Warren Murphy Destroyer 130 Waste Not, Want Not

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He at least wanted to be certain that it was his version.
"I can explain," he insisted. "Is not actually my fault. Is his. He has gone
insane."
"Do not lie," Petrovina accused, chin aimed squarely at former Premier
Garbegtrov. "It is your doing. From what you have said, it is all your
fault."
"What did he do?" Remo demanded, exasperated.
"He stole Russian submarine and now it has gone completely out of control,"
Petrovina Bulganin replied. Her eyes burned accusation at Nikolai Garbegtrov.
"He wished to silence me, thinking I was only one who knew. But then news came
on television of cause of first two scows sinking. He now wants information
from me to stop submarine."
Remo looked around the room-from Petrovina to Korkusku and his men to
Garbegtrov. Vlad Korkusku was on his feet now, a chastened look on his sagging
face. Garbegtrov wore a hangdog expression of guilt.
"So we're all on the same side now?" Remo asked.
"I am on no one's side but my own," Chiun proclaimed.
"No surprise there. Everybody else?"
Vlad Korkusku spoke up for his men. "We will work with you," he volunteered.
"I want to stop sub," Garbegtrov pleaded. "It will ruin me if truth gets
out."
"Don't tempt me," Remo warned darkly. "A question for the room. Does anyone
here know how to find it?"
Heads shook all around.
"Great," Remo groused. "We're limited to water." He pointed at Korkusku.
"You're driving." They started for the door. Behind them Petrovina bounced in
her chair near former Premier Garbegtrov. She was tugging at her ropes. With
the others leaving, Garbegtrov seemed at a loss for what to do with the
Institute agent.
"Are you going to cut me loose?" she demanded.
"You already cut me loose, baby," Remo replied. "Or did you forget your
post-eavesdropping snit?" With Chiun and the others, Remo was heading out the
door. Petrovina screeched after him.
"I have keys to boat!"
At the door, Remo stopped. His Russian entourage plowed into one another
behind him. At Remo's elbow, Chiun's weathered face puckered unhappily. The
old Korean could see the look of surrender on his pupil's face.
"Just remove the harpy and take her keys," Chiun spit. "No good has ever come
of consorting with Russian women."
Remo sighed. "I'm sure it'd be easier," he admitted. "But I've already dumped
my share of bodies for the day."
He trudged resignedly back to Petrovina.
Chapter 19
Captain Gennady Zhilnikov did not like having civilians aboard his boat.
Unfortunately he didn't have much of a choice. His entire crew were
technically civilians. Yes, they had all been sailors at one time. But now
they were common civilians. Just like Captain Zhilnikov himself.
It seemed somehow fitting. After all, civilian money had bought and paid for
his boat.
Not originally. Way back when the world made sense, the construction of the
Charlie-class nuclear attack submarine Novgorod had been financed by the
glorious Union of Soviet Socialist Republics. No, only its theft had been paid
for by civilians.
The Novgorod was one of the many submarines in the Atlantic fleet that had
been retired at the end of the Cold War. Towed to an abandoned Latvian
shipyard on the Gulf of Riga, the submarine was added to the lengthy list of
vintage craft from the Russian navy slated to be dismantled or scuttled in the
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Arctic Sea.
The Novgorod was docked for months. A sad, silent, rusting symbol of another
era.
When the Russian empire began to collapse faster than anyone had imagined, the
republics along her western border quickly claimed independence from Moscow.
Along with independence, Latvia claimed ownership of all of the vessels docked
within her borders. This included the Novgorod.
Russia hemmed and hawed for a time about wanting the ships returned. In time
Moscow decided it would be easier to let someone else worry about disposing of
the obsolete vessels. Russia turned control of the boats over to Latvia.
After claiming victory over its former master, Latvia suddenly realized that
it had no idea what to do with the rusting hulks it now owned. It was years
before someone up the chain of command in the newly independent country
decided that a detailed inventory should be made. When the task was finally
undertaken, no one noticed that one of their decommissioned Russian submarines
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