Третья мировая война 1946 - Красная волна - Сталин атак впервые - Альтернативная история

Третья мировая война 1946 - Красная волна - Сталин атак впервые - Альтернативная история
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Reshuffling The Deck by RangerElite

Intelligence in WWIII 1946

9 September 1946

0700
Meeting of the Special Services Group,
Central Intelligence Agency,
Meeting Room 34, D Ring,
The Pentagon,
Alexandria, Virginia

In Attendance:
Director of Central Intelligence, Lieutenant General William Donovan
Deputy Director of Operations, Allen Welsh Dulles
United States Navy Captain Roscoe H. Hillenkoeter,
Captain of BB-62 USS Missouri, and former Chief of Intelligence to CINCPAC
Officer William E. Colby,
former OSS Jedburgh commander, Southern France
United States Army Lieutenant Colonel Archimedes L.A. Patti,
former OSS station chief, Kunming, China, Far East analyst for the Army War Plans Division
United States Army Colonel Aaron Bank,
former OSS Jedburgh commander and architect of Operation Iron Cross
United States Army Lieutenant Colonel Russell W. Volkmann,
former commander of U.S. and Filipino guerrilla forces in Northern Luzon, The Philippines
Executive Secretary to the DCI, Miss Michelle Ryan, recording minutes of the meeting...

“Gentlemen, please be seated.” General Donovan calls the meeting to order. “Is there any past business that anyone wants to address before we continue?” says General Donovan. All the men present shake their heads. “Very well then, let's get going. This meeting is to address several security breaches that we've encountered recently, especially in regard to counter-intelligence. I've already spoken with President Truman about this issue, among others. We will transferring counter-intelligence operations to the F.B.I. God knows that I hate to admit it, but that son-of-a-bitch, Hoover, put together a damned good espionage and counter-intelligence unit before, and during, the war.” Gasps from all the men assembled in the room, then Dulles speaks up “Aren't those cocky bastards going to get piggy and withhold information from us, Bill?” “No, Allen, they won't. I got a promise from the President that we would get full cooperation and access form the acting director of the F.B.I. No fuss, no muss.” Dulles looked visibly relieved to hear that. “Now, next order of business, selection of the new Deputy Director of Central Intelligence. I believe we all know why Captain Hillenkoeter is here, so allow me to introduce him into our happy little circle. Roscoe, say hello to the fellas...” Hillenkoeter stands up and shakes hands with everyone in the room, except for the secretary. “He is currently the Commanding Officer of the Mighty Mo, but after this meeting, he will disappear from the Navy's active list, as soon as he jumps down our rabbit hole” says Donovan, everyone now chuckling “Congratulations are in order, Roscoe. No mere mortal is selected to serve so close to me” again Donovan says. “Thank you, General. You will not be disappointed” Hillenkoeter says.

“I believe that you some important information for us, Allen, regarding what we will call the Burgess Incident?” Dulles stands up and begins to deliver his report. To sum the report up, Burgess is suspected to have communist ties, going all the way back to his days at Cambridge University, in the 1930's. All leads are being followed, but since there is no one they know they can trust in British MI6, this sensitive and explosive information was passed along to Prime Minister Clement Attlee himself, via diplomatic pouch. The cover story of his murder by Irish gangsters from Boston has been maintained, as a useful fiction. “Despite their vindication, I'm damned glad that I exiled those two rogues, Clark and Chavez, for that caper. Maybe working directly with the Germans will teach them some professionalism!” exclaimed General Donovan.

“Now, I'd like to introduce to this meeting four very fine gentlemen,” announces General Donovan “all masters of their trade, including one man in particular, whom I was saddened to lose to the Army: Colonel Aaron Bank, one of the finest Jeds that has ever served under my command, Officer William Colby, another of one my finest Jeds, Lieutenant Colonel Archimedes Patti, our former station chief in Kunming, China, and keeper of all knowledge of all things Asian, and last, but certainly not least, Lieutenant Colonel Russell Volkmann, the commander of American and Filipino guerrilla resistance in Northern Luzon, The Philippines, in the last war. Gentlemen, please present your reports. Colonel Bank and Lieutenant Colonel Volkmann, you may proceed first.”

