AK 239: The Enemy Is Already Here

Bokan Mountain

Russian Command and Control Center

Two GRU soldiers walk up to a very large and very sophisticated door.

It looks much like the large, steel door of NORAD inside the Cheyenne Mountain Complex in Colorado before the facility was pretty much shuttered.

This door has multiple biometric scans.

They put all five fingers of their right hand on a scanner.

Then they place their entire face in front of another scanner.

Finally, something right out of a Star Trek movie:

A laser shoots thousands of tiny grid patterns across their entire body.

You still cannot get in unless a security team visually sees you and then opens the door from the inside.

The first Russian does the dance and the door opens.

Inside this room is the military nerve center for the new Russian Alaska Command.

An entire wall, the size of three movie screens, take up the front wall. All of them are currently dark.

Twenty monitors with GRU operators sit busily working.

General Victor Zelin, a grey haired man who is as mean as they come, stands overlooking his creation. He is proud that he has accomplished something no one in history has done:

Place a Russian military command center on U.S. soil.

He was given military strength briefings on the Americans for years. He knew the Americans were weak. When the American economy crumbles he believed it would be his duty to make sure any military threat was communicated back to Moscow and to communicate Moscow’s orders to his Proyekt-239 team and execute them.

A lieutenant looks over to the general.

“We’re ready, sir.”

The general says, “Do it.”

The three giant screens light up with the shape of Alaska and all North America thanks to the work of TK-20 and their underwater team.

Soon after, the room has work lights turned on as exactly twenty-two beautiful Russian women enter the room.

The women are dressed not for combat but rather what, confusingly, looks to be more similar to evening gowns.

All the GRU operators stand at military attention. The women line up in front of the general as in some sort of bizarre fashion show, slash military drill.

The general slowly walks looking over all of them.

He is clearly pleased.

“Today you will embark on a very special mission. You have been trained your whole lives for this moment. The suitcases and the money are for you. Follow your training and do your duty. You are most important to Mother Russia and me. At any moment you may be called upon to complete your mission. It may not come for many years. The moment may come tomorrow. But when that moment comes, know you shall be doing this to make this world a better place. President Mironovich and I thank you.”

The general salutes them,

“Za vas!”

As all of the “beauty pageant” women march out of the room, General Zelin has one of his top lieutenants approach him.

“We still haven’t found him, sir.”

“Keep looking. He’ll be back for the girl. Use her as bait.”

“Yes sir!”

Inside the mountainous hallway of Bokan Mountain, Katrina and George Ruddy open a door to their room and close it behind them.

As they enter the dark room she flips on a light. George and Katrina begin to passionately kiss each other.

“Look!” She exclaims, placing a suitcase on a nearby table. She opens the suitcase and it’s one of the twenty-two that JD found on the barge. It’s loaded with one million U.S. dollars. The room is small but has a kitchen area. There is also a couch.

One-armed George grabs her and kisses her again.

“Where are we going?”

“Washington D.C.” she answers.

He begins to unbutton her blouse. She smiles and wants to take this further. She lets him slowly take off her blouse as he continues to kiss her. He walks her to the bedroom door, continuing to kiss her. George Ruddy steps into the darkness first and suddenly stops. He then slowly keeps moving into the darkness along with his redheaded beauty.

They are now in their bedroom as the door closes behind them.

I flip on a light with my Glock pointed at George’s head.

“Hello, George. Special Agent John Denning, FBI.” I say with just a little bit of sarcasm.

I look at the redhead and say,

“And you must be the girlfriend.”

“You guys are way past pseudocide.”

“We know his name is George. We’ve been calling you Jane Doe. And your name is?”

She looks at George who encourages her to talk.

“Katrina Volkov.”

George chimes in, “They call her: The wolf.”

“Lovely. Oh right, the girl from the game room. You’ve changed your hair. I like it.”

“Nice place you have here.”

“So, I have just a few questions for you. Why don’t you both have a seat.”

They nervously sit on the bed.

“Do you think you could give me some answers?” I ask.

Both hesitate then slightly nod.

“Good. Good. Things will move a lot faster if you don’t hesitate, okay?”

Now, “How do you communicate from here?”

“From the Ops Center but you’ll never get in there.”

“And your plan is?”

They look at each other and I realize I’ll probably not get much out of either of them but they see I’m not in any mood for story time, especially with a PP-2000 submachine gun trained on them.

“We’re not doing anything unless provoked by your President and Congress,” says George.

“My President? My Congress? George, I didn’t get the memo, did you renounce your citizenship?”

George doesn’t want to talk any more.

So I have to prod him a bit,

“And then?”

“Then we do want our instructions tell us.”

“And what would that be?”

Neither answers. I look at them for a long time.

“So you would do anything including setting off nuclear devises?”

Again no answer.

“So how many bombs have you built?”

I realize I may not be getting much more info from these two so I get really sarcastic and say,

“I assume since the FBI forensic lab found your DNA on teeth fragments that you have dentures?”

George doesn’t want to say anything until I walk closer with my submachine gun.

He then pulls out his dentures and shows me.

“Thanks George. You have anything futher you’d like to volunteer?”

George clearly doesn’t want to speak, with or without dentures.

So, I stand, pick up a roll of duct tape and toss it to Katrina.

“You can put your teeth back in now, George.”

I look to Katrina and say,

“He’s not quit as nice looking without his teeth, now, is he? Ya know, we haven’t executed an American traitor since the 1950s. But we just might make an exception for you, George!”

George interrupts,

“You’re making a big mistake. These people will kill you and anyone that…”

I interrupt, “Start with his mouth.”

Katrina tears off a piece of duct tape and places it over George’s mouth. Then the devil, in human form, decides to try her wiles on me again.

She looks at me sexily and starts to walk in my direction as if she was on the Miss Universe runway.

I train the PP 2000 right at her big Russians breasts.

That stops her.

“I’m not falling for that act again, she-wolf.”

I grab one of George’s shirts nearby and toss it to her.

“And put something on. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Katrina, not happy, puts on the shirt.

“Now, please tape his one good arm to his chest. Go on. Do it.”

Katrina takes the duct tape and starts winding it around George.

“Tighter. Much, much tighter.”

Katrina does so grudgingly.

“Now his feet.”

Katrina wraps George’s feet too.

“And now yours.”

Katrina starts to wrap her feet then stops.

“You will not be allowed to leave here,” says Katrina.

“Guess I’m just gonna have ta change the rules then, aren’t I?”

Katrina has stopped taping herself.

“Keep going.”

Katrina is furious but, like a good Russian soldier, is dutifully finishing.

I grab the duct tape saying,

“Hold your hands out.”

She eventually does and I duct tape her hands together.

Katrina makes the mistake of trying to speak so I duct tape her mouth too.

“Okay, now if you both would be so kind to stay right here, okay?

Okay.”

I start to leave, stop, then come back. I decide these two need more duct tape. So I place George in a chair and duct tape him to it. Then I tape him to a wall.

Next I tape Katrina, standing, to another wall on the other side of the room.

“There.”

I pick up my gun and duct tape and, as I’m about to leave the room, I look back at the suitcase loaded with a million dollars.

“Oh, I almost forgot this!”

George goes nuts when he sees I’m taking his millions in cash.

I walk back over to him and sarcastically say,

“George, George calm down. You’re liable to kill yourself.”

I don’t even think this Harvard “genius” got the joke.

I glance over at the entire roll of duct tape now on the two murderers taped to the wall.

“You know, there’s just nothing you can’t do with a nice, big, roll of duct tape!”