The Tretiak Agenda – Excerpt # 4

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A cadre of government officials plotting to secure unimagined wealth and power; an innocent woman’s death, and a grieving journalist who soon finds himself a nation’s only hope to avert unimagined political catastrophe.

 

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I’m pleased to offer you another excerpt from my eBook entitled:

THE TRETIAK AGENDA

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Jackson Lang finally arrived at Ambassador Agassi’s Chesapeake Bay-area residence well after nightfall. What the hell is Danko getting me involved in? he wondered repeatedly on the drive from Bowie.

This cannot be good! I hope this is the last thing he needs me for. I don’t need to get my ass arrested for breaking into some television big-shot’s house! Damn!

He turned onto an adjacent street, parked his vehicle in front of a line of four other cars, and waited. Ten minutes later a text message flashed with instructions. With a deep breath, Jackson exited his own car and made his way to Christa Delaney’s treasured, seventeen-year-old BMW. Lang gained entry and installed an eavesdropping device under the dashboard.

He then ran back to meet with Gregg Danko to deliver the receiver, hoping for an explanation. When the passenger made a move to leave, Danko’s right arm shot out. He grabbed the chubby man by the shoulder, digging his fingers into the fleshy tissue so fiercely that Aleksandr Makharov uttered a muffled scream.

Move and I’ll gouge your eyes out! If we don’t get that information back, I want you close by.”

Danko’s penetrating dark brown eyes were frequently likened to those of a shark. Devoid of emotion, they served only one purpose: stark, relentless intimidation. Nearly paralyzed with fright, Makharov was no exception. The Russian diplomat had heard enough stories about Danko to know his only response was to say and do nothing. His fear was palpable.

Get lost, Lang!

But … since you asked for me, I’m guessing—

Are you fucking deaf? Take off, NOW!

The young recruit wasted no time in returning to his car. Lang stared back through the rear-view mirror as he drove away, troubled by a foreboding he could not shake. This is not good….

After turning a corner and now out of Danko’s line of sight, the twenty-seven-year-old electronics expert parked his car for a second time and then hid behind a row of shrubs he’d passed moments before. Christa’s BMW was no more than forty yards away.

Lang’s anxious wait lasted for more than an hour. The Delaney couple finally bid goodbye to their host. Danko, parked across the street and several car lengths away, left as soon as the Delaneys stepped outside. He was certain of the route the couple would take.

Lang raced back to his Honda, waited for the couple to pass in front of him, and then turned to follow. Spotting Danko’s massive Ford pickup several hundred yards ahead, he maintained a safe distance behind as they all made their way to Bowie.

 

 

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The Tretiak Agenda: Excerpt # 3

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A cadre of government officials plotting to secure unimagined wealth and power; an innocent woman’s death, and a grieving journalist who soon finds himself a nation’s only hope to avert unimagined political catastrophe.

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I’m pleased to offer you another excerpt from my eBook entitled:

THE TRETIAK AGENDA

Enjoy!

 

 

 

    “Wow! Big house! Who lives here?

    “Yeah … the owners are loaded, but you don’t need to know. You got what we need?

    Lang nodded but said nothing as the two men approached the front door. Wilson disabled the front door lock and stepped aside as Lang swept past. Looking down the twenty-two foot long hallway in front of him and then around the corner in the den to his right, Lang located the house alarm. Extracting a small electronic device from his back pocket, he identified the code and disarmed the system in less than ten seconds.

    “Nice job!” Wilson muttered as he headed up the staircase alongside the front hallway. “Check out the first floor. Looking for an envelope from the State Department … blue dot on the flap. Be quick! I’m gonna look for the computer.

    His eyes swept the neatly appointed den, but Jackson Lang saw no sign of the envelope. Anxious about being spotted, he stole a glance outside the bay windows.

    He then moved back into the hallway and quickly searched the other six first-floor rooms. Nothing. Damn! Racing up the stairs two at a time, Lang joined Wilson in the large office across the hall from the master bedroom.

    “There’s another office down the hall with a second computer. Go check that one first while I look around up here for the envelope. No, wait!” Roy Wilson noticed two photos on the corner of the cherrywood desk.

    “This is the wife’s office. Can you access this computer?

    “I can access anything any time.

    “Hey! That’s a photo of John Delaney! This is his place, Roy? Why didn’t you tell me?

    “Never mind whose house this is. You need to forget that right now! Stop wasting time!

    “Check all outbound emails in the past couple of hours, and for any documents she might have scanned or prepared.”    

    “Will do. Doesn’t the wife work for the feds?” Seeing Roy Wilson’s annoyed expression, Lang turned back to the computer.

    “I know … forget her, too. I get it….Another fifteen seconds or so … okay, I’m in.

    “Be quick but thorough. I’ll be back in a minute.

    “Pretty basic stuff here,” Jackson Lang told Wilson as he returned from a search of the second level. “Nothing in the in-box … no e-mails sent today. No other accounts….Nothing. Is that it?

    “Yeah. No envelope here … doubt she’da used the computer in the other office.

    “So we’re done? I’m going to have a heart attack any minute now. I don’t do break-ins very well.

