Wednesday afternoon, September 19, 1984, Dreamland in the Nevada Desert–
The Boeing 747 touched own smoothly at Dreamland after having carried the newest version of War Club in its nose. The special configuration was adapted so that they could test the mobile targeting capabilities of the satellite. It was a resounding success. Every time it fired at a drone, it made a direct hit and destroyed each one.
Tom Crenshaw turned to General Martin and said, “Well General, I think we’ve pretty much proven the capabilities of War Club, don’t you agree?”
“Without a doubt, Tom. As soon as you can get that baby unfastened from the nose of the 747, I want it on its way to Vandenberg to be attached to the top of an Atlas rocket for launch. When do you think you can accomplish this?”
“We can have it mounted and ready by early next month, General. The next unit is just about ready. We can have the full compliment of 24 satellites in geo-stationary orbits by the end of next year. We just have to make sure this one is launched and over Soviet territory before they can launch one. I just hope Stillwell and Mary Anderson are successful in making the changes to the Soviet electrical diagrams. If they can launch before we can position ours, we may have our first ‘Star Wars’ battle on our hands in space.”
“I hope we can make it, Tom. The President will be thrilled. This of course, won’t mean global peace by any means. What it will mean is that no country on this planet will be able to launch a rapid ‘first strike’ by using intercontinental ballistic missiles against us. The weapons will be reduced to delivery by aircraft, which will be easier to deal with and we can blast them out of the sky with the War Club satellites as they try to enter our airspace. Like I said, we don’t eliminate war, just the use of deadly ballistic missiles and invading aircraft being used on the United States and our allies.”
Wednesday evening, September 19, 1984, deep in the Russian mountains-
Stillwell and Anderson rounded a curve in the last mountain they had to negotiate and the Cosmodrome came into view below and to the East. The sun was low in the sky and they had to get down from the mountain before it became dark, forcing them to travel using the headlights. The last thing they wanted was to attract attention to themselves.
Any vehicles they saw were going in the other direction and at that it was only an occasional truck that had delivered some supplies to the base. The local towns were supplying most of the food. The deliveries by truck were manufactured goods.
The Cosmodrome was still a good five miles distant from their vantage point high on the mountainside. Kurt accelerated smoothly on the downward side and they made it to the base of the mountain in 15 minutes. There were several side roads branching off to various villages around the Cosmodrome an Kurt watched carefully for the sign pointing to the town of Nestiary. It was the closest town to the Cosmodrome and they could hide the car in one of the farm sites that was chosen for them and then walk the remainder of the way to the perimeter fence, which would be about a three-mile hike.
Kurt was surprised that they hadn’t encountered any checkpoints along the way. He supposed it was because the Soviet economy was getting weaker and they could no longer afford to house so many troops all over the countryside. The effort was probably concentrated into the perimeter of the military bases and would mean that they had to be very careful in getting into the Cosmodrome. It was more than likely heavily guarded with all types of armored vehicles and dog patrols as well as a wired fence line.
Vicky awoke curled up in a fetal position on her left side in a cell lying on a bare mattress with only a wool blanket covering her. Her jail cell was in the military barracks. There were no windows in the room that housed the cells. For that, she was grateful.
The weather was turning colder and windows would only mean more cold air. It was cold enough in this room as it was. The temperature must be near 70 degrees Fahrenheit. She was shivering because she was naked underneath the blanket and they had not even given her prisoner coveralls. She remembered what had happened before she blacked out in the office of the military police commander. Vicky moved her right hand down to her vulva, which was swollen and sore. The wool blanket felt like painful sandpaper on her wrists. They had been rubbed raw from the handcuffs and the skin had been chaffed in several places. She started to sob again remembering the pain and humiliation she had gone through.
She had been awakened by Boshnikoff’s temporary secretary. The woman told her she was not allowed to give her clothing, but that she was allowed to cover her with the blanket that another secretary had gone to get for her. She told Vicky that she was ordered to call the military police. The secretary had tended to Vicky’s cut mouth the best she could and was trying to comfort her when to officers arrived from the barracks. They allowed her to keep the blanket wrapped around her because it was getting cold outside. They put her in a van and took her to the military police barracks where there were jail cells in the rear. It was the Cosmodrome’s local jail, used mainly for drunken military men to sleep off the effects of too much booze.
They took her inside and made her stand before the captain in charge of security. Captain Alex Poltava ordered his two officers to remove the blanket. They pulled it form Vicky and the Captain gaped at what he saw. A lovely young woman with full firm breasts and a slim figure stood before him in nothing more than a pair of handcuffs, panties and gray pumps. Vicky was once again humiliated. She started to cry and looked at the floor. She didn’t try to cover her breasts this time. She was so depressed that it didn’t matter any more. The other two officers were elbowing each other and smirking behind her.
Captain Poltava said, “Well, I hear you are a traitor. We dispose of traitors in this country, young lady, but before we do, I