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AACHEN； FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF GERMANY
The Spetznaz team left the safe house in two small vans and drove south on the road to Lammersdorf。 With their leader killed in a traffic accident； the second in mand； a captain； had been delivered copies of the papers his boss had died to get； and fully briefed his men。 They were quiet and tense。 The officer had taken pains to explain to his men that their escape had been carefully planned； that once clear of the target they'd get to another safe house and wait for their Red Army rades to arrive in five days。 They were the cream of the Red Army； he'd told them； thoroughly trained to carry out dangerous missions behind enemy lines； hence valuable to the State。 Every man had bat experience fighting in the mountains of Afghanistan； he reminded them。 They were trained。 They were ready。
The men accepted this speech as elite troopers usually did； in total silence。 Chosen most of all for their intelligence； each of them knew that the speech was merely that。 The mission depended largely on luck； and their luck had already gone bad。 Every one of them wished that Major Chernyavin were there； and wondered if somehow the mission might have been blown。 One by one； they set these thoughts aside。 Soon every man was reviewing his part in the mission to destroy Lammersdorf。
The drivers were KGB agents well experienced at working in foreign lands； and wondering exactly the same thing。 Both vehicles stayed together； driving conservatively； wary of vehicles that followed them。 Each had a scanner radio tuned to the local police frequencies； and another for municating with each other。 The KGB officers had discussed the mission an hour before。 Moscow Center had told them that NATO was not yet fully alerted。 The lead driver； whose regular cover job was driving a taxi； wondered if a 〃full〃 NATO alert meant a parade through Red Square。
〃Turning right now。 Car three； close in。 Car one； turn left at the next intersection and get ahead of them。〃 Colonel Weber spoke over a tactical radio of the sort used by FIST…fire…support team…units。 The ambush had been ready for several days now； and as soon as their targets had emerged from their safe house； the word had been flashed all over the Federal Republic。 NATO establishments already on alert were brought to full battle…readiness。 This could only be the opening move in a shooting war 。 。 。 unless； Weber admitted to himself； they were simply moving from one secure place to wait further in another one。 He didn't know which way things would turn； though surely it had to begin soon。 Didn't it？
The two trucks were now in a rural part of Western Germany； driving southeast through the German…Belgian Nature Park； a scenic route often traveled by tourists and sightseers。 They had chosen this side road to avoid the military traffic on the major highways； but as they passed through Mulartshutte； the lead driver frowned as he saw a military convoy of tanks on low…hauler trailers。 Strangely； the tanks were loaded backwards； with their massive guns facing aft。 British tanks； he saw； new Challengers。 Well； he hadn't expected to see any German Leopard tanks on the Belgian border。 There had never been any possibility of preventing a German mobilization； and he tried to convince himself that the rest of the NATO countries had not moved as quickly as they could have。 Ah； if this mission were successful； then NATO's munications would be seriously damaged； and maybe the armored spearheads would indeed e to rescue them。 The convoy slowed。 The driver considered pulling around them； but his orders were to be inconspicuous。
〃Everyone ready？〃 Weber asked from his chase car。
〃Ready。〃 Bloody plex op； this； Colonel Armstrong thought。 Tankers； SAS； and the Germans all working together。 But worth it to bag a bunch of Spetznaz… The convoy slowed and stopped at a picnicking area。 Weber halted his car a hundred meters away。 It was now in the hands of the English ambush team。
Flares erupted around the two small vans。
The KGB driver cringed at being in the center of so much light。 Then he looked forward to see the barrel of the tank just fifty meters ahead of him rise from its travel…rest and center on his windshield。
〃Attention；〃 a voice called in Russian over a megaphone。 〃Spetznaz soldiers； attention。 You are surrounded by a pany of mechanized troops。 e out of your vehicles singly and unarmed。 If you open fire； you will be killed within seconds。〃 A second voice began speaking。
〃e out； rades； this is Major Chernyavin。 There is no chance。〃
