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〃Interesting proposition。〃
〃I think so。〃
〃How do I know I can trust you？〃
〃Action speaks louder than words。 I've given the order to move back a half mile。〃
Petrov watched the American ship lift anchor and reposition itself farther from the salvage site。 Petrov judged that despite the American's lighthearted manner； he was determined to carry out his mission。 The alternative to a deal was an escalation of force。 Petrov was no gambler。 If the American reneged； Petrov could use the armed men on his ship and the Soviet navy was on call。 No matter what the oute； however； he would not look good for letting the confrontation get out of control。
〃Very well；〃 he said。 〃Once we are finished with our salvage； we will leave and you may move in。〃
〃Fair enough。 What's your name； by the way？ I like to know whom I'm dealing with。〃
The question caught Petrov off…guard。 In a sense； he had no name； having been given one by the Soviet government He chuckled and said； 〃You may call me Ivan。〃
His answer was greeted by a deep laugh。 〃I'll bet half the guys on your ship are named Ivan。 Okay； you can call me John Doe。〃 He wished Petrov good luck in Russian and hung up。
Petrov lost no time sending divers down to the container ship。 The torpedo blast hole allowed for relatively easy access to the hull； and two nuclear devices were extracted。 There were a few dicey moments when currents snagged the lifting line； but they worked on rotating shifts and got the job done in less than twenty…four hours。 Petrov ordered the ship to move out and signaled the Americans。 The vessels passed within a few hundred yards of each other； going in opposite directions。 Petrov stood on the deck and looked through binoculars at the American vessel。 Through the lenses； he saw a husky man with gray hair looking back at him。 At one point； the American lowered his binoculars and waved。 Petrov ignored him。
Their next encounter was not as friendly。 A mercial airliner from a third…world nation had been mysteriously shot down in the Persian Gulf。 Paranoia was the reigning national psychosis of the Cold War； and for reasons as vague as they were far…fetched； both countries suspected the other of plicity。 Again； Petrov and Austin located the plane at the same time。 Petrov's ship came close to ramming the American vessel； shearing off at the last second so Austin could see the heavily armed men on deck。 Austin called Petrov and warned the Russian to improve his driving or he'd get a traffic ticket。 Austin stubbornly refused to move out。 An international incident was avoided only when ships from the plane's home nation showed up at the site to claim the jetliner。
As the rival vessels steamed off in opposite directions； Austin radioed a good…bye message。
〃So long； Ivan。 'Til we meet again。〃
Petrov had a short fuse in his younger days； and this arrogant American was annoying him。 〃You better hope that won't happen；〃 he said with chilling directness。 〃Neither one of us will be happy with the oute。〃
Eight months later； Petrov's prediction came true。 During the Cold War； the United States pursued a daring intelligence operation。 When the secret was finally unveiled years later； one writer called it Blind Man's Bluff； a dangerous game played by a few intrepid sub manders and their crews whereby they would bring their subs within a few miles of the Soviet coast to gather intelligence。 One scheme involved planting an electronic pod to listen in on underwater munications cables。
In his drab Moscow office； Petrov lit up one of the thin Havana cigars he had made on special order and puffed out a mouthful of smoke。 His mind drifted back through the years； and in the purple cloud that swirled in front of him； he saw the morning mists rising off the dark； cold surface of the Barents Sea as his ship cut through the water at full speed。
He had been in Moscow trying to extract funds for new equipment from a strategically placed apparatchik who was plaining about tight purse strings。 One of Petrov's assistants had called and said that a strange message had been picked up from an unknown ship close to Russian shores。 The coded message was short； as if the operator were in a hurry。 The Soviet cryptographers were trying to decipher the message。 The only reason someone would risk sending a message would be if he were in trouble； Petrov thought； as the bureaucrat blathered on。 Petrov was well aware that American subs had e into the Barents Sea。 Could one of these boats be in trouble？
