Cliff Happy [Seawolf 01] Seawolf Mask of Command (epub)

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.Seawolf: Mask of CommandCliff HappyAcknowledgementsThe Seawolf represents over ten years of work, and the number of people who have helped me over the years is legion.First of all, I must thank my bride, Georgia, for nearly twenty-five years of love and support.She has always been there for me through the successes and the failures, always with steadfast confidence and support.I am very appreciative of Donna for her wisdom, editor’s pen and friendship, and Anne for her timely suggestions and humor.Next, I would be remiss if I did not thank my family for their love and good cheer.Lieutenant Commander Stephen Strayer who patiently consented to answer my numerous questions on what it’s like to serve on board a submarine.Finally, I would like to thank you, the reader, who have given me your time and trust.PreludeVladivostok, the Russian FederationThe dacha was hidden from direct observation in a remote wood outside the city, protected by layers of electronic and physical security to ensure the discussions conducted within were secret.Outside the walls of the building, no one knew that monumental consequences would result from the decisions made during the week-long meeting.Participants were whisked under tight security, at night, from the airport to the dacha in limousines with blackout windows.Back in their home countries, subterfuge concealed the fact that the leaders were absent.The Iranian President, according to the Republic’s news broadcast, was recovering from the flu.The North Korean’s regime was far more restrictive as a matter of course, and the people knew little about their leader’s comings and goings.But even in Pyongyang, deception concealed from possible spies the fact that the Supreme Leader was out of the country.The Russian President, a far more public figure than either of his counterparts, was on an inspection tour in Siberia.Prior to the covert meeting, carefully coordinated photo ops had been staged suggesting the President was doing just that.These photos had then been released periodically to the news media during the week to help keep those watching his movements unaware of his actual activities.Satellite patterns that routinely overflew Vladivostok had been studied and accounted for.American electronic eavesdropping by aircraft off the coast monitoring the Russian naval base had also been factored into the security precautions.The compound around the dacha was, for all intents and purposes, electronically cut off from the rest of the world.Protected hard lines of communication were the only channels of information flowing in or out of the dacha.Only the most trusted advisors of each principal had been allowed to attend the meeting.The necessary translators had been meticulously investigated, their families placed under close watch to guard against treason.The security personnel guarding the compound had been equally screened and were considered trustworthy.Few of these guards knew who was attending the meeting.Regardless, they would each be closely watched, as would their families until the decisions made during the meeting were allowed to play out.Despite the elaborate precautions, the Russian President was apprehensive.More than most, he understood the colossal gamble he was now a part of.Of course, he reminded himself, life was a gamble, and the greater the stakes, the greater the prize.And this was, after all, the greatest prize of all.There were times in his life when his own self-confidence had been shaken.As a KGB officer, he’d witnessed firsthand the disintegration of the Soviet Union and the demise of the Communist Party that had, since his earliest days, been the sole path to power.But he’d managed the transition from intelligence officer to politician using many of the same tools of the trade that had been his first.Deception, misdirection, assassination, bribery, they’d all transitioned nicely from the clandestine world to the political arena.The Russian Constitution had been an obstacle, but over the years he’d slowly marginalized its restrictions on his power.The Federal Assembly had been another obstacle he’d faced on the path to real power, but with the manipulation of election law, modifications to the presidential appointment power, and outright political assassination, he’d slowly filled the Federation Council and the Duma with loyal party lackeys who would nod their heads obediently.The Prime Minister—the titular head of government—was now a puppet.The Courts—another potential check on his growing power—had been systematically reduced to obedient lap dogs.Yes, he’d consolidated power throughout the Russian Federation, but the power he craved still eluded him.He recalled with fondness the might of the Soviet Union.Lesser nations had cowered before the Red Bear.The vaunted United States had quivered behind the porous shield provided by NATO.The United Nations had been powerless to prevent the Soviet State from exercising its will anywhere.A superpower, Russia’s undeniable destiny.Only one man had the vision and power to orchestrate its rise back to the pinnacle of power.His challengers, either dead or marginalized to the fringe of political power and the Constitution thwarted, the President knew exactly who that one man was.It was unfortunate he needed the assistance of the Iranians and the North Koreans.They were peasants, hardly capable of greatness, but they would be well compensated for their risks.North Korea would gain what it always wanted: domination over the South and a powerful ally in a new Russia.The Iranians? He thought little of religion, finding it a useful tool to control people, but little else.But the Iranians, too, would be well rewarded for their part in the grand scheme [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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