by Patti Sheehy
Pino was furious. He railed against the incompetent system and the lazy intelligence officials, cursing them and threatening them with retribution. But all was for naught. Once again, Frank had gotten away. Once again, he had evaded Pino’s clutches.
While Pino had not managed to have Mederos arrested, he had gained an important piece of information: his address in America. Hoping it would come in handy someday, he carefully recorded it in a small leather-bound book. Mederos may have eluded him twice, but Pino vowed it wouldn’t happen again.
Pino’s other frustration was how long it was taking him to gain re-admittance into the Communist Party. It seemed like an eternity. Pino viewed this not only as an emblem of power, but as a testament to his ability to overcome adversity.
It took some time, but thanks to his friend, Torres, Pino was finally granted his wish. On that day, Pino gazed with pride upon the red document that contained his name, picture, and credentials. The captain smiled and brought his treasure to his heart in a gesture of affection, knowing it was the key to his future military success.
Finally, after painstaking work to prove himself to the authorities, Pino was named commander of the base at Santa Maria. This was the base where all his troubles began, the base he had left in disgrace, and the base from which Mederos had escaped. It gave Pino great satisfaction to finally be in charge here, and he planned to take full advantage of the opportunity.
Pino now had considerable power. As base commander, he had seven hundred men under him, including three cannon batteries, three hundred members of the infantry, and three hundred and fifty members of the Special Forces. He had handpicked his lieutenants, and he knew that at least one was totally loyal to him.
To the casual observer, Pino seemed rehabilitated. Unlike other commanders, he took a keen interest in the members of the Special Forces, congratulating those who performed well in exercises, those who excelled in academics, and those who exhibited political purity and revolutionary ardor.
This was not the way he behaved when he was a lieutenant, in the days before his trial, in the days when Lazo worked under his command. Although Pino’s behavior was reassuringly different, remnants of his old affect remained.
Periodically, Commander Pino invited thirty to forty soldiers to feast with him in the officers’ dining room, an invitation that was highly prized and eagerly sought. Waiters served elegantly prepared food and fine wine to the select soldiers in the beautifully appointed dining chamber. It was not only a coveted honor to eat with the commander, but an opportunity for members of the Special Forces to gain prestige in the eyes of their fellow soldiers.
Pino was exceedingly gracious, inquiring after the men’s well-being, their families, and health. He was known to say, “How about another glass of wine? Here, help yourself to one of these juicy steaks—a young man needs protein!” This was music to the ears of those soldiers lucky enough to sup with their commander.
Pino knew what he was doing. He took his time. He was in no hurry. He had formulated a plan, and now he was in the position to recruit the right man to execute it.
He had spent months—no, years—reviewing various scenarios in his mind, weighing their pros and cons, planning for contingencies, assessing the skills of the person needed for the job. He had to pin his hopes on one of these men, but which one?
Pino watched them all with a sharp eye, asking them leading questions that would shed light on their character, their risk tolerance—and most importantly—their total loyalty to him.
Eventually, Pino narrowed his list to five or six, eliminating men lacking the requisite intelligence, determination, and ambition. He needed a soldier with a rare combination of qualities to serve his needs.
And he dare not make a bad selection.
CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
After months of meetings, Pino identified two privates who filled the bill: Alberto Alanis and Damian Baez. Alberto was smart, loyal, and eager to please. He exuded a confidence born of his good looks and fine physique. He had a superior intellect and the added distinction of being top in his class, a real plus in Pino’s eyes. Several members of his family were active in the Communist Party, and there was no reason to suspect he would be anything but loyal to the cause.
Damian also came from a family of loyal communists, and it was no surprise that Pino found him even more engaging than Alberto. The young man was ruggedly handsome with a shock of black hair, sparkling brown eyes, and an aristocratic nose.
When Pino spoke, Damian hung on his every word, adding to the conversation in ways Pino found satisfying and insightful. Damian exhibited extraordinary patience, excellent judgment, and keen powers of concentration and observation, useful qualities under a variety of circumstances. Damian also had “the killer instinct,” a hard edge necessary to carry out his mission.
Pino was close to a decision. But he needed to be circumspect. He would approach both men carefully, feel them out, and watch for a telltale sign that would indicate the better choice.
One evening after dinner, Pino asked Alberto to join him in his office. Both men were in good spirits, having imbibed a bottle of wine between them. The commander extended his hand toward the chair. “Sit, please,” Pino said pleasantly. Alberto took a seat opposite Pino’s desk, careful not to let his spine touch the back of the chair. His feet were planted firmly on the polishedwood floor. Even under these circumstances Alberto knew it was prudent to obey protocol.
Pino smiled amiably, as if he had not a care in the world. He studied Alberto for a moment before saying, “I’m very impressed with you, young man. You have an excellent grasp of military matters, and your dedication to your work is exemplary.”
“Thank you, sir,” said Alberto.