    Roy Wilson laughed. “This was a piece of cake. Nothing to worry about, Lang. If anyone spots us, just be polite and quiet. I’ll do the talking. We’ll be fine.

    “Then what?

    “Danko needs you for one more thing. I’ve gotta go pick some guy up so they can meet. Find a busy parking lot nearby and wait. He’ll call.

 

 

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NOTE: Excerpts will be posted weekly throughout the summer

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* I invite you to enjoy this political fiction thriller [here]

I welcome you to ponder the messages in my other book: Life Will Answer, and to view my other blogs–at this website [click on the My Blogs tab above] and also at Peak Oil Matters

 

 

 

The Tretiak Agenda: Excerpt # 2

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A cadre of government officials plotting to secure unimagined wealth and power; an innocent woman’s death, and a grieving journalist who soon finds himself a nation’s only hope to avert unimagined political catastrophe.

 

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

 

I’m pleased to offer you another excerpt from my eBook entitled:

THE TRETIAK AGENDA

Enjoy!

 

 

 

Two hours ago, Christa Delaney had been transformed from an occasional, tolerable irritant into a significant problem for Gregg Danko.

    If I don’t get that report back before she runs her mouth … it’ll be a fucking catastrophe!

    Time was a commodity Danko never wasted. Immediately after Aleksandr Makharov called to explain the switch, Danko contacted three associates.

    Twenty-five minutes later one of them confirmed that Christa Delaney had just arrived home—alone. Slowed by Friday afternoon traffic, it took Danko an additional twenty minutes to reach the Bowie, Maryland residence.  

    Danko’s assistant left as soon as she spotted him. A text message informed him that Christa was with two neighbors inside her home, as was a young girl assumed to be her daughter.

    For the next thirty-five minutes, Danko remained within eighty yards of the residence, yet managed to attract little or no attention from the few passersby. His impatience deepened with each passing moment.

    Any action was at present unthinkable. Witnesses or suspicions would only complicate matters. Yet inaction would be equally disastrous.

    The rising anxiety he found himself contending with was an unfamiliar foe. His reaction was predictable to anyone who knew him: he simply became more annoyed. Few enjoyed his company in those moments. Actually, few enjoyed his company at all.

    The marginal comfort of knowing that Makharov discovered the mistaken exchange so quickly meant nothing. Negligence was intolerable.

    Danko tried to convince himself that Christa had not yet discovered the added pages. Fifty-fifty chance she hasn’t read it, but just spotting the extra pages fucks everything up! I’m screwed the moment she starts reading them!

    Even after decades worth of effort, his secrets had held. But for all his careful planning, Danko could never have prepared for something so innocent as a spilled pitcher of water creating the potential for so much havoc.

    It’s all been perfect! Now this?

    Disclosure would ruin everything. It was beyond even Danko’s expansive capabilities to imagine the consequences. His American counterparts would no doubt be arrested for treason within hours, endangering his Moscow colleagues as well. The race would be on to determine which of the two factions would have him killed first.

    No, she hasn’t said a word to anyone yet. I don’t think she’s had enough time….But if—

    She’s not stupid. She’ll figure it out instantly … and then … fuck!

     Just then, Christa Delaney, her neighbor, and two young girls stepped outside. Bending down to hug her daughter before she left, Christa drove off.

    Danko was not far behind.

 

 

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NOTE: Excerpts will be posted weekly throughout the summer

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* I invite you to enjoy this political fiction thriller [here]

I welcome you to ponder the messages in my other book: Life Will Answer, and to view my other blogs–at this website [click on the My Blogs tab above] and also at Peak Oil Matters

 

 

The Tretiak Agenda: Excerpt # 1

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A cadre of government officials plotting to secure unimagined wealth and power; an innocent woman’s death, and a grieving journalist who soon finds himself a nation’s only hope to avert unimagined political catastrophe.

 

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I’m pleased to offer you excerpts from my eBook entitled: THE TRETIAK AGENDA

As is true more often than not, there’s no better place to begin than at the beginning….

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< Prologue >

Friday, September 10

You’ll be at the meeting this afternoon?

Mr. Danko! Of course … why wouldn’t I? Why are you calling me here? Is anything wrong?

You don’t ask me questions. Shut the fuck up and do what I tell you to do! Did you get my email?

Yes.”

Print the attachment. Makharov will head the delegation today. Business as usual … everyone exchanges documents.

Insert the pages I sent you into Makharov’s packet. Blue dot on the envelope as always to make sure he gets the correct one.

Okay. Should I review what you just sent me?

Really? All of a sudden I’m going to share my business with you? How about you just show Christa Delaney the info’ instead?

Why the fuck are you asking me stupid questions? I just told you all you need to know. Don’t fuck it up.

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Just a tease, I know. More to come….

NOTE: Excerpts will be posted weekly throughout the summer

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* I invite you to enjoy this political fiction thriller [here]

I welcome you to ponder the messages in my other book: Life Will Answer, and to view my other blogs–at this website [click on the My Blogs tab above] and also at Peak Oil Matters

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