AK 239: The Enemy Is Already Here

Gulf of Alaska

Cape Decision Lighthouse

Kuiu Island

^{Twenty-one miles due west}

A clear but cold night that would make even a Russian shiver. Commander Orlov sips some hot coffee, as his boat bobs up and down on a fairly calm Alaskan night.

The Russian GRU Special Forces team leader stands on the bridge of a 100-foot commercial fishing trawler named “King of the Crabs,” sitting dead in the water.

This was the exact location where Jack Tanner was when he saw a Russian sub.

The Russians look very serious as if something important is about to happen. None are talking but rather they sit on deck, waiting. Their automatic weapons are not carried but are at their ready.

Inside the bridge, Commander Orlov, is speaking in Farsi on a Motorola SRX-2200 radio to someone. The Russian commander then says to his sonar men with very sophisticated equipment:

“Any American subs follow them?”

“Nyet,” is the answer from all three Russian sonar technicians.

“Is Richag-AV active?” asks Orlov.

A sonar tech confirms by saying,

“Da, Richag is active commander.”

Orlav then says into his Motorola radio in Farsi,

“Go ahead and surface.”

The Richag-AV system is a DRFM (Digital Radio Frequency Memory) system that captures then blinds and confuses enemy radar and sonar so that a target seems in another location or not there at all!

All of the Russians on the bridge look port side as a submarine surfaces nearby. This is clearly not a Typhoon class sub or TK-20. This is a brand new Be’sat II submarine.

But it’s not Russian.

It’s Iranian!

While illegal under the Iran nuclear deal, the Iranians, flush with about $150 billion from America, have been secretly purchasing and developing all sorts of new weapons systems. One of them is the ballistic missile technology developed by North Korea.

The Russians cautiously approach the sub as movement is seen on the conning tower.

Exactly twenty-two people eventually exit the Iranian sub and stand on the front hull. The Russians throw ropes as they inch nearer to the sub. Russian Commander Orlov says, “Go get them.”

“Yes, sir!” The Russian exits the bridge.

As the Iranians begin to board the boat en masse, a Russian looks to the bridge as if,

“Is this okay?”

Orlov exits the bridge and shakes his head,

Nyet!

There are to be no more Iranians on board.

Twenty-two beautiful Russian girls, now each wearing a hijab, smile and wave to the Iranians.

The Iranian men on the sub cheer as they see the girls.

Orlov walks to a tiny Iranian with large black rim glasses and speaks to him in Farsi,

“Brigadier General Bahadur?” reaches his hand out and shakes the Russian’s.

Both have cold steely eyes as they stare down their “comrade.”

Orlov asks, “You did as instructed?”

Bahadur, “The Americans think we’re sitting at the bottom of the Indian Ocean. Thank you for the simulator.”

The simulator to which the general is referring is actually an updated version of the Russian MG-114 Berilly self-propelled system. The American system is called: MOSS (Mobile Submarine Simulator). It’s a four-inch wide mobile decoy that acts and sounds like a submarine. This ingenious little device is basically a small, unarmed torpedo. In fact, depending on the submarine, it is generally deployed out of a torpedo tube.

A MOSS is designed to tool around the ocean making sounds, behaving like a normal submarine. If the water is not too deep, this mini-sub can settle on the bottom and make other sounds a real submarine might make while pretending to be hidden.

Meanwhile, the real submarine takes off undetected.

This is exactly what the Iranians were able to pull off.

Orlov, suddenly becomes much more welcoming, “Come on inside!”

As they enter the galley of the commercial fishing ship it is clean and sterile. The two men sit at a table as both Russian and Iranian gunmen stand at the door.

Twenty-two large black suitcases are in the corner. Bahadur’s eyes light up,

“May I see?”

Orlov walks to a suitcase, picks it up and returns to Bahadur. Orlov casually slings the suitcase onto a table and opens it.

Inside is a one-kiloton nuclear device.