He broke off his meeting and caught a plane to Murmansk； where his survey ship was waiting。 The vessel had supplemented its scientific gear with depth charges； guns and a trained plement of armed marines。 By the time his ship was under way； the code had been broken。 The message consisted of one word： Stranded。 He ordered all ships and aircraft to be on the lookout for strange vessels on or under the surface。
Despite the Soviets' vigilance； however； the Talon carried out a picture…perfect rescue operation。 The American ship came in during the night with a Russian…language expert on board who gave a phony identification when the ship was picked up on radar。 The ID wasn't perfect； but it bought time。 Another American submarine； whose propeller had been made to operate noisily； drew the Russians' attention away。 The stranded submarine was in about three hundred feet of water； sitting flat on the bottom； its power out after an electrical explosion。 The hundred…man crew was rescued in a matter of hours； using a special diving bell。
Petrov had finally figured out the decoy ruse and was speeding in his ship to the rescue site。 The ship followed the munications cable until magnetometer readings showed a huge mass of ferrous material。 It could only be the U。S。 sub。 A ship was rapidly moving out of the area； and Petrov recognized the Talon。 Speaking in English； Petrov hailed the ship by its name and ordered it to stop。
A familiar voice responded over the radio。 〃Ivan； is that you？〃 said the man who called himself John Doe。 〃Nice to hear your voice again。〃
〃Prepare to be boarded or your ship will be sunk。〃
A roar of laughter burst from the radio。 〃Hell； Ivan； I thought you Russians were better chess players than that。〃
〃Frankly； I prefer stud poker。〃
〃Which is obviously where you learned how to bluff。 Nice try； rade。〃
〃This is your last warning。 Aircraft will be overhead in five minutes； and your ship will be destroyed if you don't stop。〃
〃Too little and too late。 We'll be in international waters in three minutes。 Our State and Defense Departments are aware of the situation。 Looks like you're out of luck。〃
〃I don't think so。 We still have your submarine and its contents； Mr。 Doe。 Our scientists will have a field day dissecting your top…secret equipment。〃
〃That's not going to happen； old pal。〃
〃I think it will。 The Glomar Explorer isn't the only boat that can raise a submarine。〃 Petrov was referring to an earlier U。S。 salvage of a Soviet submarine。
〃I wouldn't get near that boat if I were you。 It's heavily mined。〃
〃Now who's bluffing； Mr。 Doe？〃
〃I'm dead serious； Ivan。 The sub carried two hundred pounds of HBX explosives in case something like this happened。〃
〃Why would you care if I were killed？〃
〃Look； Ivan； the Cold War's not going to last forever。 Someday we'll bump into each other in a bar and you'll buy me a Stolichnaya martini。〃 His voice lost its levity。 〃No joke。 This thing will self…destruct in about twenty minutes。 I set the timer myself。〃
〃You're lying。〃
〃People like us don't lie to each other； old pal。〃
It was Ivan's turn to laugh。 〃You've seen too many episodes of Mission Impossible； old pal。〃
He clicked off the radio。 There was noway the crew could have been evacuated and set charges。 He didn't know about Austin's expertise。 He could have waited twenty minutes to see if Austin was telling the truth； but he seethed with anger。 His rage overcame his good judgment。 Petrov's ship carried a one…person minisub that could be launched quickly for reconnaissance； and Petrov ordered the sub readied for a dive。
Sitting in his office years after that day； he examined the grayish…red glow of cigar ashes。 How impetuous and foolish he had been as a younger man。 He had jammed the bomb…shaped sub almost straight down。 Within minutes； his lights had outlined the black hulk on the bottom； and he saw the pod near the cable and landed near it。 The minisub's retractable metal arm had the pod in its grip…when there was a blinding flash of light and a muffled roar。 Petrov felt himself flying into space。 Then he blacked out。
He awoke to the antiseptic smell of a Soviet hospital。 His broken and mangled leg was in traction； and the right side of his face was heavily bandaged where jagged shards of plastic or metal had torn his skin as the minisub had been blown to the surface； where it had been retrieved with him inside it。 He had had to wear a hearing aid until his damaged eardrums healed。 He spent four weeks in the hospital before being released to the care of a nurse at his dacha； the country home he maintained outside of Moscow。
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