“And I made it clear we needed seat availability,” reminded Straughan. “Nine thirty tomorrow was the first direct flight with four seats available.”
“Is Radtsic all right about that?”
“Jacobson’s concerned at Radtsic’s demeanor,” warned Straughan. “Jacobson says he’s arrogant: walks around expecting doors to be opened for him and people to stand aside. I had all three independent escorts at the ballet last night, when Radtsic was given his escape itinerary: two of them told me this morning they hadn’t needed Jacobson as their marker. Radtsic looks so much like Stalin, which gets him too many second looks when his arrogance isn’t on display.”
“Have Jacobson tell the stupid bugger to behave!”
“Jacobson says he already has but doesn’t think Radtsic will do as he’s told.…” Straughan paused. “It doesn’t stop there. Radtsic announced he wanted to talk to Elana in Paris to tell her it was all set.”
“Jesus!” exploded Monsford. “It can’t fuck up over stupidity like this!”
“It won’t,” promised Straughan. “I’m just setting it all out, including the unpredictables.”
“Is Jacobson seeing Radtsic again?”
“He’s got to hand over the cover passport and tickets today.”
“Tell him he’s got to spell out to Radtsic the risk to which he’s putting himself; putting everyone, his wife and son most of all.”
“There’s something else,” continued Straughan. “I’ve made it very clear to Jacobson that Charlie Muffin’s assassination, as a diversion, is aborted: that everything’s canceled. We’ve got three of our people in Muffin’s support team with nothing to support after what happened yesterday at the Rossiya. I want to utilize at least one of them to be embassy liaison between Radtsic’s escorts and me, here in London. I need to know that Radtsic passed safely through Sheremetyevo to activate in their right order all the other stages of the extraction.”
“No!” irritably refused Monsford. “Why have you waited until now to bring this up! You knew we’d need a pivot for the schedule to work.”
“We intended using Charlie Muffin’s killing as a diversion for Radtsic’s extraction: Muffin was never going to leave Moscow and neither were his wife and child,” said Straughan. “We always had three of our own people available to be reassigned. My understanding of yesterday’s meeting and the disaster Muffin’s caused is that Natalia and Sasha’s extraction is never going to happen.”
“Yesterday’s meeting didn’t cancel the Muffin extraction. Nothing’s canceled until that bloody man’s been brought in and the danger he’s created closed down,” corrected the Director, tightly. “I can’t, unilaterally, transfer any of our people, who might very well be needed in that closing down. And we couldn’t anyway risk such a reassignment leaking out ahead of our getting Radtsic safely here. It would disclose that all the time we were running a parallel operation, using one to guarantee the success of the other.”
Straughan hesitated. “It’s essential we have four on Radtsic’s extraction. If I can’t have one of our three, I’ll have to take Jacobson off, to be my embassy link man.” He paused again. “Or we could bring in David Halliday. I know you ordered against his involvement but all he’s got to do is take Jacobson’s call from Sheremetyevo and relay it to me here: just two phone calls. Halliday’s briefing could be strictly limited, virtually telling him nothing except to pass Jacobson’s call to me in London.”
Now it was Monsford who hesitated, longer than the operations director. “Okay, we use Halliday. But limit the briefing as you’ve suggested. No name.”
“There’s another unpredictable,” announced Straughan.
“What else!” demanded Monsford.
Straughan gave his account of the previous night’s Paris encounter with Elana and Andrei in as much detail as he’d recounted Jacobson’s Moscow meeting and again at the end put a written report in front of the Director.
“I can’t believe this!” said Monsford, incredulously. “Doesn’t the kid know what’ll happen to him if he stays!”
“We’re meeting with them both again today.”
Monsford leaned forward over his desk. “Tell Miller to frighten the shit out of the kid. And if he still fucks about, to leave him. Tell Miller to assemble a snatch squad, to hold him long enough to get Elana airborne and then let him go. By tomorrow he’ll be in a Siberian gulag with a lifetime to reflect his stupidity.”
“Miller hopes Elana will persuade him.”
“You just told me she’s reluctant, too.”
“Reluctant but accepting reality.”
“You’re the director of operations, the man responsible for making this work,” threatened Monsford. “Don’t for a moment forget that.”
“I’m never given the opportunity to forget,” said Straughan.
“The whole damn business has escalated out of any control,” announced Geoffrey Palmer. “The Russians didn’t just reject our Note. They refused to accept the ambassador, sent him packing cap in hand after ensuring their media circus was assembled to see and photograph the entire humiliation. And then kept them there to do it all over again when the ambassador responded-as he diplomatically had to respond-to their summons to deliver the rejected Note. They’re refusing us consular access to those they’ve arrested, as well as the two heart attack victims, one of whose condition is reported to be giving cause for concern. I can’t ever remember this degree of orchestrated diplomatic contempt.”
“Incredible,” sympathized Sir Archibald Bland. “Incredible and completely unsatisfactory. As well as being totally unacceptable. The cabinet decided this morning to summon the Russian ambassador in return, for an official protest Note. We’re also refusing their lawyers access to their arrested diplomats here, which technically breaches the agreed consular code. We’ll have eventually to concede, causing us further humiliation when we do, but we’ll string it out as long as we can in the hope of getting in to see our tourist group.”
“I don’t think they’ll blink first,” cautioned Palmer.
“Neither does the cabinet,” admitted Bland, the double-act confrontation clearly rehearsed. “So, tell us you’ve got the bloody man who’s caused all this.”
“We haven’t yet,” admitted Aubrey Smith. “And until he makes contact, which he’s got to do at some stage, we don’t know where to look. Which the Russians are clearly expecting us to do, to lead them to Muffin. My people are convinced there’s a higher than customary degree of surveillance on the embassy and everyone going in and out.”
“Are you getting the same indication?” Bland asked Monsford.
The MI6 Director shifted, more concerned at the potential danger to the Radtsic extraction than at not having heard, until that moment, about a heightened embassy observation. “Tighter than usual, certainly,” he lied. “What we surely need is something more embarrassing with which to confront the Russians?”
“The purpose of this meeting is to explore practicalities, not daydreams,” criticized Bland. “I don’t want us even to consider anything that might blow up in our faces to compound a disaster into a total catastrophe. I want that, the government wants that, completely understood by both of you. So, do you completely understand what I’ve just told you?”
“I most definitely understand,” replied Smith.
“I was trying to explore logic more than daydreams,” Monsford defensively tried to recover, disappointed at the brusque dismissal of what he’d hoped would prepare them for Radtsic.
“It’s inevitably going to dominate the House again today, as well as tomorrow morning’s headlines,” predicted Bland. “Are you both telling me there’s absolutely nothing to add from yesterday?”
“Absolutely nothing,” conceded Smith, his normally soft voice little more than a mumble. “You’ll know the minute I do that we’ve got Muffin under wraps. Which won’t provide any counterpublicity, will it?”
“If there is any news of Muffin it will obviously come from my colleague’s service,” said Monsford, determined to distance himself and MI6. Equally determined upon what would later be recognized as proactive thinking, he added: “And I’ll alert you at once to anything else that could be relevant.”