The mandos exchanged looks of horror。 In the lead vehicle the captain started to pull the pin on a grenade。 A sergeant leaped on him and wrapped his hand around the captain's。
〃We cannot be taken alive！ Those are our orders！〃 the captain shouted。
〃The devil's mother we can't！〃 the sergeant screamed。 〃One at a time； rades…out with hands high。 And be careful！〃
A private emerged from the back door of the van； one slow foot at a time。
〃e to the sound of my voice； Ivanov；〃 Chernyavin said from a wheelchair。 The major had told much to earn the chance to save his detachment。 He had worked with these men for two years； and he could not let them be slaughtered to no purpose。 It was one thing to be loyal to the State； another to be loyal to the men he'd led in bat operations。 〃You will not be hurt。 If you have any weapons； drop them now。 I know about the knife you carry； Private Ivanov 。 。 。 Very good。 Next man。〃
It went quickly。 A joint team of Special Air Service and GSG…9 mandos collected their Soviet counterparts； handcuffed them； and led them off to be blindfolded。 Soon only two were left。 The grenade made it tricky。 By this time the captain had seen the futility of his action； but it proved impossible to locate the pin for the grenade。 The sergeant shouted a warning to Chernyavin； who wanted to e forward himself； but couldn't。 The captain came out last。 He wanted to throw the grenade at the officer who； he thought； had betrayed his country； only to see a man whose legs were swathed in plaster。
Chernyavin could see the look on the man's face。
〃Andrey Ilych； would you prefer that your life should end for nothing？〃 the major asked。 〃The bastards drugged me and learned enough to kill you all。 I could not let them do this。〃
〃I have a live grenade！〃 the captain said loudly。 〃I will throw it into the truck。〃 This he did before anyone could shout to stop him。 A moment later the truck exploded； destroying the group's maps and plans for escape。 For the first time in a week； Chernyavin's face broke into a wide grin。 〃Well done； Andrushka！〃
Two other Spetznaz groups were less lucky； and were intercepted within sight of their targets by German units privy to Chernyavin's capture。 But twenty additional groups were in the Federal Republic； and not every NATO site had gotten the word in time。 A score of vicious firefights erupted on both sides of the Rhein。 A war to involve millions began with squad… and platoon…sized units fighting desperate actions in the dark。
17 … The Frisbees of Dreamland
GERMANY； FORWARD EDGE OF THE BATTLE AREA
The view would have been frightening to most men。 There were solid clouds overhead at four thousand feet。 He flew through showers that he more heard than saw on this black night； and the dark outlines of trees appeared to reach up and snatch at his speeding fighter。 Only a madman would be so low on such a night…so much the better； he smiled inside his oxygen mask。
Colonel Douglas Ellington's fingertips caressed the control stick of his F…19A Ghostrider attack fighter； while his other hand rested on the side…by…side throttle controls on the left…side cockpit wall。 The head…up display projected on the windshield in front of him reported 625 knots Indicated Air Speed； a hundred six feet of altitude； a heading of 013； and around the numbers was a monocolor holographic image of the terrain before him。 The image came from a forward…looking infrared camera in the fighter's nose； augmented by an invisible laser that interrogated the ground eight times per second。 For peripheral vision； his oversized helmet was fitted with low…light goggles。
〃Raisin' hell over our heads；〃 his back…seater reported。 Major Don Eisly monitored the radio and radar signals； as well as their own instruments： 〃All systems continue nominal； range to target now ninety miles。〃
〃Right；〃 the Duke responded。 It had been an automatic nickname for Ellington； who even looked vaguely like the jazz musician。
Ellington relished the mission。 They were skimming north at perilously low level over the angular terrain of East Germany； and their Frisbee； never more than two hundred feet off the ground； jerked up and down to the pilot's constant course adjustments。
Lockheed called her the Ghostrider。 The pilots called her the Frisbee； the F…19A； the secretly developed Stealth attack fighter。 She had no corners； no box shapes to allow radar signals to bounce cleanly off her。 Her high…bypass turbofans were designed to emit a blurry infrared signature at most。 From above； her wings appeared to mimic the shape of a cathedral bell。 From in front； they curved oddly toward the ground； earning her the affectionate nickname of Frisbee。 Though she was a masterpiece of electronic technology inside； she