〃Well done；〃 said the Director of the KGB。 〃Things are ready at Lefortovo。 The men on duty are all mine。〃
〃We're not going to Lefortovo。 A change in plans；〃 Alekseyev said。 〃They go to the old airport； and after that I helicopter them to a military camp manded by someone I trust。〃
〃But I have it all arranged！〃
〃I'm sure you do。 This is my new aide； Major Sorokin。 Major Sergetov is at that camp right now； making final arrangements。 Tell me； rade Director； does Sorokin look familiar to you？〃
He did look vaguely familiar； but Kosov couldn't place him。
〃He was a captain…since promoted for bravery…in the 76th Guards Airborne Division。〃
〃Yes？〃 Kosov sensed the danger but not the reason。
〃Major Sorokin had a daughter in the Young Octobrists。 Seventy…sixth Airborne is home…based at Pskov；〃 Alekseyev explained。
〃For my little Svetlana；〃 Sorokin said； 〃who died without a face。〃 All Kosov had time to see was a rifle and a white flash。
Sergetov leaped out of the way and looked to Alekseyev in shock。
〃Even if you were right to trust the chekist； I will not take orders from one。 I leave you with a pany of loyal troops。 I must get control of the Army。 Your job is to get control of the Party apparatus。〃
〃How can we trust you now？〃 Agriculture asked。
〃By now we should be on our way to control of the munications lines。 All will be done in accordance with our plan。 They will announce an attempt to topple the government； prevented by loyal troops。 Later today one of you will appear on television。 I must go。 Good luck。〃
Directed by their KGB guides； the motorized battalions headed for the television and radio stations； and the main telephone exchanges。 They moved rapidly now； responding to emergency calls to secure the city against an unknown number of counterrevolutionaries。 In fact they had not the least idea what they were doing； only that they had orders from a four…star general。 That was enough for the officers of the 77th Motor Rifle。 The munications teams had done well。 The division political officer appeared at the Council of Ministers building to find four Politburo members on the telephones giving orders。 All was not as it should be； but the Party men seemed to have things under control。 The other members； he learned； had all been killed or wounded in a vicious attack by the Kremlin Guards themselves！ The director of the KGB had detected the plot barely in time to summon loyal troops； but died heroically resisting the attackers。 None of this made much sense to the divisional zampolit； but it didn't have to。 His orders made perfectly good sense； and he radioed instructions to the divisional mander。
Sergetov was surprised at how easy it was。 The number of people who actually knew what had happened was under two hundred。 The fighting had all taken place within the Kremlin walls； and while many had heard the noise； the cover story explained it well enough for the moment。 He had several friends in the Central mittee； and they did what they were told in the emergency。 By the end of the day； the reins of power were shared among three Party men。 The other Politburo members were under armed guard outside the city； with Major Sorokin in charge of their care。 Without instructions from the Minister of the Interior； the MVD troops took their orders from the Politburo； while the KGB wavered leaderless。 It was the final irony of the Soviet system that； headless； it could not save itself。 The Politburo's pervasive control of all aspects of Soviet life prevented people now from asking the questions that had to be asked before any organized resistance could begin； and every hour gave Sergetov and his clique more time to consolidate their rule。 He had the aged but distinguished Pyotr Bromkovskiy to head the Party apparatus and act as Defense Minister。 Remembered in the Army as a missar who cared about the men he served with； Petya was able to anoint Alekseyev as Deputy Defense Minister and Chief of the General Staff。 Filip Moiseyevich Krylov retained Agriculture and acquired Internal Affairs。 Sergetov would be acting General Secretary。 The three men formed a troika； which would appeal to their countrymen until more of their people could be brought in。 One paramount task remained。
43… A Walk in the Woods
BRUSSELS； BELGIUM
There is no more natural fear than of the unknown； and the greater the unknown； the greater had to be the fear。 SACEUR had four intelligence reports side by side on his desk。 The only thing they agreed on was that they did not know what was happening； but that it might be bad。
For that I need an expert？ SACEUR thought。
