The game plan was simple. I would go to the Soviet embassy andmake contact with the re<strong>side</strong>nt KGB. We knew, in general, whattakes place when someone comes to volunteer in an embassy. Afterall, it's a daily occurrence in just about every Israeli embassy in theworld. We had to assume that it wasn't much different with the Soviets."I'll wing it," I said. "What the hell can happen? The worst-casescenario is that they'll keep me there and try and ship me to Russia ina box or something."We both laughed; this method had been used by the Mossad tosmuggle people back to Israel several times."When do you want me to go in?""I have to get back to Israel before you make your move. I dohave someone in archives who will report to me before he answers anyrequest for files or anything, but still I'd feel better if I was there.""Why? If you're covered, wouldn't it be better if you stayed herein case something went wrong?""What if the inquiry comes in from an unexpected direction?What if our mole is a case <strong>of</strong>ficer after all? Be<strong>side</strong>s, the reason for myvisit here is almost over." He smiled at me. "I'm here to ensure we getthe bid for the Mazlat with the American navy. I'm here to make surethat the right man gets the money and the <strong>other</strong> one is scared enoughto do what he has to." This was a reference to an operation run by theMossad from Israel, using a crooked Israeli air force <strong>of</strong>ficer who wasconnected to someone in the <strong>of</strong>fice <strong>of</strong> the American naval secretary.Ephraim lit an<strong>other</strong> cigarette; the room was hazy with smoke.I nodded. I knew about the Mazlat deal, and I knew we were gettingsome help from the in<strong>side</strong>. I would have preferred to haveEphraim stay. But I could manage without him.A1.THF OTHER SIDE OF DFCEPTlOX / 99"So when will you be leaving?""I'll leave right after I buy you a meal.""Where are we going?"Ephraim picked up the receiver. Turning to me, he asked, "Whatwould you like?""Not bloody room service," I whined."That's all I have time for.""Fine," I grumbled. "Get me a hamburger. Or, no, I'll have a clubsandwich."We were halfway through the meal when he looked at his watch."I have to run. I have a dinner appointment with a very greedy youngman.""I'll make my move the day after tomorrow," I said. "That shouldgive you ample time to get everything in order and stand ready.""Right. Now, you watch yourself. This is not some exercise in theacademy, you know." I could sense a genuine concern in the man'svoice."Don't worry, just make sure things are tight on your end. Onemore thing, what do I do for money? I'm running out very fast.""We'll see about that." He handed me an envelope. "Here's somemoney to tide you over, for the time being. We'll figure something outlater. Let's just get this one under our belt."I nodded and headed for the door, bringing my half-eaten clubsandwich with me. I stood there for a moment, wondering if there wassomething I had forgotten. I couldn't think <strong>of</strong> anything. I opened thedoor and walked out. I was alone again.There was very little for me to do in Washington. I didn't knowanyone. This was the worst kind <strong>of</strong> operation imaginable. My coverwas my real identity; I had no elaborate expense account. All Ephraimhad handed me in the envelope was five hundred dollars, barelyenough to keep me in the hotel. I was starting to feel down again; thewhole thing was more <strong>of</strong> a partachl than anything else.I was trying to act like a combatant in enemy territory, totally disconnectedfrom his country and family. But I was worse <strong>of</strong>f than anycombatant. A combatant's job is clear and very well defined; he knowsfor whom he is working and against whom he is fighting. Be<strong>side</strong>s, hehas no financial problems, and his family matters are, as far as heknows, in good hands. The fact that the people who are supposed toPartach: Slang for screwup.
take care <strong>of</strong> his family back in Israel will be busy trying to get his wifeinto bed if she looks only slightly better than Godzilla is somethingthat can't b<strong>other</strong> him because he's not aware <strong>of</strong> it, and probably neverwill be.To kill time, I walked the streets <strong>of</strong> the city, somehow always endingup in a large square where yuppies and homeless people sattogether on wooden benches, the yuppies trying to get some fresh airas they munched their sandwiches, the homeless staring at them, hopingthey would not finish so that a meal could be picked out <strong>of</strong> thegarbage.I had an urge to pass by the Soviet embassy, just to see where itwas and how I should approach it. But I knew that it would be exposingmyself to whoever was watching the place. It was better that Icome there on foot at the last minute and just walk straight in.I took the subway to Silver Spring, heading back to the hotel, onlyto find that I was far too restless to sit in the room and watch television.Tomorrow I was to make my move; I wanted it to be that timealready.In the evening, the downtown city took on a different look. Themen were still wrapped in suits and ties, although most collars wereworn slightly open. But the women had changed, going through atotal metamorphosis, unless, as was very possible, it was a whole differentbreed <strong>of</strong> woman out there. They were long and sexy and movedmore like cats than like any <strong>other</strong> animal, and the so-called wateringholes (better known as meat markets) were full.I made stops at some <strong>of</strong> them and sat for a while in conversation.But I was too edgy to feel comfortable, and by eleven I realized it wastime to head back.I got up early, and by the time I was dressed and into my thirdcigarette, I was starting to get over my habitual hangover.The sky was cloudy and there was a constant drizzle; the weathercouldn't have been better if I'd ordered it myself. I was wearing casualpants and a simple shirt with a yellow sweater. I was also wearing agray wind jacket with a fold-in hood. I would wear the hood whenentering the embassy; that way, no surveillance could actually see whoI was or photograph my face.By eleven, I was in front <strong>of</strong> the embassy. The weather had startedto clear, but there was still reason enough for the hood. The iron gatewas open, and the surveillance cameras didn't move in my direction. ILTHE OTHEK SIDE OF DECEPTIOS / 101walked quickly up the marble stairs and entered the main door.The place was virtually empty; there was no one but me and anunimpressive blond woman behind the counter. She looked at me,smiling. I walked straight up to her."Can I help you, sir?" she said with a heavy Russian accent. Iknew that the Soviets preferred to employ Soviet citizens in theirembassies whenever possible.I was fairly sure that the waiting area was bugged by the Amerlcanssince the access to it was so easy. "I would like to get somebrochures on the Soviet Union," I said."What sort <strong>of</strong> brochures?""Whatever you have."Her smile faded somewhat. "Just one moment, please." She turnedand disappeared behind a small wall. I saw a notepad on the counterand a pencil on a string. I took the pencil and scribbled the words "Iwant to talk to security" on the notepad. When she came back, shehanded me a thin booklet that looked as though it came straight froma printing house in the fifties. If this was a travel brochure, it wasn'tvery appetizing. I turned the small ad to face her. "Thank you, is thisall you have?" I said.Her smile was not there when she raised her eyes and stared backat me. "Why don't you have a seat, sir. I will see if there is anythingelse I might have.""Thank you very much." I turned and headed for the woodenbench under a poster <strong>of</strong> Lenin's tomb at night. The woman disappearedbehind the small wall again. When she came back, several minuteslater, she sat down in her chair, ignoring me. I couldn't see whatshe was doing behind the counter, but it took all her concentration.I had to wait patiently; at least she hadn't asked me to leave. I washoping that they hadn't misinterpreted the note as a threat to theirsecurity and called the police. Well, if they did I had a story ready forthem, albeit one I'd prefer not to use.After about fifteen minutes, a well-dressed, solid-looking mancame in from a door behind the receptionist. He leaned and spoke tothe woman and then left. She stood up and, smiling again, signaled meto come over.I moved fairly fast and leaned on the counter. "Yes?""We need your passport for identification if you want more information."Without hesitation, I pulled out my Israeli passport and handed itover. "Here.""Thank you." She got up. "Please have a seat." She nodded in the
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