford the heating bills for this place.'
'Don't be modest, Sid. Everyone in Washington knows that you are the heir apparent after this president's term has expired.'
'There's no guarantee I'd be elected or even nominated.' There was something in his tone.
'You're being disingenuous. It's not a sin to have political ambitions.'
'We're all politically motivated in this town, even you.'
'No argument there.' Sandecker swung around to face him. 'But my ambitions aren't funded by a Russian madman, Sid. Tell me, what did Razov promise you? And don't tell me I don't know what I'm talking about. You've been caught with your hand in the cookie jar.'
Sandecker's bluff was convincing. Sparkman looked for a moment like he was going to bluster – and then he caved in completely, his face a mask of misery.
'I was going to get a big cut of the methane hydrates production off the United States. It would have been worth billions,' he said, his voice shaky.
'Now that you've heard the real reason behind those explorations, have you changed your mind?'
'Of course I have! You heard me in the Oval Office. I'm the one who took the hard line. I wanted to go after Razov tooth and nail.'
'I'm sure it had nothing to do with the fact that if Razov were blown out of the water, your secret would be safe.'
A wan smile crossed Sparkman's lips. 'You're not a man known to dillydally, are you, Admiral? All right. What do you want?'
'First of all, I want you to know that if one word of what transpired in the Oval Office this morning gets back to Razov, I'll see that you are pursued by the hounds of hell.'
'I may be greedy, but I'm not a traitor, Admiral. There is no way I would aid and abet Razov after what I've learned of his plans.'
