Cloud clicked the attached bio:

GRU CASE FILE 112-A-77

USA DIRECTORATE

SUBJECT: ANDREAS, DEWEY

INACTIVE FILE

STATISTICS:

Citizenship: USA

b. Castine, ME (c. 1973)

U.S. ARMY 1993–4

* US ARMY RANGERS 1994

Winter School

Rank #1 out of 188

*** 1st SFOD—DELTA FORCE

OPERATIONS (known):

+    Lisbon, POR: Jan–Mar 96 (mission unknown)

+    San Isidro de El General, COS: Oct 96–Jan 97: Anti-narcotic: NIC, COL, VEN

+    Munich, GER: April 97: Exfiltration Milos Abramovich (wanted by GUR-RUS) (mission success)

+    Buenos Aires, ARG: Sep–Dec 97: Anti-narcotic: ARG, COL, CHI, and BOL

+    Montreal, CAN: Jan 98: Assassination Milos Abramovich (mission success)

+    London, ENG: Apr 98: Assassination (attempted) Subhi al-Tufayli/Hezbollah (mission aborted)

+    Lisbon, POR: Mar 98: Assassination Frances Vibohr (Siemens VIP suspect in sale of TS info to SAU) (mission success)

+    Bali, IND: Aug 98: Assassination of Rumallah Khomeini (mission success)

NOTES:

ANDREAS is a Combat Applications Group (formerly Delta Force) officer with extensive international mission experience. GRU INTEL was asked to open a file on him following the death of LEONID PARSKY, GRU COMMANDER (1988–1997).

ANDREAS has executed at least three covert penetrations of Russia. The first (April 1997) was a fact-finding mission and field setting, in which ANDREAS spent four days in Moscow preparing various elements associated with his second penetration. ANDREAS’s second visit was shorter, two days, and coincided with PARSKY’s assassination (September 1997).

Though no evidence was found implicating ANDREAS in PARSKY’s death, ANDREAS met with MILOS ABRAMOVICH during his first visit to Moscow. ABRAMOVICH, who was later found to be working for the CIA, was under a GRU Task Force Investigation, so ordered by PARSKY. It is GRU INTEL’s assessment that the US Government had PARSKY killed in order to preserve ABRAMOVICH. ABRAMOVICH most likely provided ANDREAS with information enabling him to kill PARSKY.

ANDREAS’s third infiltration took place in November 1997, in which ABRAMOVICH was successfully exfiltrated from the country in order to save his life. (In January 1998, ABRAMOVICH was subsequently killed in Montreal by ANDREAS for reasons unknown.)

ANDREAS is considered unusually dangerous, with Level 12 proficiency in all aspects of operations, including close quarters combat, face-to-face combat, firearms, explosives, cold weapons, transportation, and improvisation. He is trained in extreme condition field and wet work, and has seen multiple actions in hostile environments across the geopolitical theater.

JUL 2003: FILE DESIGNATED INACTIVE

Cloud and Sascha read the file in silence. Sascha furrowed his brow, then looked at Cloud with a concerned look.

Cloud picked up his cell phone and started typing a text to Roman: Kill him.

41

FOUR SEASONS LION PALACE

SAINT PETERSBURG

A minute later, Dewey’s cell buzzed.

“Yeah,” said Dewey.

“This is Commander John Drake on the USS Hartford. Where are you, Dewey?”

The waitress appeared carrying a plate with Dewey’s steak.

“At the Four Seasons,” said Dewey. “Where’s the team?”

“The SDV is in harbor. I’ll patch you through to Jacobsson, he’s the in-water operator.”

“Thanks, Commander.”

A minute later, another man appeared in the restaurant. He was shorter than the first, but he was, in his own way, more worrisome. His shirt was open at the collar and unbuttoned down to his navel. Gold chains hung around his neck. He had spiky blond hair. He was wiry and pale. He wore a hard stare, his eyes sweeping the room.

A moment later, Dewey heard a voice.

“This is Jacobsson. You there, Dewey?”

“Yeah, I’m here.”

“Do you have the girl?”

When the Russian’s eyes arrived at Dewey, they stopped. The next moments were intense, as the thug stared for several long moments at him.

“Not yet,” said Dewey. “It’s going to be a little while.”

“We’re here,” said Jacobsson, “and we’re good to go.”

At the man’s breastplate, clearly visible, Dewey could see the telltale bulge of a gun, strapped around his neck.

“What’s point of entry?” asked Dewey.

“You need to get to the canal. To the right of the hotel.”

The excited voice of the hostess interrupted the din of conversations inside the restaurant. A moment later, Katya entered the restaurant.

She wore jeans and a white short-sleeved sweater. Her hair was braided back. She shook the hand of the hostess, then began speaking with her.

The four people at the table in front of Dewey all looked in unison at her, then began whispering excitedly.

The skinny guard looked again at Dewey. Dewey pretended not to notice, cutting another piece of his steak and putting it into his mouth. A moment later, the guard finally turned away, saying something to the larger man. He pointed to a booth, out of Dewey’s sight line.

The hostess led Katya across the restaurant. The ballerina glanced briefly in Dewey’s direction, making eye contact with him, a carefree smile on her face, then disappeared around the corner, flanked by her bodyguards.

“Got it,” said Dewey. “Give me a few minutes.”

42

LANGLEY

“I want all non-official covers in-theater,” Calibrisi said to Polk, “with their locations.”

One of the analysts typed, bringing up all NOCs in or near Russia. Three photos tiled across the screen:

1. Maybank, J

NOC 333

Moscow, RUSSIA

2. Fairweather, T   

NOC 009

Poznan, POLAND

3. Brainard, T

NOC AW-22

Minsk, BELARUS

“Remember Johnny’s wounded,” said Polk. “He has a bullet in his leg.”

“How bad is it?”

“He has a fever and hasn’t left the bedroom. Christy thinks he needs a doctor.”

They both knew what it meant. If Maybank’s injury required surgery, he would need exfiltration. Right now, there was a higher priority.

“Get Brainard and Fairweather to Moscow,” said Calibrisi, walking toward the door. “Tell Christy she needs to take the bullet out herself. Then get word to Dewey. He needs to stay in-theater. We can’t afford to have him get on that sub.”

43

FOUR SEASONS LION PALACE

SAINT PETERSBURG

Dewey finished his meal and paid. He was the last person inside the restaurant other than Katya and her men, who were in a booth out of his sight line. Before standing up to leave, he removed the .45 from a concealed pocket on the inside of his leather jacket. From his pants pocket, he removed a suppressor, screwing it into the muzzle of the gun beneath the table. He repocketed the gun, then stood and walked to the door. He glanced right, around the corner, to Katya’s booth. Both of the men with Katya returned his look. As Dewey passed the maître d’, he caught movement in his eyes, a fleeting glance over Dewey’s shoulders, behind him.