Operation Sickle

By Xlibris US

The truth is out. Castro is giving up the Communist revolution. He must be killed before the United States gets involved with his legacy, who is converting to democracy and breaking ties with Russia and has sent one agent known as Stanis (the antagonist) to conquer Cuba. If he plays his cards right, he will be the next dictator of Cuba and the sole supremacist.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Aug 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499055818

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Copyright © 2014 by Michael K. Frenz.

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Contents

Saturday, 26 de July de 2000

Marta

Lima—April 2000

Guantanamo Bay, October 2000

Saturday, 26 de July de 2000

A achew, aachew were the first sounds made by Yuri Stanislavski as he climbed the steep facade of the Inca’s monument to the sun at Machu Picchu. Here, he thought, in the deep jungles of Peru existed one of man’s greatest architectural achievements. He did not know why he climbed the age-old monument, but without his daily climb at 5:00 a.m., he seemed to lose the sense of machismo, destiny, and self-confidence that permeated his character in this distant land.

As he reached the top of the layered mountain high in the Andes, his heartbeat pounded to the surface of his shirtless chest, worn and tanned brown from the harsh South American sun. His thoughts poured back in time to the Incas. Building the monuments here must have been the costliest of tasks, he thought. Each block was built on the one before it, each piece carried from mountain quarries miles away, then dragged through the jungle by work teams to the proper destination where the Inca master gave the miscellaneous stones shape and direction.

Yes, he said to himself, this could be a segment from the history books. I could be Pissarro, the Spanish conquistador. Both he and Pissarro had much in common, but for Stanislavski, the task of finding adequate labor was infinitely more difficult. In fact, the indigenous population was either too lazy or already corrupted by the very poison the Comintern fanatic was trying to export. He thought again as he turned and surveyed the tons of huge roble, pino, quinea, and other assorted trees. For Pissarro, the task had been simple: capture the Incas’ king and torture him until he gave the whereabouts of the gold mines. Today, things are different. The populace is much more educated. Communication with the Peruvian police is very extensive, which did not exist in Pissarro’s time. In addition, the ruins are now a tourist attraction rather than a holy city. All these facts contribute to the difficulty of Stanislavski’s job of