A snippet of information from a ferret satellite had given him the word that there was some fighting in Moscow； and told him of the movement of troops to munications centers； but State television and radio had kept to a normal schedule for twelve hours until a news broadcast at five in the morning； Moscow time； had broken the official word。
An attempted coup d'？tat by the Defense Minister？ That would not be good news； and the fact that it had been put down was only marginally better。 The monitoring stations had just heard a brief speech by Pyotr Bromkovskiy； known as the last of the Stalinist hard…liners： maintain calm and keep your faith in the Party。
What the hell did that mean？ SACEUR wondered。
〃I need information；〃 he told his intelligence chief。 〃What do we know about the Russian mand structure？〃
〃Alekseyev； the new mander…West； is evidently not at his mand post。 Good news for us； since we have our attack scheduled in ten hours。〃
SACEUR's phone buzzed。 〃I told you no calls…go ahead； Franz 。 。 。 Four hours？ Potsdam。 No reply yet。 I'll be back to you in a little while。〃 He hung up。 〃We just received an open radio message that the Soviet Chief of Staff urgently wishes to meet with me in Potsdam。〃
〃'Urgently wishes； Herr General？〃
〃That's what the message said。 I can e by helicopter and they'll provide a helicopter escort to a meeting place。〃 SACEUR leaned back。 〃You suppose they want to shoot me down because I've done such a great job？〃 The Supreme Allied mander Europe allowed himself an ironic smile。
〃We have their troops massing northeast of Hannover；〃 the Chief of Intelligence pointed out。
〃I know； Joachim。〃
〃Don't go；〃 the intel Chief said。 〃Send a representative。〃
〃Why didn't he ask for that？〃 SACEUR wondered。 〃That's the way it's normally done。〃
〃He's in a hurry；〃 Joachim said。 〃They haven't won。 They haven't really lost anything yet； but their advance has been stopped and they still have their fuel problems。 What if a wholly new power bloc has taken over in Moscow？ They shut down the news media while they try to consolidate power； and they will want to terminate hostilities。 They don't need the distraction。 A good time to push hard；〃 he concluded。
〃When they're desperate？〃 SACEUR asked。 〃They still have plenty of nukes。 Any unusual patterns of Soviet activity； anything that even looks unusual？〃
〃Aside from the newly arriving reserve divisions； no。〃
What if I can stop this damned war？
〃I'm going。〃 SACEUR lifted his phone and informed the Secretary General of the North Atlantic Council of his decision。
It was easy to be nervous with a pair of Russian attack choppers flying in close formation。 SACEUR resisted the temptation to look out the windows at them； and concentrated instead on the intelligence folders。 He had the official NATO intel dossiers for five senior Soviet manders。
He didn't know who it might be that he was meeting。 His aide sat across from the General。 He was looking out the windows。
POTSDAM； GERMAN DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC
Alekseyev paced the ground； nervous to have to be away from Moscow； where the new Party bosses…but Party bosses nonetheless； he reminded himself…were trying to pull things together。 That idiot asked how they could trust me！ he thought。 He reviewed the briefing information on his NATO counterpart。 Age fifty…nine。 Son and grandson of a soldier。 Father a paratroop officer killed by the Germans west of St。 Vith during the Battle of the Bulge。 West Point； fifteenth in his class。 Vietnam； four tours of duty； last as mander of the 101st Airborne； regarded by the North Vietnamese as an unusually dangerous and innovative tactician…he'd proved that； Alekseyev grunted to himself。 University masters degree in international relations； supposed to be gifted in languages。 Married； two sons and a daughter； none of them in uniform…someone decided that three generations was enough； Alekseyev thought…four grandchildren。 Four grandchildren 。 。 。 when a man has grandchildren 。 。 。 Enjoys gambling with cards； only known vice。 Moderate drinker。 No known sexual deviations； the report said。 Alekseyev smiled at that。 We're both too old for that nonsense！ And who has the time？
The sound of helicopter rotors filtered through the trees。 Alekseyev stood in a small clearing next to a mand vehicle。 The crew was in the trees； along with a platoon of riflemen。 It was unlikely； but NATO could seize this opportunity to attack and kill…no； we're not that crazy and neither are they； the General told himself。
It was one of their new Blackhawks。 The helicopter flared and settled gracefully to the grassy meadow； with the pair of Mi…24s circling overhead。 The door didn't open at once。 The pilot