Contents
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Chris Ryan was born near Newcastle in 1961. He joined the SAS in 1984. During his ten years there he was involved in overt and covert operations and was also Sniper team commander of the anti-terrorist team. During the Gulf War, Chris was the only member of an eight-man team to escape from Iraq. Three colleagues were killed and four captured. It was the longest escape and evasion in the history of the SAS. For his last two years he has been selecting and training potential recruits for the SAS.
He wrote about his experiences in the bestseller
The One That Got Away
which was also adapted for screen. He is also the author of the bestsellers
Stand By, Stand By, Zero Option, The Kremlin Device, Tenth Man Down, The Hit List, The Watchman, Land of Fire, Greed, The Increment, Blackout, Ultimate Weapon
and
Strike Back. Chris Ryan's SAS Fitness Book
and
Chris Ryan's Ultimate Survival Guide
are also published by Century.
He lectures in business motivation and security and is currently working as a bodyguard in America.
Also available by Chris Ryan
Non-fiction
The One That Got Away
Chris Ryan's SAS Fitness Book
Chris Ryan's Ultimate Survival Guide
Fiction
Stand By, Stand By
Zero Option
The Kremlin Device
Tenth Man Down
The Hit List
The Watchman
Land of Fire
Greed
The Increment
Blackout
Ultimate Weapon
Strike Back
In the Alpha Force Series
Survival
Rat-Catcher
Desert Pursuit
Hostage
Red Centre
Hunted
Black Gold
Blood Money
Fault Line
Untouchable
In the Code Red Series
Flash Flood
Wildfire
Outbreak
THE KREMLIN DEVICE
Chris Ryan
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Epub ISBN: 9781409066125
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Reissued in the United Kingdom by Arrow Books in 2008
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Copyright © Chris Ryan, 1998
Chris Ryan has asserted his right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents
Act, 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.
This novel is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author's imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental
First published in the United Kingdom in 1998 by Century
First published in paperback in 1999 by Arrow Books
Arrow Books
The Random House Group Limited
20 Vauxhall Bridge Road, London, SW1V 2SA
The Random House Group Limited Reg. No. 954009
A CIP catalogue record for this book is available from the British Library
ISBN 9780099460077
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âFor what is a man profited,
if he shall gain the whole
World, and lose his own
Soul?'
For Janet and Sarah
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I wish to give special thanks to someone who shall remain anonymous but without whose editorial help I would never have finished this. To all my family and friends for all their patience and understanding. Also to Mark Booth, Liz Rowlinson, Katie White and Rachael Healey at Century.
GLOSSARY
ATO
| Ammunition technical officer
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Bergen
| Rucksack
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BG
| Bodyguard (noun or verb)
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Blue-on-blue
| Accidental strike on own forces
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Casevac
| Casualty evacuation
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CND
| Compact nuclear device
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COBR
| Cabinet Office Briefing Room
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Comms
| Communications
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CQB
| Close-quarter battle
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CTR
| Close target reconnaissance
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DF
| Direction finding
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Dicker
| Lookout
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Director
| Officer commanding special forces, generally a brigadier
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DOP
| Drop-off point
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DPMs
| Disruptive pattern material, camouflage garments
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DZ
| Drop zone
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EMOE
| Explosive method of entry
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ERV
| Emergency rendezvous
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Exfil
| Exfiltrate
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FMB
| Forward mounting base
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FOB
| Forward operating base
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FSB
| Federal Security Bureau, part of former KGB
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GPS
| Global positioning system, navigation aid
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HALO
| High altitude, low opening
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Head-shed
| Headquarters
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Incoming
| Incoming fire
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Int
| Intelligence
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IO
| Intelligence officer
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Kremlin, The
| SAS headquarters
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LO
| Liaison officer
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LUP
| Lying-up point
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LZ
| Landing zone
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MAC
| Military Air Command
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Magellan
| Brand-name of GPS
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Omon
| Special forces, Russian Ministry of the Interior
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OP
| Observation point
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PJI
| Parachute jump instructor
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PNGs
| Passive night goggles
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PUP
| Pick-up point
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QRF
| Quick-reaction force
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Rat
| Radio alarm trigger
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RTU
| Return to unit
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Rupert
| Officer
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SAM
| Surface-to-air-missile
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Satcom
| Satellite telephone system
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SAW
| Subversive Action Wing
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Scalie
| Signaller
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SCR
| Satellite Communications Responder
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SEAL
| Sea, Air and Land American special forces unit
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SOCO
| Scene-of-crimes officer
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SP
| Special projects
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Spetznaz
| Russian special forces
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SSM
| Squadron sergeant major
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US
| Unserviceable
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VCP
| Vehicle control point
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RUSSIAN EXPRESSIONS
Babushka
| Granny, little old woman
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Chush!
| Rubbish!
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Chyort!
| Damn! (literally âdevil')
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Davai
| Carry on
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Dosvidanya
| Goodbye
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Huinja!
| Bollocks!
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Idyom
| Let's go
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Isvinite
| Sorry, excuse me
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Kak dela?
| How goes it?
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Kakovo khuya sidite?
| Why the fucking hell don't you shift your arse?
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Khorosho
| Good
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Khuyevo dyelo!
| Shit!
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Konechno
| Of course
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Kontraktnik
| Professional soldier
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Mne zhalko
| I'm sorry
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Nichevo
| Not to worry
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Orushiye k boyu
| Stand by
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Otlichno!
| Great!
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Pojaluista
| Pleasse
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Polkovnik
| Colonel
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Poshli!
| Go!
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Poyekhali
| Bottoms up
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Prinyato
| Roger, got it
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Spasibo
| Thank you
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Starik
| Old man, veteran
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Starshina
| Warrant officer
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Tochno
| Precisely
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Uchodite
| Get lost
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Volite otsyuda
| Piss off
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Vas ponyal
| Roger, understood
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Vot beda
| Pity
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Vpered!
| Go!
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Vstali i poshli!
| Shift your ass!
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Vzdrognem
| Cheers
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Ya ne znayu
| I don't know
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Yefreitor
| Corporal
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Yestj
| OK
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Zdorovo
| Brilliant
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Zdravstvuite
| Hello
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ONE
With the tailgate open, the cabin depressurised and five minutes to run, we'd all gone on to individual oxygen. That knackered voice communication: for one thing, we had masks over our mouths, and for another the Here's four turbo-props were deafening. We were wearing covert radios, with throat mikes on our necks and earpieces under our helmets, but we couldn't use them until we were in the final stages of our descent, because of the risk that they'd foul up the pilots' comms.
Our PJI â the Parachute Jump Instructor from Hereford â stepped along the line of bulky figures, giving our kit final checks. The hold was so dark he was doing most of the work with his hands, following lines and straps with his fingers, pulling on rings and clips. Then the red jump-warning lights came on, like half ping-pong balls one either side of the tailgate. Two minutes to go.
Our kit made us cumbersome: GQ-360 chutes on our backs, oxygen tanks on stomachs, 120th bergens clipped upside-down on the backs of our legs and tucked high under our chutes, so that they rested against the backs of our thighs from knee to arse. Our weapons, 203s or Minimis, were tied with para-cord to our left legs. With that lot on I had a job to waddle to the rear of the plane.
As leader of the team, I'd be the first to jump.