Ch. 25 - Free City of Gdansk
2345hrs, January 20th, 2001
Stogi Beach, NE of Gdansk
Light Flurries, -7oC
The next half hour is uneventful, spent in the Krokodil as scattered snowflakes blew and swirled across the beach. Cautious watch on the strange inhabitant, or rather his shelter, further down the stretch, reveals nothing alarming. It's unpleasantly cold. Eventually, Ferro restarts the engine and Rodriguez climbs up to stand on the hull of the vehicle. He cracks the IR glowstick, which reveals no light visible to the naked eye, and begins swinging it wide through the air as a beacon. This is done for a couple minutes, with the American listening to the crash of the surf and staring out at the seemingly empty sea. If there's a boat out there it isn't close to shore or running any external lights.
"They're here." Kessler, motioning from where he's propped himself up through the commander's hatch to help observe. An inflatable boat has just emerged from the surf and partway up onto the ice and sand. There are three figures but only one climbs out. The individual making landfall pauses to quickly reach back into the craft to retrieve a pack, and toss back what might've been a life jacket. In mere seconds it's over. He's rushing inland, with the inflatable boat reversing and disappearing back into the concealing darkness and choppy waves.
A moment then follows before the visitor works his way up through the semi-protective dunes and scrub to the beacon (atop the waiting BTR-80).
"Swordfish."
"Mountain."
Even before seeing the arrival up close, Kessler can tell just from the spoken password & challenge, that the visitor is a fellow German. The amphibious operative is brought aboard and Ferro kicks the vehicle into motion. It spins around in the sand, forming deep ruts, and then begins cruising back along the beach. Little of anything is said as the Krok turns into a forested road (now not much more than an overgrown path) and heads inland. The return trip to the riverside compound is uneventful. Arrival is just shortly after midnight. It's now January 21st, 2001.
Upon debussing and entering the athletic club, Karel Janku is found waiting. Most everyone else is asleep, apart from the usual complement or lookouts and sentries. It's quiet, but warm and illuminated inside. Shaking off the cold, the group enters the small cafeteria. Karel, the BND's Czech operative, sits next to Kessler and the newly arrived German. They've never met but they seem to be well aware who the other is. Janku begins by outlining what might be a complication to the situation south of Gdansk. "There has been large troop movements of Soviet forces. Probability is high that they are elements of 42nd Guard Motorized Rifle Division, units previously deployed west to help contain US 11th Corps pocket." The Mad Dogs have tangled with this unit before so that's nothing new. What is a relevant development is that the division, deployed with half of its forces elsewhere, may now be consolidating. Unfortunately, Karel is unable to provide a reason. Possibilities include the 42nd GMRD may be finally dealing with the troublesome (NATO allied) Polish Home Army/Green Berets who're holding out in the Osiek area, an internal mutiny has occurred, upcoming renewed action against Gdansk, and many others. But it almost certainly means the upcoming Malbork AO will be more challenging. Highlighting this, Janku announces a recent setback for "Olympic", "We sent a reliable asset out to gather information but he has disappeared." Pausing, the Czech defector also mentions something else that he's learned. "There is severe food rationing in Malbork right now. May be relevant."
Msg #17 in the INTEL thread will provide last know information on the 42nd GMRD.