“Immediately after I passed your information to the navy, they sent an expedition to verify your story. In spite of some bad weather, an icebreaker was able to reach the location. We did find a barge exactly where you said it would be, as well as the seabed acoustic devices you said detected your submarine.”
He gestured to the other naval officer next to him. “Captain First Rank Zhikin is in charge of the 328th Expeditionary Rescue Squad, and along with others from his unit, dove down to the barge to investigate. He returned from the area just yesterday.”
Although the same rank as Mishin, Zhikin looked older, or possibly just more weathered. He spoke Russian, while Mishin translated. “They found one barge, with three MGK-608 series fixed acoustic sensors around it. Inside the barge, they found many cases identical to the ones in the photographs you provided. They recovered one of the cases, and after taking precautions, opened it. They found a—” Mishin paused for a moment as if gathering his strength. “—nuclear device, just as you described.”
Hardy was watching the diver’s face and could see he was remembering the shock and surprise at the discovery of the case’s contents. Mishin nodded to someone offscreen, and the three men were replaced by a series of underwater photos. The divers had set up lights to illuminate the interior of the barge. He could see rows of cases, then realized there was a second layer, and a chill ran racetracks up and down his back at the thought of that many weapons hidden away for who knows what purpose.
Mishin and the other two Russians reappeared on the screen, and seemed to be waiting for some sort of response from the Americans. Patterson said, “Congratulations on finding and recovering the warheads. Can the Russian government provide assurances to the United States that the weapons are now secure?”
The two naval officers had a quick exchange, and Mishin answered, “I will not presume to speak for my government, but the cases are still being recovered. Captain Zhikin’s divers are finishing their preparations as we speak.”
She looked puzzled. “Preparations?”
Through Mishin, Zhikin explained, “The barge had settled into the silt and we had to do a little excavating before we could attempt to raise it. It has been modified with a ballast system similar to that of a submarine. Hoses have been attached to fittings and high-pressure air will displace the water, and the barge will rise to the surface. They’re waiting for a tug and armed escort from Severomorsk. They should arrive tomorrow.”
“That sounds like a lot of work. Wouldn’t it be easier to have the divers just bring up the cases?”
When Mishin translated her question, Zhikin shook his head sharply and spoke. “Far too many dives, even if they bring up two at a time.”
Patterson’s expression matched the worry in her tone. “Exactly how many warheads did you find aboard the barge?”
Vaslev cut in. “That is not important. What matters is how many have been taken. I will say on behalf of the Russian Federation that the warheads from the barge are under our control, and under the terms of the INF treaty, will be destroyed as soon as feasible.”
“It is important,” she insisted. “According to that same treaty, the destruction must be done in the presence of observers. Since the treaty also requires reporting the number of warheads to be destroyed, withholding the number found would be in violation of the treaty, and destroying them without observers present would be a cause for grave concern. The number also tells us something about whoever put them there.”
Mishin and Vaslev exchanged looks, and Vaslev nodded. The Russians were not willing to be viewed as breaking the treaty, not under these circumstances, and she was right. Besides, the Americans would find out eventually. Mishin replied, “There appeared to be sixty-two aboard the barge. If the cases that were taken were the same as the ones we found, then the barge could have held seventy.” Mishin looked very unhappy.
Hardy’s mind whirled at the thought of so many weapons at risk. No wonder they didn’t want to say how many were involved.
“So hopefully, there’s no more than six taken, and one’s been accounted for, although that’s small comfort to the people in Kashmir,” Patterson observed.
The ambassador said carefully, “The Russian Federation is making every effort to locate and recover the missing warheads. Major Tumansky is our liaison with the FSB, and the president has ordered every law enforcement agency in Russia to assist in the investigation. In the last week, what has the United States discovered?”
Hardy answered. “That Evgeni Orlav, identified as a former Russian naval officer, has never entered or passed through U.S. territory or contacted any of our embassies.”
Vaslev shrugged. “That’s all?”
“All we had was that name,” Hardy replied. “And like so many other clues, it led straight into Russia. But we have also been working from a different angle. We keep a careful watch on terrorist communications, especially anything that might relate to nuclear matters.”
“Of course,” Vaslev agreed.
“Normally, with so many terrorist groups worldwide, our ability to watch everyone is very thin. But the explosion in Kashmir gave us a time and a location. We managed to find a communication regarding a Pakistani scientist, a Dr. Tareen. We know he taught nuclear physics at Islamabad at the same time that A. Q. Khan was there. The communication was from one Lashkar-e-Taiba group to another in Kashmir the day before the explosion.”
The ambassador still wasn’t impressed. “LeT’s involvement was decisively revealed by the blast itself. We will pass your information on Dr. Tareen on to our investigators, but I suspect the only way to locate him now would be with a Geiger counter.”
“What about the clues from the barge?” Hardy pressed. “The warheads, the barge itself, the acoustic buoys all give you places to start looking.”
Mishin answered that one. “Yes. Captain Zhikin’s men took extensive photographs of the barge and the acoustic sensor modules.” He looked over to the man in civilian clothes. “Major Tumansky is a specialist in crimes within the defense industry. He has been given broad investigative powers by the president.”
Although relatively young, Tumansky was nearly bald, which only emphasized his broad Slavic features. His English was perfect, to the point where his accent was not Russian, but to Hardy sounded almost Southern. “The serial numbers on the warheads match, and are in the same sequence, as the two you stole twelve years ago. The barge is of a standard type, used for the transport of dry cargo. Over one hundred were manufactured in a factory on the Dvina River. Many are still in use. Before this one was deliberately sunk, all identifying numbers were ground or burned off. Wherever the divers scraped away the marine growth, the barge is still in its original red primer.”
He scowled. “Forensic techniques can be used to recover the information from the surfaces where the information was erased, but not while it is underwater. After the barge is raised, we will make another examination.
“Inquiries at the factory revealed that production of this type of barge ended seven years ago. Their records were poorly maintained and are incomplete. We have assigned men to find and account for all the barges where the factory does have information, and a more thorough investigation, including interrogation of the factory personnel, is in progress.
“The acoustic sensors are still operational, and are part of a defensive barrier that lines our northern coast.” The investigator looked over to Mishin.
Mishin explained, “The chain is monitored from a facility in Severomorsk. We immediately discovered that the location of the sensors, as provided by you and verified by us, is different from where the Northern Fleet headquarters believed them to be. The three surround the barge in a loose circle, instead of forming the northern end of the barrier, spaced much wider apart, and located well to the south.”