“Thank you, General” Colonel Bank says before he continues, “Lieutenant Colonel Volkmann and I have been exploring a concept for creating within the Army, combat units trained in unconventional and guerrilla warfare, capable of being dropped behind enemy lines, to disrupt and harrass the enemy's rear area and supply lines. They can also be utilized to train indigenous insurgents in guerrilla techniques and tactics, these being applied as a proxy force, to minimize casualties among our own forces.” Bank continues, “We need some help in convincing the Army Chief of Staff, and OCSCC, that this is a fully feasible idea, capable of reaping rewards immediately, in the current war, and in future conflicts. If the gentlemen will please reference the copy of of our report, left at every seat...” And as the men, most especially General Donovan and Captain Hillenkoeter, perused the the materials before them, Bank and Volkmann looked at each other, then back at the men seated around the table, and felt encouraged for the first time in this meeting. “We have all the information we need here, Colonel Bank. As usual, your planning is meticulous, down to every dotted 'i' and crossed 't'. I will bring this up at the next cabinet meeting, with the President and the Secretary of War. Your “Special Forces” command will be stood up by the end of the year.” General Donovan now turns to Colby, “William, what news do yu have from your contacts in the French Maquis?” Colby, appearing apprehensive, clears his throat, before continuing “It doesn't look good for non-communist Maquis cells all over Western Europe. French communists are rooting out our network, with the help of the NKVD and GRU. We need to engage in some sort of deception, so they don't find our agents so quickly, perhaps something like a planned disinformation campaign, akin to what we did to the Nazis before the Overlord landings” As Donovan shoots a blank stare at Colby, he continues, “and the French government in exile is far less likely than before to extend any help to us, since forced them to give up their overseas colonies, except in the West Indies and South America. This time, we have to go it alone, since we still don't know how far up the leaks in the British government go. For all we know, Attlee maybe passing sensitive information to the Soviets himself...”

Donovan bolts straight up in his chair, “Now wait a minute there, Colby! Do you have any PROOF that Attlee is a spy?!? If not, then I suggest that you keep a lid on that kind of talk. There's nothing better that the Reds would love than us at each others' throats. So, until you have proof, Colby, shut the hell up!” Nobody, except Bank, had seen General Donovan this furious before, and would die just as happy if they never saw it again.

After allowing everyone in the room to cool off, somewhat, and the General to regain his composure, the meeting continued, with General Donovan calling up Lieutenant Colonel Archimedes Patti, to give his report on the Far East, “Thank you, General, and gentlemen. This is the situation on the Asian continent, as the time this information was compiled: Contact was made with General Sun Li-jen of the National Revolutionary Army of China, by one of our operatives, Major James Van Der Haas, also a classmate of the General's at the Virginia Military Institute. From additional reconnaissance provided to us by paid assets in the area, it appears that the General is arraying his forces for a coup attempt. He has requested a staus of forces meeting with Generalissimo Chaing Kai-shek, and his Defense Minister and son, Chiang Ching-kuo, in Xi'an. We'll see how that turns out. On another front, in Indochina, nationalist forces are beginning to rally around a 24-year old Cao Daist militiaman, named Trinh Minh The. In a few short months, he has forcefully taken over the VNQDD, the Vietnamese version of the Chinese Kuomintang, and has formed an opposition army using his Cao Dai militia, Lien Minh, as the nucleus, and now receiving training and arms from surrendered French forces at Nha Trang, in exchange for amnesty and asylum. Intelligence reports seem to indicate that upon hearing about this, the Vietnamese Emperor, Bao Dai, made his way back to Saigon, and withdrew his support from Ho Chi Minh's Viet Minh, and gave it to Trinh's Vietnamese National Army...” General Donovan gives Patti a quizzical look, “I thought this guy Ho was our guy? Are you telling me that he's not our fair-haired boy anymore?” Patti looks him directly in the eye and says, “No, he isn't. He never was. He was always just angling for us to keep France off his back, while he consolidated power. We have developed some new information on him, from a friend of mine, who used to be a member of the French Surete in Indochina. He was assigned the cases of the most dangerous communist and independence agitators. It seems that Ho Chi Minh was formerly known as a man named Nguyen Sinh Cung, a.k.a. Nguyen Ai Quoc, and he had a long record of agitating for communist causes from the Soviet Union and China, before he created the Viet Minh in 1941. I no longer consider him a reliable ally. As distasteful as it sounds to me, personally, I recommend that we throw our support behind Trinh Minh The and his Vietnamese National Army.” All the men present nodded in agreement. General Donovan breaks the contemplative silence, “Well, if there isn't anymore business to conduct, let's get out of this oversized coffin, and get some drinks...”

As soon as the room is mostly cleared, General Donovan grabs Lieutenant Colonel Patti's arm, “Let's talk, Colonel” he says to Patti, who is not comprehending, “Yes, General” was the only response he had available. When someone who outranks you says “Let's talk”, one had better listen, especially in the Intelligence game. “I admire your work on War Plan Red, Colonel. That proposal that you wrote, along with that idiot-savant, Halderman? Have you been ghost-writing for him the whole time?” The General grins, “I bet you had no idea that I recognized your writng style, from the reports you'd send me from Kunming, from a couple years back, eh?” Patti looked overly embarrassed “Well, Sir, I, um...” The General grins even wider, “No need to be embarrassed, Arch, I admire Halderman's work, too. But he is an unknown quantity to me, whereas I am familiar with, and trust you. I need you to do for me, what you have been doing in the War Plans Division, since you came back from Kunming. But I need you to do it on-site, to get me real-time intelligence, from the contacts you've developed there. Do you get what I've been saying, Arch?” Patti replies “Yes, General. I know that since you've had this conversation with me, it's already fait accompli. So, when do you want me to start?”

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