Free Shadow Flight (1990) by Joe Weber Page A

passing it down the ranks."
    "Yes, sir," the vice president responded, sliding back his chair. "General, check with SAC and see what they've found."
    "Yes, sir," Parkinson replied, shaking his head slowly in disbelief. "They should be into their third sweep."

    Chapter Five

SAN JULIAN
    Matthews and Evans could hear muted sounds coming from the hangar, but no particular sound was distinguishable. Both men had remained quiet since lunch, resting uncomfortably on the well-worn army cots. Their food trays remained on the small wooden table. The leftovers, hardened in the past four hours, were beginning to emit an offensive odor.
    Without warning, the heavy cell door opened with a bang, startling the two pilots. "On your feet--now!" the Cuban soldier ordered. "Follow me."
    Matthews and Evans looked at each other, shrugged, then walked through the door into the brightly lighted hangar. Two more guards, carrying AK-47 assault rifles, fell in behind the Americans.
    Both pilots stole quick looks at the frenzied activity around the Stealth bomber. A power cart had been plugged into the B-2, bringing the aircraft's systems to life. Teams of technicians swarmed over the warplane, taking notes and photographing the interior and exterior. A dozen panels had been removed from the fuselage and wings, exposing the intricacies of the bomber.
    Matthews noted that the guards behind them remained at least ten yards away. Well trained, he thought as they reached the entrance to the KGB director's office.
    Gennadi Levchenko, sitting behind an olive-drab metal desk, motioned for the pilots to enter. "Have a seat," Levchenko sai d p leasantly, adjusting his wire-rimmed glasses. His English, after years in the United States, was excellent.
    Matthews and Evans sat down on the long bench across from the Soviet agent. The three guards remained standing, blocking the only exit from the room.
    "You will have a cigarette?" Levchenko asked, placing a pack of Pall Malls on the front edge of his desk.
    "No, thank you," Matthews replied, placing his hands on his knees and arching his stiff back muscles. Evans, remaining quiet, shook his head in a negative response.
    "Well," Levchenko continued, then paused while he glanced at Evans, then back to Matthews. "We can make this easy, or we can make this difficult for you. Very difficult. The choice is yours."
    Matthews inhaled deeply, measuring his response, then exhaled. "You know our position. We are being held captive--prisoners. You, whomever you represent, have committed a gross violation of international law."
    Levchenko smiled slightly, clasped his hands together, then leaned across the desk. "So, major, you elect to make my job more difficult?"
    "My rank is lieutenant colonel, and you get nothing but name, rank, and serial number."
    "That will soon change, believe me," Levchenko said without emotion. "You will see."
    "Cut the crap," Evans said, openly bristling.
    Levchenko's watery, pale blue eyes hardened. "You are right, major. We will cut the crap, as you say."
    The room remained quiet while Levchenko stood up, walked menacingly around the side of his desk, then sat on the metal top. The KGB director was only two feet away from the Americans. Both pilots could smell his tobacco-tainted breath.
    "You will cooperate with me," Levchenko said in a pleasant, even voice, "or I will place you in a very undesirable environment until you change your mind."
    "A gulag?" Matthews responded, staring into Levchenko's cold, cloudy eyes.
    "Correct, colonel," the Russian replied, unsmiling. "A reconditioning course until you are ready to cooperate. You will cooperate, I assure you. It is only a matter of time."
    "You're wrong," Matthews said vehemently. "We are prisoners of the Soviet Union, or Cuba, and--understand clearly--we will not cooperate with you."
    Levchenko smiled broadly, then lashed out, backhanding Matthews into the side of his copilot.
    "You goddamn coward!" Evans shot back, helping Matthews regain his