is up?â
âYou tell me, Dimitri.â
âYou know how foolish I feel telling you American secrets that you may not know yet.â
âIâil keep it to myself.â
Outside, the white snow sparkled on hillsides where patches of tall fir trees had been removed to clear fire breaks in the dense forest.
âUnder your hat, right?â The Russian chuckled. âI would sayâlet me thinkâI would say your people have been caught holding up the bag, yes?â
The Russianâs red, round face hardened as he studied the Americanâs face, youthful compared to his own.
âDimitri, you invited me, remember?â
âSo I did. About the midnight meeting, your time, of your laser specialists with Admiral Hauch. Our Ninth Department is most with interest. Donât you know?â
The American sighed as he raised an eyebrow.
âSurprised? Thatâs our job. Besides,â the Russian showed his teeth with a knowing smile, âyou can probably tell me what color necktie Marshall Kubosov wore at my meeting this morning.â
The gleaming car rolled to a stop, turned around at Wiener Neustadtâs outskirts, and then retraced its route northward toward Vienna.
âYou people have a little trouble with a satellite. Yes? LACE is its name, is it not?â
âAn accident, Dimitri. You would not have sent for me if your people thought otherwise.â
The American cracked his window to the chilly, clean air. The weight of his diplomatic ballet made the roomy limousine close and warm.
âWe would rather call it piracy.â The Russian stated his last word carefully.
âI know the law, Dimitri. I helped write the space treaty between our governments.â The American sounded tired.
âOur intelligence people tell us that your people cannot disable LACE. Is that correct?â The Russianâs face was intense.
The American watched the sun-bleached snow pass beyond his fogged window.
âWell, my friend?â
The Americanâs mind was awash with fatigue. He turned a weary face toward the Russian.
âWe cannot disable LACE.â
âAn encryptor failure?â
âYes.â
âWhat about LACEâs optics, Alpha Project. Tell me about its mirror.â
âDimitri, please!â
âThe word is âpiracyâ. â
âIt is built by United Technologies Research Center. But you know that.â
âOf course. Go on.â
âGraphite fiber, reinforced glass. Matrix composite mirror. The mirror surface is vaporized silicon.â The Americanâs face showed physical pain.
âGraphite? Most impressive. Very clever indeed.â
âDimitri, what about your betatron at Saryshagan? Can you hit LACE from there?â
âOf course, my friend.â
âAnd your anti-satellite homing spacecraft, Dimitri? You began operational tests in April 1981 when Cosmos 1,267 automatically docked in space with Salyut Six. It carried anti-satellite, mini-missiles did it not?â
âIt did. Your people in Denver are quite good.â
âAnd your anti-satellite, rendezvous-and-destroy missiles first flown with Cosmos 1,243 and 1,258 in February and March 1981? Is this system operational, Dimitri?â
âPerhaps.â
âWhat about your latest air-to-air anti-missile interceptors, Dimitri?â
âNot likely, I am afraid. As you know, our SH-04 is designed to destroy incoming missiles before they enter the Earthâs atmosphere. Our SH-08 missile gets to its target inside the atmosphere. Unfortunately, both Soviet missiles have nuclear warheads. Not very clean, to say the least. We are working on the SA-12 anti-missile weapon, which is not nuclear. But the SA-12 missileâs maximum effective altitude is not more than meters. These devices are of no help to Washington.â
âBut your betatron or your hunter-killer Cosmos vehicles could knock down LACE, couldnât they?â The