and our ships helpless. Make sure he understands that. I also want him
to understand that we’ll be attacking a pretty fair-sized Russian force.
Russians against Russians. I want to know if he can trust his people.”
“Aye, aye, sir.”
After Boychenko replied at length, she delivered the translation. “He
says he understands the risks and thinks that Arsincevo can be taken. He
also says that his troops, specifically, the 4th Spetsnaz Fleet Brigade
and some attached support units are loyal to him, personally.”
“A Spetsnaz brigade; That’s what. .. a thousand men?”
“Twelve hundred, in this case, sir, plus a piece of a transport company
and some other odds and ends he’s scraped up in the last couple of
days.”
“He understands that we won’t be able to evacuate them as well.”
Another brief exchange in Russian.
“The general says, sir, that they are loyal to him specifically because
he promised to find a way for them to go home. They don’t want to stay
here in the Crimea. After Arsincevo, they will cross the Kerch Strait
and hook up with Krasilnikov forces there. He. .. he does say they don’t
know he will be leaving them.”
“Yeah.” Tombstone took a hard look at Boychenko, wondering what kind of
man would simply abandon his men in the field. Granted, his own death
sentence had already been signed, most likely, and his execution at the
hands of Krasilnikov’s agents would not serve any real purpose beyond
the traditional honor of the captain going down with his ship.
Still, what kind of cold-blooded bastard did it take, Tombstone
wondered, to use troops as fanatically loyal as his were supposed to be
and then calmly walk away from them while they were carrying out his
last set of orders?
The thunder started far out over the sea as a faint, distant rumble,
then swelled rapidly to a shrill, booming crescendo that rattled the
windows of the White Palace. Tombstone looked up but saw only
afterburners, brilliant, paired eyes of white-orange light gleaming in
the night as they streaked low overhead.
Hornets. With Jefferson’s two Tomcat squadrons serving as FORCECAP to
keep the enemy from striking either the American ships or the rescue
helicopters, it fell to the F/A-18 Hornets of VFA-161 and VFA-173, along
with the A-6 Intruders of VA-84 and VA-89, to deliver the massive
air-to-ground strike necessary to let Boychenko’s troops break free of
their death grip with Dmitriev’s naval infantry. The Hornets howled, two
by two, above Yalta and the White Palace, vanishing into the darkness
above the mountains to the north. Seconds later, he could hear the
thunder of their bombs and air-to-surface missiles.
It was almost time.
Pamela and Joyce both were standing on the palace’s south patio, a few
yards away, apparently deep in conversation. Tombstone wasn’t exactly
looking forward to what he had to do now, but there would be no better
time. Excusing himself from Boychenko, he walked toward them.
“Well, ladies,” he said. “Are you ready to say farewell to the sunny
Russian Riviera?”
Both women turned to him, and both looked angry. “I beg your pardon,
Matt?” Pamela said. “We’re going with you.”
As he’d expected, they were going to give him an argument.
“Negative,” Tombstone said. He nodded toward the sea. “We’ll have helos
touching down in just a few moments, and I want all unnecessary
personnel on board.”
“Is that what I am, CAG?” Tomboy demanded. “”Unnecessary personnel’?”
“Tomboy-”
“Damn it, sir, my assignment was here, with you.”
“Your assignment as press liaison can continue as you escort Ms. Drake
here to the Jefferson. Take good care of her.”
“Now just one goddamn minute, Matt,” Pamela said.
“You’ve been talking about your career. Now we’re talking about mine.
There’s a story to be covered here. I’m a reporter. And you have no
right to stop me from doing my job.”
He looked at Pamela. “This is an evacuation, damn it. The Arsincevo is a
military operation and there will be no-”
“If you will check your orders, Captain,” Pamela said, ice and steel in
her voice, “you will see that ACN personnel are not under your military
command, or even the UN’s. We’re free agents, and we can come and go as