AK 239: The Enemy Is Already Here

Jimmy reaches behind us where Tony is sitting and pulls up an old drab, green, army bag and unzips it.

Inside, a cadre of weapons is piled high.

“Hell, ya! This is Alaska!”

I fire off the following message:

FROM: CHIEF OF POLICE

ROBERT S. STONE

KETCHIKAN, ALASKA

FBI AGENTS AMBUSHED

BOKAN MT., ALASKA

AT LEAST ONE INJURED

CONDITION UNKNOWN

TEXT WAS FROM YESTERDAY

I’M FLYING THERE NOW

SEND HOSTAGE RESCUE TEAM ASAP.

DON’T KNOW HOW MANY HOSTILES PRESENT

WILL ADVISE WHEN ON SCENE

THIS IS NOT A DRILL…

REPEAT…

NOT A DRILL!

CONTACT KETCHIKAN EMERGENCY DISPATCH

AT (907) 227-XXXX

FOR FURTHER INFORMATION

Then I made a really, really, dumb move. I texted Denning’s phone:

NOT TO WORRY.

FBI & SERT ON THE WAY!

I hit send.

Only then does it cross my mind:

Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea.”

Bokan Mountain

Russian Command Center

A GRU officer stands from his monitor and walks to General Victor Zelin, interrupting him with John Denning’s phone in his hand.

The Special Forces team had JD’s phone hooked up to their antennas on top of Bokan Mountain and had signal amplifiers monitoring every frequency in the area.

The GRU officer walks up to General Zelin and says,

“We have a problem sir. Local police and Special Forces are on their way.”

“How much time?”

“Depends on where they’re stationed. We probably have at least a few hours but local police…”

“I don’t care about the local police. Tell Moscow we’re locking up the mountain.”

“Yes, sir.”

General Zelin looks over to another soldier at a nearby monitor.

“Where are the Iranians?”

The GRU radio specialist says, “They’re here.”

“And the American?”

“We’ve searched this entire facility multiple times. Cameras show him leaving.”

General Zelin now looks at, Boris Babkin, who helped design the facility,

“Somehow he got in and somehow he got out? How?”

Babkin quickly answers, “He exploited the ventilation systems in some of the old mining veins. Those are now all locked down.”

“We designed this fortress to withstand a direct nuclear attack.”

“No one is getting in or out now.”

“Good! Let’s keep it that way,” says the general.

On the largest screen in the center of the room appears President Ivan Mironovich and he doesn’t look happy. Viktor Sokolov is standing just behind the president.

General Zelin comes to attention as his president speaks.

“General Zelin, am I to understand two FBI agents are on the loose in my facility?”

General Zelin is a bit nervous. A single bead of sweat rolls down his plump, pasty white cheek as he attempts to hide his high anxiety.

“Everything is under control here Mr. President. There is only one FBI agent still on the loose. We have secured the entire facility. The Americans couldn’t blast their way in here if they wanted to.”

The president forcefully says, “I am taking control of your operation. The suitcase codes have all been changed. Hold out as long as you can. We will attempt to make an exchange and bring you home.”

“We will not let you down, Mr. President. The American will be captured at any time now,” the general says.

President Mironovich doesn’t want any of it, “If you come home, you will be tried for incompetence.”

The president disconnects himself not wanting to hear any more bad news.

General Zelin reacts to this news by staring at the blank screen, frozen in place.

Pond Bay

Duke Island, AK

Two small rubber boats from The Cod-Father fishing trawler with several Iranians aboard sits silently in the waters of Pond Bay. A floatplane appears off the starboard bow and slides into the black waters of a full moonlit night.

As the plane pulls up to the fishing trawler the charter pilot kills his engine.

MMA and two “friends” are aboard the plane. MMA opens the passenger door.

Two Iranian men toss a rope as the pilot glides the plane near the boat.

MMA and his friends are all in their twenties.

The Iranians are all smiles as they welcome their friends.

Three beautiful Russian women meet MMA and his two friends. One of the women get on the plane with MMA as two of MMA’s friends get into one of the rubber boats.

Each Russian woman sexily wraps her arms around her man.

The men are infatuated.

After some small talk the Iranians give MMA two suitcases.

They say goodbye.

MMA takes his two suitcases (The money and a nuke) his new bride, closes the door of his floatplane and flies into the darkness.

Kendrick Bay