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e‘d started the business in exactly the right way; taking risks; but carefully considered ones; building his organization from the bottom up; doing things himself; getting his hands dirty。 Perhaps Piaggi‘s antecedents had started the same way; Tucker thought。 Probably Tony had forgotten that; and forgotten also its implications。 But that wasn‘t Tucker‘s problem。
* * *
‘Look; Colonel; I was just an aide; okay? How many times do I have to tell you that? I did the same thing your generals‘ aides do; all the littler dumb stuff。‘
‘Then why take such a job?‘ It was sad; Colonel Nikolay Yevgeniyevich Grishanov thought; that a man had to go through this; but Colonel Zacharias wasn‘t a man。 He was an enemy; the Russian reminded himself with some reluctance; and he wanted to get the man talking again。
‘Isn‘t it the same in your air force? You get noticed by a general and you get promoted a lot faster。‘ The American paused for a moment。 ‘I wrote speeches; too。‘ That couldn‘t get him into any trouble; could it? 
‘That‘s the job of a political officer in my air force;‘ Grishanov dismissed that frivolity with a wave。
It was their sixth session。 Grishanov was the only Soviet officer allowed to interview these Americans; the Vietnamese were playing their cards so carefully。 Twenty of them; all the same; all different。 Zacharias was as much an intelligence officer as fighter pilot; his dossier said。 He‘d spent his twenty…odd…year career studying air…defense systems。 A master‘s degree from the University of California; Berkeley; in electrical engineering。 The dossier even included a recently acquired copy of his master‘s thesis; ‘Aspects of Microwave Propagation and Diffusion over Angular Terrain‘; photocopied from the university archives by some helpful soul; one of the unknown three who had contributed to his knowledge of the Colonel。 The thesis ought to have been classified immediately upon its pletion … as would have happened in the Soviet Union; Grishanov knew。 It was a very clever examination of what happened to low…frequency search…radar energy … and how; incidentally; an aircraft could use mountains and hills to mask itself from it。 Three years after that; following a tour of duty in a fighter squadron; he‘d been assigned to a tour of duty at Offutt Air Force Base; just outside Omaha; Nebraska。 Part of the Strategic Air mand‘s war…plans staff; he‘d worked on flight profiles which might allow American B…52 bombers to perate Soviet air defenses; applying his theoretical knowledge of physics to the practical world of strategic…nuclear war。
Grishanov could not bring himself to hate this man。 A fighter pilot himself; having just pleted a regimental mand in PVO…Strany; the Soviet air…defense mand; and already selected for another; the Russian colonel was in a curious way Zacharias‘s exact counterpart。 His job; in the event of war; was to stop those bombers from ravaging his country; and in peace to plan methods of making their peration of Soviet air space as difficult as possible。 That identity made his current job both difficult and necessary。 Not a KGB officer; certainly not one of these little brown savages; he took no pleasure at all in hurting people … shooting them down was something else entirely … even Americans who plotted the destruction of his country。 But those who knew how to extract information did not know how to analyze what he was looking for; nor even what questions to ask … and writing the questions down would be no help; you had to see the man‘s eyes when he spoke。 A man clever enough to formulate such plans was also clever enough to lie with enough conviction and authority to fool almost anyone。 
Grishanov didn‘t like what he saw now。 This was a skillful man; and a courageous one; who had fought to establish missile…hunting specialists the Americans called Wild Weasels。 It was a term a Russian might have used for the mission; named for vicious little predators who chased their prey into their very dens。 This prisoner had flown eighty…nine such missions; if the Vietnamese had recovered the right pieces from the right aircraft … like Russians; Americans kept a record of their acplishments on their aircraft … this was exactly the man he needed to talk to。 Perhaps that was a lesson he would write about; Grishanov thought。 Such pride told your enemies whom they had captured; and much of what he knew。 But that was the way of fighter pilots; and Grishanov would himself have balked at the concealment of his deeds against his country‘s enemies。 The Russian also tried to tell himself that he was sparing harm to the man across the table。 