Pino was not a man to bestow compliments lightly. Pino cleared his throat. “As your commander, there’s something I must talk to you about.”
Alberto looked into Pino’s wolverine eyes, and a shudder surged through his body. “Yes, sir.”
Pino hesitated before speaking. “Occasionally I get a call from Managua regarding highly sensitive missions. This information comes right from the top.” Pino narrowed his eyes, studying Alberto. “If a mission like this were to arise, would you be interested?”
“As an assignment, sir?”
“Exactly.”
“Yes, sir. Of course.”
“Good. Because it has come to my attention that the army has a mission on the drawing boards that would require the skills of someone highly intelligent, someone knowledgeable and earnest like yourself.”
Alberto looked confused. It was highly unusual for a base commander to discuss such matters with a private.
“What kind of mission?”
“Top secret—a special assignment directed at the highest levels of government.”
“Top secret?”
“A grave matter regarding national security. Do you understand?”
Alberto gulped and nodded. “I’m trying to understand, sir.” Pino watched Alberto closely. “Any questions?”
Alberto squirmed in his seat. “Could you tell me more about the mission, sir?”
“I’m sorry. I’m not at liberty to disclose any details. Again, this is a highly confidential matter.”
“I understand, sir.”
“The authorities have not made a final determination on the execution of this mission. But if it is to take place, I must have a man in mind, someone I feel comfortable recommending. Due to your excellent scholastic performance and your exceptional leadership skills, you are being considered.”
“I see, sir.” Alberto shifted his body in his chair, a slight smile distending his lips.
“I understand your family are members of the Party.”
“My father and brother are both Party members.”
“Then I don’t need to tell you about the importance of loyalty.”
“No, sir. My father has lectured me on that subject my entire life. And, of course, the force has reinforced his teachings.�
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“Of course.” Pino thought for a moment and drew his lips together while Alberto looked on curiously. “In this business, you must be scrupulous in following orders. You must remain above reproach. You must not question authority—ever!”
“I understand.”
“You also must be willing to risk your life for your country. And you must be willing to kill if necessary. Am I making myself clear?”
“Yes, sir, that goes without saying.”
“So, you concur.”
“Of course.”
“Say it!” snapped Pino, suddenly annoyed.
“I concur,” said Alberto in a tremulous voice. Pino leaned forward, placed his elbow on his desk, and rested his chin on his fisted hand. The two men regarded each other like boxers in a ring.
Alberto broke the silence. “Is there anything else you could tell me about the mission, sir?”
“There’s little I can tell you now other than the assignment is highly dangerous, and it is of utmost importance to me and to our nation.” Pino’s voice dropped its edge. “And, if you are offered and accept this assignment, you will be rewarded handsomely.”
Alberto’s face brightened. Pino watched the soldier’s expression with concern. He believed that monetary reward should not be the prime driver for the man who took this assignment. It would be a consideration, of course. But he wanted someone with fire in his belly—someone who would complete the mission for three reasons: loyalty to him, dedication to the cause, and love of country. In that order.
“I assume the assignment would be in Cuba,” said Alberto.
Pino’s nostrils flared as he inhaled sharply. “This mission will not be carried out in Cuba. I cannot divulge its location, but it would take place outside the country.”
For a brief moment Alberto’s face soured.
Pino watched Alberto carefully, unhappy with his expression.
“You seem concerned. Are you still interested?” Pino asked sharply.
Alberto paused before he spoke. Pino interpreted his hesitation as reluctance.
“Of course I’m interested. It sounds like an opportunity of a lifetime,” said Alberto. “Who wouldn’t be interested?”
“Good. But give it due consideration. There’s no need to decide now. I need someone smart and sensible, and you may be the man for the job.”
Pino stood and extended his hand. Alberto did likewise. “We will speak again. Meanwhile, this conversation is to remain between the two of us. Do I have your word on that?”
“Yes, sir. I understand. I will think it over carefully.”
Once Alberto left his office, Pino sat on his chair and expelled his breath. He didn’t expect Alberto to hesitate the way he did, and he didn’t like it. Didn’t like it at all.
Pino leaned back in his chair and propped his feet on his desk. What’s wrong with him? That kid should’ve been chomping at the bit for an opportunity such as this. Then it struck him. He probably has a girlfriend. Of course! A girlfriend. Why was it that the damn women always got in the way?
That was the problem with Mederos. Couldn’t wait to be with his honey. Well, I learned my lesson on that score. I’m not falling into the trap of dealing with another man whose judgment is compromised because he’s love crazy. If Alberto gets antsy to see his girlfriend, he could jeopardize the whole mission. He could get hasty. Careless. Sloppy. Then where would I be?
Pino lit a cigarette and dropped his gold lighter onto his desk. It landed with a thud. Memories of the sugarcane fields flashed through his mind. The stakes surrounding this mission are too high. This guy is bright, but I can’t chance it. He shook his head. No, I can’t take a chance, not when I could face a court martial for what I plan to do.
