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It appeared that he was successful because Krupin nodded and sank back into his chair. “Unfortunately, I find myself in a position that I once again need to ask your help, Grisha. I was committed to keeping you out of the Pakistan operation but circumstances conspire to make that impossible.”
“What’s changed, sir?”
Krupin waved a hand in a dismissive gesture that seemed a bit strained. “We’ve lost touch with the men sent to deal with Mitch Rapp.”
Azarov didn’t allow himself to visibly react. Only two days ago, Krupin had boasted that the operation was going perfectly. That Rapp was falling headlong into the trap created for him.
“Lost touch?”
“Our best intelligence is that Rapp is on his way back to Islamabad and could interfere with our work.”
The operation targeting the CIA man had been planned entirely by Krupin and his logistics expert, Marius Postan. Azarov had been kept out of the loop, a move typical of the Russian president. One of the strategies he used to maintain power was to compartmentalize everything he did, never allowing anyone to see the entirety of his machinations. It was a level of secrecy that kept his opponents off-balance, but often had a similar effect on his allies.
Normally, Azarov would have requested to be included in the planning of an operation like this and Krupin would have eventually agreed. In this case, though, Azarov had decided to keep his distance. He had studied everything Russian intelligence had on Mitch Rapp, and it was hard to ignore the fact that even well-planned, well-executed moves against him tended to fail. Often catastrophically.
“Did Rapp have time to question any of the men involved?”
“We don’t know for certain. The CIA is sending people but they appear to be a cleanup crew. Our best information is that Gusev was killed in short order along with the two ISIS men with him. The American that Gusev insisted on bringing in seems to have escaped.”
So, yes, Azarov thought. Anyone would eventually talk with Mitch Rapp doing the questioning, but Gusev could be counted on to give up what he knew more quickly than most. He was a soft, self-interested criminal faced with a man who had spent his life dealing with fanatics who welcomed—even courted—suffering and death.
Krupin seemed to read his mind. “Gusev knew less than nothing.”
That seemed unlikely. He was running the tactical side of the operation and understood both its short-term goals and methods. It was admittedly not much, but that was very different from nothing.
“What action do you intend to take, sir?”
Krupin didn’t answer immediately, instead staring out across the desk.
“After a great deal of thought, I’ve decided that Rapp has to be dealt with, Grisha. The Pakistan operation has been going well since he’s been gone. Scott Coleman’s men have been reaso
nably effective, but the other CIA teams are faltering without Rapp’s leadership.”
“Then you’ve been successful?”
He knew little of what was happening in Pakistan and he preferred to keep it that way. Unfortunately, it was becoming clear that his continued ignorance and lack of involvement weren’t going to be possible.
“Successful? Yes. To some extent.”
“Perhaps it would be better to accept that partial victory and suspend your operation until Rapp moves on?”
“I don’t have enough material to achieve my ultimate goal. In this case, I’m afraid there are no partial victories.”
“Do you have a sense of how you would like this to play out?”
“We’re aware of a high-level Pakistani mole codenamed Redstone who is on the CIA’s payroll. We’ve used back channels to feed him intelligence that the al Badr terrorist group is going to make an attempt on a nuclear warhead being moved through Faisalabad tomorrow. Redstone has been a reliable informant for the Americans and I think that they will take him at his word.”
“So, we’re drawing Rapp into a second trap after the first failed?”
“It was a mistake to put Gusev in charge. I should have never allowed Marius to do it. That’s why I’m asking you to get involved personally, Grisha.”
“But it’s a bit like throwing a net over a bear, yes?” he said, despite knowing that Krupin wasn’t interested in his opinions or objections. “Again, I have to wonder if it would be possible to step back for a few weeks.”
Krupin shook his head. “The Pakistani warheads are being moved with minimal security because of the power struggle between its army and civilian government. This level of disorder isn’t going to last. One or the other will soon gain the upper hand and the warheads will once again be out of my reach.”
So it was Pakistan’s nuclear weapons that Krupin was interested in. But why? There could be only one answer: while Russia controlled a nuclear arsenal capable of destroying the planet many times over, it was just for show. A multitrillion-dollar deterrent that couldn’t be launched without creating an equally devastating response from the West.
The only reason Krupin would want access to Pakistani warheads was because they couldn’t be traced to him. And the only reason that he would want nuclear weapons that couldn’t be traced to him was because he planned to actually use them.