Probably Zacharias had lulled many Vietnamese … and not simple peasants; but skilled; Russian…trained missile technicians … and this country‘s government would want to punish him for that。 But that was not his concern; and he didn‘t want to allow political feelings to get in the way of his professional obligations。 His was one of the most scientific and certainly the most plex aspects of national defense。 It was his duty to plan for an attack of hundreds of aircraft; each of which had a crew of highly trained specialists。 The way they thought; their tactical doctrine; was as important as their plans。 And as far as he was concerned; the Americans could kill all of the bastards they wanted。 The nasty little fascists had as much to do with his country‘s political philosophy as cannibals did with gourmet cooking。
‘Colonel; I do know better than that;‘ Grishanov said patiently。 He laid the most recently arrived document on the table。 ‘I read this last night。 It‘s excellent work。‘
The Russian‘s eyes never left Colonel Zacharias。 The American‘s physical reaction was remarkable。 Though something of an intelligence officer himself; he had never dreamed that someone in Vietnam could get word to Moscow; then to have Americans under their control find something like this。 His face proclaimed what he was thinking: How could they know so much about me? How could they have reached that far back into his past? Who possibly could have done it? Was anyone that good; that professional? The Vietnamese were such fools! Like many Russian officers; Grishanov was a serious and thorough student of military history。 He‘d read all manner of arcane documents while sitting in regimental ready rooms。 From one he‘d never forget; he learned how the Luftwaffe had interrogated captured airmen; and that lesson was one he would try to apply here。 While physical abuse had only hardened this man‘s resolve; he had just been shaken to his soul by a mere sheaf of paper。 Every man had strengths and every man had weaknesses。 It took a person of intelligence to recognize the differences。
‘How is it that this was never classified?‘ Grishanov asked; lighting a cigarette。
‘It‘s just theoretical physics;‘ Zacharias said; shrugging his thin shoulders; recovering enough that he tried to conceal his despair。 ‘The telephone pany was more interested than anybody else。‘
Grishanov tapped the thesis with his finger。 ‘Well; I tell you; I learned several things from that last night。 Predicting false echoes from topographical maps; modeling the blind spots mathematically! You can plan an approach route that way; plot maneuvers from one such point to another。 Brilliant! Tell me; what sort of place is Berkeley?‘
‘Just a school; California style;‘ Zacharias replied before catching himself。 He was talking。 He wasn‘t supposed to talk。 He was trained not to talk。 He was trained on what to expect; and what he could safely do; how to evade and disguise。 But that training never quite anticipated this。 And; dear God; was he tired; and scared; and sick of living up to a code of conduct that didn‘t count for beans to anyone else。
‘I know little of your country … except professional matters; of course。 Are there great regional differences? You e from Utah。 What sort of place is it?‘
‘Zacharias; Robin G。 Colonel …‘
Grishanov raised his hands。 ‘Please; Colonel I know all that。 I also know your place of birth in addition to the date。 There is no base of your air force near Salt Lake City。 All I know is from maps。 I will probably never visit this part … any part of your country。 In this Berkeley part of California; it is green; yes? I was told once they grow wine grapes there。 But I know nothing of Utah。 There is a large lake there; but it‘s called Salt Lake; yes? It‘s salty?‘
‘Yes; that‘s why …‘
‘How can it be salty? The ocean is a thousand kilometers away; with mountains in between; yes?‘ He didn‘t give the American time to reply。 ‘I know the Caspian Sea quite well。 I was stationed at a base there once。 It isn‘t salty。 But this place is? How strange。‘ He stubbed out his cigarette。
The man‘s head jerked up a little。 ‘Not sure; I‘m not a geologist。 Something left over from another time; I suppose。‘
‘Perhaps so。 There are mountains there; too; yes?‘
‘Wasatch Mountains;‘ Zacharias confirmed somewhat drunkenly。
One clever thing about the Vietnamese; Grishanov thought; the way they fed their prisoners; food a hog would eat only from necessity。 He wondered if it were a deliberate and thought…out diet or something fortuitously resulting from mere barbarity。 Political prisoners in the Gula

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