It has one large, silvery (Crazy Al’s aluminum reference), round device in the center of the suitcase. There are two smaller silvery round chambers sitting, parallel, alongside the large rocket looking center. In fact, it more resembles a miniature Titan IIIC rocket. There are no buttons, lights, dials, or anything else but a small, sealed, polished aluminum, square box sitting in one corner.

Bahadur smiles then looks puzzled, “How do we arm this?”

Orlov, “You are not to concern yourself with such things. Did you bring your consideration?”

Bahadur motions to his men, one leaves the room and says,

“How can we trust you will stick to the plan?”

Orlov quickly answers, “How can we trust ‘you’ will stick to the plan?”

Both men return to their stare down until the galley door opens as twenty-two Iranians now enter with twenty-two suitcases of their own.

The Russians do not seem to realize there are now more Iranians then there are Russians. The Iranians plunk down the suitcases and open them. Solid gold bars worth over two billion U.S. dollars are revealed.

Bahadur now returns to business, “We must have a way to arm these.”

Orlov, “Just follow the plan and our mutual ends shall be accomplished.”

Bahadur, “I must insist that we have control over arming and disarming.”

Orlav, “And my orders are that this exchange is all that I can give you.” Both return to their stare down.

Orlov then says, “You must have your men take your beautiful brides to America and wait for our instructions.”

“Another ship, sir.”

Bahadur looks starboard side and sees another commercial fishing trawler approaching.

“That is ours.”

The second commercial trawler pulls alongside Bahadur who is not happy.

“My men are taking all of the risk distributing these suitcases.

Orlov, “And they have been compensated with one million U.S. dollars each.”

“That is not enough. They must drive the nukes passed border crossings all along the Canadian border and into the U.S.”

“Your men will all be crossing at unmanned checkpoints. Right now, we are less than thirty miles from Canadian waters. Our people are waiting for you in Prince Rupert. There is the Trans-Canada highway. You can go anywhere in North America. There you will be given passports, IDs and further instructions. We have chosen remote areas to cross into America. There are no border agents, no cameras, and no way of identifying anyone. Your men will all be newlyweds and blend in. Should be easy.”

“Then why don’t you send your own men?” asks Badahur.

Orlov doesn’t answer.

So after another stare down, Badahur moves on to his men,

“May the peace of God be with all of you as you go fulfill His duty. Take these beautiful brides and make Jihadi warriors all. When the time comes we shall bring peace once and for all to this earth. As is written twenty-two times on our beloved national flag:”

“Allah Akbar!”

All of his men repeat, “Allah Akbar!”

As soon as twenty-two terrorists leave with their ravishingly gorgeous “wives” Bahadur pulls a Raa’d 9mm pistol to the head of Orlav.

“Have your men drop their weapons. I don’t want any bloodshed.”

Orlav, after another long pause, gives the command to lay down their weapons.

“You’re making a big mistake,” chides Orlav.

Bahadur then marches Orlav to the bridge saying,

“This wasn’t the agreement. Take us to your commander.”

“I cannot do that,” responds Orlav.

Bahadur, “You shall do that or you and your men will pay with their blood.”

Orlav, “Then we’re all dead men as my commander might detonate those suitcases unless he hears from me.”

Bahadur seems unaffected by the threat saying, “Talk to him.”

Orlav gives a signal to one of his men who points to a cabinet drawer.

As he starts to open the drawer, one of Bahadur’s men stops him and opens the drawer himself.

Inside is a satellite phone. Bahadur’s man gives the phone to Orlav.

Bahadur nods to Orlov to proceed.

Orlov calls General Victor Zelin at the Bokan Command Center.

Bahadur puts a gun to Orlov’s head.

“The world shall see peace when the twelfth Imam reveals himself. Are you willing to die right now for him? I am.”

Orlav looks with sarcasm at this crazy man and says, “You mean the guy who already died a thousand years ago?”