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Tsorbaev Dacha - 10 Miles outside Sevastopol, Ukrainian SSR
Olena Stepanova shivers slightly from the feeling of damp leaves under her chest, separated from her skin by only the skintight material of her bodysuit. She doesn't much mind the cold, though - despite the wet, it's nearly summer, and her training had her enduring far worse conditions than this, as she lies prone on the forest floor, looking out at the Dacha through a pair of binoculars, covered in leaves to stop any glint that might expose her to the people she's looking at.
There are a number of cars out in the front courtyard, and more arrive as the hours tick on. They tend to be European and Japanese models, with a few Fords mixed in. Precious few are of Soviet make, reflecting the high status of those pulling up to attend the party. The old Dacha was constructed for one of the nobles of the Tsar's court, a haven by the Black Sea for the privileged, and it serves the same purpose today, as the holiday home of one of Gosbank's leading figures. The guests are mostly favored members of the Ukrainian Presidium, and some members of the national party as well.
The mission is simple. Olena thinks back to her documentation, now destroyed, recreating it in her mind and making sure she's got a crystal clear grasp on her target's features.
Time passes as Olena observes, more cars arriving, the party in the dacha beginning in earnest once the sun is down. It's about time to make her own move. She looks at the exterior of the Dacha. In the front, party guests arrive - mostly older men with younger women on their arms. Two guards stand by the door, but they don't seem to be checking anyone particularly thoroughly, probably afraid of offending high ranking party officials.
At the side, Olena sees maids step out of a servant's entrance, taking long drags of cigarettes in between shifts.
On one of her slow patrols through the woods around the dacha, the redhead spotted a set of stairs heading down into the the dacha basement. There's a guard posted there, but he has a tendency to wander off to flirt with the maids every now and then, leaving the basement entrance unguarded.
Finally, looking across at woods on the other side of the dacha, she sees a mirror glint from the trees, and raises a mirror of her own - signalling to the two other agents hidden by the car that everything is fine.
With her observations done, Olena starts planning.
- The first option is to go through the front door. Her contact for this mission - one of the Ukrainian presidium members attending the party - has offered to bring her with him as a plus one. Seeing how lax the guards at the front are being, she could use this to get inside without being searched. She'd have to wear a dress, though, limiting her movement somewhat. Also, the contact is pretty handsy, and will probably take the opportunity to make a move.
- The second option is to don a maid uniform and head in through the side entrance. She's been provided with the paperwork to get in this way, and it should give her a reason to go into some of the non-public rooms. However, maids will probably be pretty closely watched to stop them from stealing.
- The third option is to make a break for the back once the incompetent guard leaves, infiltrating the building stealthily and making her way up in the shadows.
- Another, less subtle option, is to signal her fellow agents and attack the building directly. The guards seem pretty incompetent and shouldn't be too hard to deal with. There is however the threat of Alfa Group, stationed with the Black Sea Fleet at Sevastopol, which is in range to respond by helicopter within a half-hour or so, meaning she should probably make sure she does things speedily.
Still, she thinks, there's no need to confine herself to a few options. She might want to make her own fresh plan.
Finally, another thought appears in her mind - not about the mission, but what happens afterwards. Her CIA minders would also be highly interested in that microfiche, just as much as her official paymasters in the KGB...
Tsorbaev Dacha - 10 Miles outside Sevastopol, Ukrainian SSR
Olena Stepanova shivers slightly from the feeling of damp leaves under her chest, separated from her skin by only the skintight material of her bodysuit. She doesn't much mind the cold, though - despite the wet, it's nearly summer, and her training had her enduring far worse conditions than this, as she lies prone on the forest floor, looking out at the Dacha through a pair of binoculars, covered in leaves to stop any glint that might expose her to the people she's looking at.
There are a number of cars out in the front courtyard, and more arrive as the hours tick on. They tend to be European and Japanese models, with a few Fords mixed in. Precious few are of Soviet make, reflecting the high status of those pulling up to attend the party. The old Dacha was constructed for one of the nobles of the Tsar's court, a haven by the Black Sea for the privileged, and it serves the same purpose today, as the holiday home of one of Gosbank's leading figures. The guests are mostly favored members of the Ukrainian Presidium, and some members of the national party as well.
The mission is simple. Olena thinks back to her documentation, now destroyed, recreating it in her mind and making sure she's got a crystal clear grasp on her target's features.
Target: Oleksandyr Andropov
Andropov is the chief of the Gosbank (Soviet State Bank) in Ukraine. Born in Kronstadt in 1920 to a sailor and a tractor factory welder, he's been a member of the party since 1938. He studied economics at Moskva State University and graduated with honors. After spending the first few years of the Great Patriotic War in an advisory role, he volunteered to join the Red Army - as an enlisted man, even though he was qualified for officer training - in 1943, and mustered out following the Fall of Berlin in 1945. His final military rank was Мла́дший сержа́нт (junior sergeant). Post war, he returned to his work as an economist, joining Gosbank and steadily rising through the ranks of the organisation.