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
A couple of days elapsed before Pino decided to discuss the mission with Damian. He was still disappointed with Alberto’s reaction and was hoping this interview would prove more fruitful.
The two men met in the officers’ dining room, where they dined on steak and lobster, and finished their meal with snifters of brandy. Pino lead the way back to his office and switched on the light. A dog barked in the distance. The hum of insects grated the evening air.
Pino was eager to begin the conversation. It was time—past time—for his mission to get under way. After both men settled in their chairs, Pino turned to Damian, and said, “I have a serious matter to discuss with you.” The commander’s demeanor was somber.
“Please,” said Damian, nodding to Pino.
“I’m obliged to inform you that there exists a grave threat to Cuba’s national security.”
Damian’s back stiffened. “I’m sorry to hear that, sir. Can I help in some way?”
Pino thought for a moment. “Perhaps.” Damian waited for Pino to continue. “I’ve received word from the highest authority that a former Cuban—a worm—may need to be eliminated.”
“I see, sir.”
“Question: if you had the opportunity to kill a traitor, someone who was a threat to this nation’s very existence, would you take it?”
A feral look flashed in Damian’s eyes. Pino liked it.
“Without hesitation,” said Damian.
“Why?”
“A traitor is a threat to everything Cuba stands for—our traditions, our values, our way of life. I’d have no trouble stomping out a worm. Anyone who has betrayed the Motherland deserves to be killed.”
“True.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I’m awaiting orders—nothing is certain, mind you. But I’ve been asked to recommend a man who would be willing to carry out an important mission if necessary. And I thought of you.”
“I appreciate the thought, sir.”
Pino glanced out the window before he returned his gaze to Damian. The moon lit the sky with a stainless steel glow.
“Due to the classified nature of this mission, the man selected will have the full backing of the Cuban government. No matter where you go, no matter what you do, you will have a safety net. All resources will be brought to bear to make the mission successful.”
“That’s good to know,” said Damian.
The young soldier glanced at the ceiling as if in deep thought. Pino interrupted his reverie. “In case you were wondering, considerable compensation awaits the man who accepts this assignment.”
Damian looked unimpressed. Since he did not respond, Pino continued, “If you are given this opportunity, you will be granted the rank of full lieutenant as soon as your feet touch foreign soil. Upon successful completion of the mission, you will return to Cuba where you will take command of a Special Forces unit. With your new rank, you will receive a generous salary. You will be set up in your own apartment and will be given your own jeep.”
Pino expected Damian to smile, but he did not. He waited a moment for this information to sink in. Finally, Pino said, “You don’t seem very excited about the benefits.”
“Those things are of little consequence to me,” said Damian. “What’s important is that I be able to eliminate a worm that may threaten our country. It sounds like this guy could do a lot of harm.”
“He has in the past and he can in the future.”
“That’s all I need to know.”
Pino smiled inwardly, knowing he had found his man. Silence deadened the air for a moment before Pino asked, “Do you have any questions?”
“May I inquire where the assignment would be?”
Feeling certain of his selection, Pino volunteered, “Should I receive the go-ahead order, the mission will take place in the States.”
“Good. There are a lot of traitors there. And we know full well that they’ve infiltrated our military. The world will be better off with one less worm.”
“My sentiments exactly,” said Pino.
“May I ask how I would get there?”
“Just as the Americans have their people here, we have people in the States who would tend to you. The Cuban government will guarant
ee safe passage in and out of the country.”
“When will the mission occur?”
“I’m awaiting word from higher authority. I’ll let you know when and if it’s a go. Meanwhile, I don’t need to remind you that this conversation never happened.”
Damian stood and saluted. “Never happened,” he said, and turned for the door.
CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
Other than Torres, Pino had only one real friend in the army, one man in whom he could confide, one man who would tell him exactly what he thought without the usual obsequiousness: First Lieutenant Franco. A sandy-haired man with a double chin, Franco was as smart as anyone Pino had ever known.
But what Pino really appreciated was the man’s loyalty and wise advice. He had steered Pino in the right direction on more than one occasion. The two men saw eye to eye on most matters, and their friendship had withstood the test of time.
Late the next afternoon Pino strode into the lieutenant’s office. “We need to talk,” he said, closing the door behind him.
“Pull up a chair,” said Franco. “What’s on your mind?”
“I want you to know that I’ve identified my man for the mission.”
Franco shook his head in disapproval. “You know what I think of this ‘mission’ of yours.”
Pino waved his comment away. “I’m here to discuss the man who will do it.”
“So, you’ve chosen someone against my advice?”
“I have.”
“Who?”
“Damian Baez.”
Franco slapped his forehead. “Christ! And he’s agreed?”
“He considers it an honor—he can’t wait to kill a traitor.”
The lieutenant pressed his lips together and rubbed his temples with his forefingers. “What did you promise him?”
Pino shrugged. “He didn’t seem that interested in the reward.”
“But you promised him something, nonetheless.”