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Polevoi looked squarely at Kornilov； 〃Selenos 4 was a manned probe？〃
〃As were Selenos 5 and 6。 Each craft carried three men。〃
He turned to Antonov； who was calmly puffing on a Havana cigar。 〃You knew about this？〃
Antonov nodded。 〃Yes； I was briefed。 But you must remember； Vladimir； not all matters concerning space fall under state security。〃
〃None of you wasted any time running to me when your precious moon probe fell and vanished in the West Indies；〃 Polevoi said angrily。
〃An unforeseen circumstance；〃 Yasenin patiently explained。 〃After its return from the moon； control could not be established for Selenos 4's earth reentry。 The engineers at our space mand wrote it off as a dead lunar probe。 After orbiting for nearly a year and a half； another attempt was made to establish mand。 This time the guidance systems responded； but the reentry maneuver was only partially successful。 Selenos 4 fell ten thousand miles short of its touchdown area。 It was imperative we keep the deaths of our cosmonaut heroes secret。 Naturally the services of the KGB were required。〃
〃How many lost cosmonauts does that make？〃 asked Polevoi。
〃Sacrifices must be made to ensure Soviet destiny；〃 Antonov murmured philosophically。
〃And to cover up blunders in our space program；〃 Polevoi said bitterly。
〃Let's not argue；〃 cautioned Antonov。 〃Selenos 4 made a great contribution before it impacted in the Caribbean Sea。〃
〃Where it has yet to be found；〃 Polevoi added。
〃True；〃 said Yasenin。 〃But we retrieved the lunar surface data。 That was the main purpose of the mission。〃
〃Don't you think American space surveillance systems tracked its descent and pinpointed the landing position？ If they had set their minds on salvaging Selenos 4； they'd already have it sitting hidden away inside a secure facility〃
〃Of course they tracked the descent trajectory；〃 said Yasenin。 〃But their intelligence analysts had no reason to believe Selenos 4 was anything but a scientific deep…space probe that was programmed to land in Cuban waters。〃
〃There is a crack in your carefully laid plot；〃 Polevoi argued。 〃The United States rescue forces made an exhaustive air and sea search for the missing capitalist Raymond LeBaron in the same general area only a few days after Selenos 4 dropped from orbit。 I have strong suspicions their search was a decoy to find and retrieve our spacecraft。〃
〃I read your report and analysis of the LeBaron disappearance；〃 said Kornilov。 〃I disagree with your conclusion。 Nowhere did I see that they conducted an underwater search。 The rescue mission was soon called off。 LeBaron and his crew are still listed as missing in the American press and presumed dead。 That event was merely a coincidence； nothing more。〃
〃Then we all agree that Selenos 4 and her cosmonauts lie somewhere on the bottom of the sea。〃 Antonov paused to blow a smoke ring。 〃The questions we still face are； do we concede the probability the Americans may have a base on the moon； and if so； what do we do about it？〃
〃I believe it exists；〃 Yasenin said with conviction。
〃We cannot ignore the possibility；〃 Polevoi granted。
Antonov stared narrowly at Kornilov。 〃And you； Sergei？〃
〃Selenos 8； our first manned lunar landing mission； is scheduled for launch in seven days；〃 he answered slowly。 〃We cannot scrap the mission as we did when the Americans upstaged us with their Apollo program。 Because our leaders saw no glory in being the second nation to set men on the moon we tucked our tail between our legs and quit。 It was a great mistake to place political ideology above scientific achievement。 Now we have a proven heavy…lift launch vehicle capable of placing an entire space station with a crew of eight men on lunar soil。 The benefits in terms of propaganda and military rewards are immeasurable。 If our ultimate goal is to obtain permanent preeminence in space and beat the Americans to Mars； we must follow through。 I vote we program the guidance systems of Selenos 8 to land the crew within walking distance of where the astronauts stood in the crater and eliminate them。〃
〃I am in plete agreement with Kornilov；〃 said Yasenin。 〃The facts speak for themselves。 The Americans are actively engaged in imperialistic aggression in space。 The photographs we've studied prove they've already destroyed one of our spacecraft and murdered the crew。 And I believe the cosmonauts in Selenos 5 and 6 met the same fate。 They have taken their colonialistic designs to the moon and claimed it for their own。 The evidence is unequivocal。 Our cosmonauts will be attacked and murdered when they attempt to plant the red star on lunar soil。〃