Andropov has, for an indeterminate number of years, used his position to funnel money both to his foreign accounts, and to a number of figures both within and outside the Soviet Union.
Additional Details:
- Psychological profiling has identified Andropov as a charming sociopath with a compulsive desire for expensive goods and a luxurious lifestyle, with a sexually promiscuous streak. He's paranoid and careful, but not enough to refrain from flaunting his wealth, or engaging in liasons with women half his age.
- Andropov is a combat veteran, but there's no indication that he's been in a fight since the Hitlerite invasion. His threat level is estimated as low.
Mission:
Infiltrate the Tsorbaev Dacha and retrieve a microfiche film containing a list of Andropov's transactions and their recipients. The microfiche should be hidden within a painting in Andropov's office, according to a KGB source.
Andropov is a secondary target. If possible, agent should terminate him - though the microfiche is the priority and Andropov's life should not be taken if it will prevent the agent from acquiring the film.
Andropov is the chief of the Gosbank (Soviet State Bank) in Ukraine. Born in Kronstadt in 1920 to a sailor and a tractor factory welder, he's been a member of the party since 1938. He studied economics at Moskva State University and graduated with honors. After spending the first few years of the Great Patriotic War in an advisory role, he volunteered to join the Red Army - as an enlisted man, even though he was qualified for officer training - in 1943, and mustered out following the Fall of Berlin in 1945. His final military rank was Мла́дший сержа́нт (junior sergeant). Post war, he returned to his work as an economist, joining Gosbank and steadily rising through the ranks of the organisation.
Andropov has, for an indeterminate number of years, used his position to funnel money both to his foreign accounts, and to a number of figures both within and outside the Soviet Union.
Additional Details:
- Psychological profiling has identified Andropov as a charming sociopath with a compulsive desire for expensive goods and a luxurious lifestyle, with a sexually promiscuous streak. He's paranoid and careful, but not enough to refrain from flaunting his wealth, or engaging in liasons with women half his age.
- Andropov is a combat veteran, but there's no indication that he's been in a fight since the Hitlerite invasion. His threat level is estimated as low.
Mission:
Infiltrate the Tsorbaev Dacha and retrieve a microfiche film containing a list of Andropov's transactions and their recipients. The microfiche should be hidden within a painting in Andropov's office, according to a KGB source.
Andropov is a secondary target. If possible, agent should terminate him - though the microfiche is the priority and Andropov's life should not be taken if it will prevent the agent from acquiring the film.
Time passes as Olena observes, more cars arriving, the party in the dacha beginning in earnest once the sun is down. It's about time to make her own move. She looks at the exterior of the Dacha. In the front, party guests arrive - mostly older men with younger women on their arms. Two guards stand by the door, but they don't seem to be checking anyone particularly thoroughly, probably afraid of offending high ranking party officials.
At the side, Olena sees maids step out of a servant's entrance, taking long drags of cigarettes in between shifts.
On one of her slow patrols through the woods around the dacha, the redhead spotted a set of stairs heading down into the the dacha basement. There's a guard posted there, but he has a tendency to wander off to flirt with the maids every now and then, leaving the basement entrance unguarded.
Finally, looking across at woods on the other side of the dacha, she sees a mirror glint from the trees, and raises a mirror of her own - signalling to the two other agents hidden by the car that everything is fine.
With her observations done, Olena starts planning.
- The first option is to go through the front door. Her contact for this mission - one of the Ukrainian presidium members attending the party - has offered to bring her with him as a plus one. Seeing how lax the guards at the front are being, she could use this to get inside without being searched. She'd have to wear a dress, though, limiting her movement somewhat. Also, the contact is pretty handsy, and will probably take the opportunity to make a move.
- The second option is to don a maid uniform and head in through the side entrance. She's been provided with the paperwork to get in this way, and it should give her a reason to go into some of the non-public rooms. However, maids will probably be pretty closely watched to stop them from stealing.
- The third option is to make a break for the back once the incompetent guard leaves, infiltrating the building stealthily and making her way up in the shadows.
- Another, less subtle option, is to signal her fellow agents and attack the building directly. The guards seem pretty incompetent and shouldn't be too hard to deal with. There is however the threat of Alfa Group, stationed with the Black Sea Fleet at Sevastopol, which is in range to respond by helicopter within a half-hour or so, meaning she should probably make sure she does things speedily.
Still, she thinks, there's no need to confine herself to a few options. She might want to make her own fresh plan.
Finally, another thought appears in her mind - not about the mission, but what happens afterwards. Her CIA minders would also be highly interested in that microfiche, just as much as her official paymasters in the KGB...
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