Peter had told his network to relocate to their assigned areas six months before he broke away from the KGB. By now they would be in place with the names he had given each agent. Peter was sure these illegal agents now had no way of contacting the KGB unless they had decided not to move when he instructed them. The KGB had a record of their previous addresses, so with an intensive use of resources, it was possible the KGB could find one or more of them. After all, they had found him.

Peter had directed Harry and Mary Jane Hartford to move to the Leesburg area. If they were there, a simple phone book search may be enough. Otherwise he would have to set up an unscheduled meeting. He had to tell himself again that these people he was betraying were killers in waiting. They were all hardcore communists willing to die for their country.

The next morning Peter studied some local maps. Tomorrow he would find the Hartfords, but first he would do his homework and explore the area. He decided to go as far west on Route 7 as Purceville and then double back to the river crossing at White’s Ferry, from there go through Poolesville to the beltway and take 495 back to Tysons. It was a pleasant drive and traffic was light after the rush hour.

The ferry barge at White’s Ferry was interesting, a bit of private enterprise that would have never been allowed in the Soviet Union. He stopped for lunch in Poolesville and browsed in a local antique store, called Hearthside, recommended by the waitress at the restaurant. He bought some children’s books for Jack and returned to his hotel.

Peter was now ready for his first step to destroy the Soviet network of terrorists under his control. He had a late breakfast in Leesburg the following day. He bought a town map and stopped at a pay phone to look up the Hartfords. They were listed as living on Morven Park Road. Peter drove by the house, a small bungalow on the west side of Morven Park Road, set back from the road, fenced in yard, evidence of a dog in residence, the back of the house not visible from city street, the lot backed onto a wooded area. No good place to set up 24/7 surveillance team. He took several Polaroid shots, dictated some notes, and left the area. No car was visible.

Back in his hotel suite, Peter got out the supplies he had purchased in Leesburg. A ream of paper, sealable envelopes, latex gloves, and a pack of ballpoints. He cleared off the dining table and set up his portable typewriter. His concern was fingerprints. As far as he knew his prints were not in any system and he wanted to keep it that way. When he finished typing in the obvious data such as addresses, physical descriptions, and work skills, Peter added types of weapons in the house according to his own records, the mission assigned, training background, and personality information.

When he finished printing his report, Peter double-enveloped the three sheets of paper. The outer envelope would be removed before putting the information in Frank Batcher’s curbside mailbox. After dark he put his report in the mailbox and called Batcher from an Arlington payphone.

When Batcher answered, Peter only said, “Look in your mailbox” and hung up.

He would send Batcher one more report before going back to Amelia Island. The next illegal agent was a bachelor who lived in a rented apartment in Georgetown. Alias Oakley was a dedicated Communist Party member. His mission was terrorism in the Washington area. He liked to kill up close.

Peter wondered how this fanatic got through KGB screening. Oakley’s brother had been killed early in the Vietnam War in Hanoi, and he held the Americans personally responsible for his death. He had told Peter he would never be taken alive and hoped he would soon be given the go-ahead to start killing Americans.

Peter felt this was not a case he could trust the Americans to handle. If several of them got killed, Batcher would want Peter brought in. No, he would handle Oakley himself and then put his report in the mailbox.