Chapter Two Thousand Six Hundred Ninety-Three
4th July 1978
Boston, Massachusetts
It was a hot, humid summer night which made most of the disguises that Tatiana might have employed impossible, as it was the blond wig was itching. At the moment she was trying to get out of the city because the dead drop in the Boston Commons had been empty. That meant that Billy was compromised, and the FBI would be only minutes behind her. Entering the station Tatiana was thankful to be off the street. The relief was short-lived as several policemen walked onto the platform. It could have been that they were looking for her or they might be here in anticipation of the crowds going home after watching the fireworks display. Fortunately, the train rolled into the station, Tatiana boarded and found a seat. A minute later she saw that two policemen were walking down the car checking IDs.
“Identification Miss?” One of the policemen asked.
Tatiana handed him the ID, she had been told that as far as Law Enforcement was concerned, it was real.
“Margret Anne Morgan” The officer asked, “From Lynn?”
“Salem” Tatiana said, with as much attitude as she could muster.
It had been a clumsy attempt to trip her up. She had worked hard to have the right sort of accent for here in Massachusetts. The one she had been born with tended to get noticed. When the policeman handed back her identification and continued down the car she caught a glimpse of the flyer in his other hand. Suspect, white female, age 27, 5'6", 125 pounds, blue eyes, short brown hair, considered extremely dangerous.
The leak, the one that her mother had said that Aunt Asia was hunting had struck again and it couldn’t have come at a worse time…
Trying not to react, Tatiana kept focused as the train pulled into the next stop. When she had been in Boston before she had heard a lot of jokes about the labyrinthine nature of the MBTA, those didn’t seem remotely funny as she stepped off the train and looked for a connection that would take her in the general direction of where she had put the car she was using. For lack of anything better to do, she boarded a Red Line train headed for Forest Hills.
Every station Tatiana came through seemed to have a large police presence, but the crowds of people who had been watching the various fireworks displays where finding their way onto the trains. She was left alone while on the trains, unfortunately she still had a long walk ahead of her. It was more than three to Dorchester on night that was showing no sign of cooling down just yet.
Over the Central Atlantic
It felt like they were floating. During daylight hours they would be able to see the curvature of the Earth, night was completely different. JoJo was kept incredibly busy, monitoring for search radars and the radio frequencies that would light up if they triggered an alert by the US Strategic Air Command. These days no one thought that it would be impossible to intercept an airplane like the Gänsegeier. At the same time, any potential interceptor would be struggling with being at the very limits of their capabilities in an environment that a Gänsegeier was perfectly at home in.
They had made good time on the southbound portion of the journey, descending to a lower altitude to refuel off the coast of Argentina. Like always, the course that would take them back home seemed to take much longer. “They can’t all be like that operation over Chile a few years earlier” JoJo had pointed out whenever anyone complained. As far as Oxcart knew, that was the only time a Gänsegeier had made an attack run by dropping a laser guided bomb from their usual cruising altitude. Apparently, the mission had been a success even if they had never learned the whole story. Oxcart knew that all four of the crew had received a Merit Cross in Silver. The rest remained shrouded in secrecy.
“We have a problem here” JoJo said over the intercom. “Search radar, two contacts inbound. US Navy, I think?”
Since the Patagonian War they’d had a few encounters with USN Tigers. Somehow that conflict had helped Grumman develop an extremely formidable aircraft from a plane that the US Navy had not initially been interested in.
Greater Landover, Maryland
This was one night that Tatiana just wanted to forget with getting stuck in traffic just outside of the District of Columba being one last insult. She had been running since she had found the dead drop empty shortly after sunset. First on the T and then in the car that she had borrowed from the embassy. The hated wig was under the seat of the car, and she was planning on throwing it away the first chance she got. The only other plans she had involved a shower and sleeping for a week.
Tatiana could hear the high, shrill sound of several fighter jets taking off from Andrews Airforce Base. It sounded like someone had kicked over the hornet’s nest, she had no idea what was actually going on though.
Driving through DC was uneventful, it wasn’t until Tatiana turned onto Reservoir Road NW and up to the back gate of the Embassy that she saw that Agent O’Neal of the FBI was waiting for her.
“I think we need to talk” Ed said through the open window of the car.