Matthew Reilly - Scarecrow Returns

List of Soviet Navy ballistic-missile submarine repair facilities

Draper, A

1979–present

NWS

MACRO WEATHER SYSTEM ANALYSIS

Analysis of jet stream wind patterns

Corbett, L

1982

CIA

POSSIBLE LOCATIONS

Geographical options for Operation “Dragonslayer”

Calderon, M

1984

CIA

SOVIET CHEM & BIO WEAPONS DVLPT SITES

List of known Soviet chemical and biological weapons development sites and facilities

Dockrill, W

1986

USAF

HIGH-VALUE TARGET LIST (USSR)

List of first-strike targets in the USSR in the event of a major conflict

Holman, G

1986, 1987, 1988, 1989, 1990, 1991

NRO/USAF

SATELLITE LOCATION LIST

Interagency swap of GPS data concerning Russian bases

Gaunt, K

2001 (updated 2006)

ARMY

SOVIET CHEMICAL & BIOLOGICAL WEAPONS SURVEY

List of known chemical and biological weapons kept by USSR/Russian Special Weapons Directorate

Gamble, N

1980–1991; 1992–present

Right now, Dave wanted to run that list by the person most knowledgeable about the Army of Thieves, the author of the DIA’s background report on it, Marianne Retter.

Fairfax came to an office marked: B2209 RETTER, M. He could see a light under the door and raised his fist to knock—

—just as the door opened and an attractive woman in her mid-thirties appeared before him, wriggling into an overcoat.

She stopped short. “Hi there . . . ?”

“Hi,” Fairfax said awkwardly. “I’m Dave Fairfax, Cipher and Cryptanalysis.” He pointed dumbly at his security badge. “You’re Marianne Retter?”

“Yeah, and I’m kinda in a hurry.”

“I just have a few quick questions for you.”

“Can you talk as you walk?”

“Sure.”

Marianne Retter was a fast walker. Dave struggled to keep up with her as she strode toward the Pentagon’s River Entrance.

“I want to ask you about a background report you wrote recently about a terrorist group called the Army of Thieves,” Dave said.

Retter glanced at him as she walked. “I’ve been monitoring their activities for a couple of months now, but until today, nobody of note seemed to care too much. But today , well, now everybody wants to know about the Army of Thieves—right now, I’ve been summoned to the Situation Room at the White House.” She shrugged. “I predicted that they were gonna do something and they musta done it.”

“You don’t know what they’ve done?” Dave asked.

“Nope. Do you?”

“No, but I know someone who’s close to it and that it’s ongoing.”

Retter stopped so suddenly that Dave tripped as he stopped, too.

Her hazel eyes bored into his. “It’s ongoing and you know where it’s happening?”

“Yes.”

“So where is it?”

Fairfax blinked. This was a classic exchange between intelligence folk: he had to show the strength of his knowledge, but not too much of it, at least not till he knew this woman better.

“My source is a Marine in the Arctic Circle. He’s been ordered to take them down.”

Marianne Retter gave nothing away. She eyed Fairfax up and down, her brain visibly deciding whether or not she should share information with him.

“Fairfax. You were the analyst who stormed that fake supertanker with the nukes a while back with a team of Marines.”

“That’s supposed to be classified . . .”

“I gather intelligence for a living,” Retter said with a cute smile. “Plus, I also did a tour in ICI.”

ICI stood for Internal Counter-Intelligence. The DIA’s version of internal affairs.

“That’s me,” Fairfax said.

“You have a Navy Cross,” Retter said. “And they don’t give those away for nothing.”

Fairfax said, “All I know about you is that you’re currently America’s leading expert on the Army of Thieves and that your surname is a palindrome.”

“Palindome,” Retter said. “Most of the guys I meet these days can’t even spell palindrome let alone use it in a sentence. You’re smart, and kinda quirky, and that Navy Cross of yours means you aren’t a total schmuck, so listen up: I’m on my way to the White House to brief the President on everything I know about the Army of Thieves. There’s a car waiting for me right now at the River Entrance. Between here and there, I’ll tell you what I know if you tell me what you know. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“That background report I wrote covers most of what we know about the Army of Thieves,” Retter said as she and Dave rode down the elevator to the River Entrance lobby. “They basically came out of nowhere last year. They look like a gang of anarchists, but I don’t know if I buy that; I couldn’t say it in my report because it’s far too speculative, but I think that’s what they’re supposed to look like. Taken individually, all of their acts look opportunistic, wild, random and violent. But taken together—with a pinch of imagination—all those acts could be interpreted as, well, calculated and coordinated.”

“Try me,” Dave said. “I like imagination.”

Retter counted each point off on her fingers:

“One, they break out a hundred assholes from a Chilean military prison in Valparaiso, including a dozen officers, most of whom we trained at the School of the Americas, a delightful Spanish-language training facility at Fort Benning. If you were a murderous Latin American dictator in the 1980s and ’90s, you sent your henchmen to the School of the Americas.”

“Really?” Fairfax said.

“Oh, yeah. Then they steal a Russian freighter filled with every assault rifle and RPG known to man; a Greek plane packed with hard currency; and then and this is fucking ballsy—they steal those Ospreys and Cobras from a Marine base in Afghanistan. They break out another hundred fundamentalist foot-soldiers from a U.N. prison in the Sudan, and hey presto, they’ve suddenly got a fully armed assault force the size of a small battalion, complete with officers and infantry, ready to do some serious damage.

“What I can’t figure out, though,” Retter shook her head, “are the last two incidents. The apartment bomb in Moscow on February 2 and the torture of the old Secretary of Defense here in D.C. last month.”

“What’s wrong with them?” Dave asked as the elevator doors opened. They walked out into the lobby.

“They just don’t . . . fit,” Retter said. “All those men, weapons and gun-ships that the Army acquired over six months and that ’s what they do? Blow up a building and cut up an old man? It doesn’t make sense. They could do so much more. As I said, it just doesn’t fit .

“The way I see it, this Army was building up to something much bigger. They were preparing for a fucking siege and those two incidents were small-time. Sure, the Moscow one got a lot of press, but still, they didn’t have to break out two hundred men to blow up an apartment building in Moscow, did they?”

“When you put it that way, no,” Dave said. She was certainly direct, he thought, but her conclusions were sound.

“Maybe the Moscow explosion was designed to occupy the world’s attention while the Army did something else,” he suggested. “Perhaps both it and the SecDef incident were distractions to make us look the other way while they were preparing for today’s activities up in the Arctic.”

Retter looked at him as she walked. “That’s a definite possibility.”

Dave said, “Okay. I don’t know nearly as much as you do, but I think what little I know can help you. My Marine up in the Arctic wanted me to look up both the Army of Thieves and some old Soviet Arctic base called Dragon Island. Maybe that’s the siege you were looking for.”