There was a prolonged hush。 No one spoke his thoughts。
Polevoi was the first to break the pensive silence。 〃So you and Kornilov propose we attack them first。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Yasenin； warming to the subject。 〃Think of the windfall。 By capturing the American moon base and its scientific technology intact； we'd be advancing our own space program by ten years。〃
〃The White House would surely mount a propaganda campaign and condemn us before the world as they did with the KAL Flight 007 incident；〃 protested Polevoi。
〃They will remain quiet；〃 Yasenin assured him。 〃How can they announce the seizure of something that isn't known to exist？〃
〃The general has a point；〃 said Antonov。
〃You realize we could be guilty of launching a war in space；〃 cautioned Polevoi。
〃The United States struck first。 It is our sacred duty to retaliate。〃 Yasenin turned to Antonov。 〃The decision must be yours。〃
The President of the Soviet Union again turned his gaze to the fire。 Then he laid the Havana in an ashtray and looked down in wonder at his trembling hands。 His face； ordinarily ruddy； was gray。 The omen was plain。 The demons outnumbered the forces of good。 Once the course was set in motion； it would hurtle forward outside his control。 Yet he could not allow the country to be slapped in the face by the imperialists。 At last he turned back to the other men in the room and wearily nodded。
〃For Mother Russia and the party；〃 he said solemnly。 〃Arm the cosmonauts and order them to strike the Americans。〃
Eight introductions and three tiresome conversations after his introduction to Dr。 Mooney； Hagen was seated in a small office feverishly pounding an adding machine。 Scientists dote on puters and engineers fondle digital calculators； but accountants are a Victorian lot。 They still prefer traditional adding machines with thumb size buttons and paper tapes that spit out printed totals。
The controller was a CPA； a graduate of the University of Texas School of Business； and an ex…Navy man。 And he had the engraved degrees and photographs of the ships he'd served on displayed on the oak…paneled wall of his office to prove it。 Hagen had detected an uneasiness in the man's eyes； but no more than he'd expect from any corporate finance director who had a government auditor snooping around his private territory。
There had been no suspicious look； no hesitation； when he asked to spot…check the telephone records for the last three years。 Though his accounting experience with the justice Department was limited to photographing ledgers in the dead of night； he knew enough of the jargon to talk a good line。 Anyone who happened to glance in his office and saw him scribbling notes and intently examining the tape on the adding machine would have thought he was an old pro。
The numbers on the tape were exactly that； numbers。 But the note scribbling consisted of a methodical diagram of the placement and view angles of the security TV cameras between his office and Mooney's。 He also wrote out two names and added several notations beside each one。 The first was Raymond LeBaron and the second was Leonard Hudson。 But now he had a third； Gunnar Eriksen。
He was certain that Eriksen had faked his death along with Hudson and dropped from the living to work on the Jersey Colony project。 He also knew Hudson and Eriksen would never pletely cut their ties with Pattenden Laboratory。 The facility and its high…powered crop of young scientists were too great an asset to ignore。 There had to be an underground channel to the 〃inner core。〃
The telephone records for a facility with three thousand employees filled several cardboard cartons。 Control had been tight。 Everyone who used a phone for any purpose； business or personal； had to keep a diary of the calls。 Hagen wasn't about to attempt an examination of each one。 That chore would take weeks。 He was concerned only with the entries in Mooney's monthly diaries； especially those involving long distance。
Hagen was not psychic； nor was he as exact as some men he knew who had a talent for detecting an irregularity； but he had an eye and a gut instinct for the hidden that seldom failed him。
He copied down six numbers that Mooney had phoned more than once in the past ninety days。 Two were itemized as personal calls； four as pany calls。 Long shots all。 Still； it was the only way he might trace a lead to another member of the 〃inner core。〃
Playing by the rules； he picked up the phone and punched the Pattenden La