Target Alaska A Fools Journey

Standing on the bow of the fishing trawler, Ivan slowly looked around the harbor. A strong haze limited visibility to about five miles and the sun was beginning its descent toward the horizon. He turned and shouted to a tall man standing alone on the dock.

"Igor, there are no naval ships, the tide is going out and it's going to be dark soon. It's time we got under way. I'll take the lead ship; you follow."

"OK, but remember you have one of the suitcases and I have the other," said Igor.

"I still don't know why we have two suitcases. We only need one for this deal."

Igor looked around to be sure no one could hear him. "Little brother, you'll see. Anyway, it didn't cost any more to bribe those guards at the weapons facility for ten rods instead of five. Getting the stuff from the army was easy. It's the navy that's a problem."

After watching two crewmen board Ivan's ship, Igor boarded a second Russian trawler and greeted his own crewmen, who were already busy preparing the ship for departure. "Thomas, Victor, untie the docking ropes and prepare to get under way. Give me full power."

Igor watched as Ivan's ship pulled away from the dock and headed toward the open sea. He waited twenty minutes before he throttled the controls and steered his ship through the harbor to the open sea, following Ivan's route, but far enough behind to avoid being seen.