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charged with, overrode the necessity of asking him a few тАЬroutineтАЭ questions.
He half expected her to go away, but she didnтАЩt. Claudia wanted badly to talk with
Miner and for good reason.
Five years ago, he had commanded a special division of Swiss intelligence that
tested the security of military bases and weapons installations throughout the tiny
country. Miner had been so successful at breaching security at the bases that his unit
was shut down for fear of further embarrassment to the military establishment, and
he was transferred to a different department of Swiss intelligence.
Not only had Miner commanded the special division, he had also created it. The idea
for the division тАФ known as Der Nebel or, most appropriately, The Fog, in English
тАФ stemmed from training Miner had received while on U.S.тАУSwiss cross-training
exercises in Little Creek, Virginia. Little Creek was where the U.S. Navy SEAL
teams involved in Atlantic, Latin American, and European operations were assigned.
It was also home to the NavyтАЩs Special Warfare Development Group, not to be
confused with тАЬDev Group,тАЭ the NavyтАЩs elite counterterrorist unit formerly known as
SEAL Team Six, which was based in Dam Neck, Virginia. The Special Warfare
Development Group was a SEAL think tank where new weapons, equipment,
communications systems, and tactics were developed.
The investigative affairs agentтАЩs long list of boring questions had been the last thing
Miner was interested in sitting through, but curiosity eventually got the better of him
and he ordered a copy of Claudia MuellerтАЩs personnel file. In his position as one of
the Swiss governmentтАЩs highest-ranking intelligence officers, he did not find the file
hard to get, nor did his request seem at all out of the ordinary.
Miner flipped through MuellerтАЩs file with only minimal interest. As he reached the
back, he slowed. The backs of files were always the most interesting part. Included
were her service photo, her most recent passport photo, and best of all, a magazine
photo from a climbing competition in which she had taken first prize. In sharp
contrast to the serious service and passport photos, this picture showed a proud and
energetic woman. Here, her ruddy face was flushed with adrenaline and the
excitement of competition. She was gorgeous. There was no need to put Claudia
Mueller off any longer. At that moment, Miner not only knew he had to meet her, but
he had to have her.
An hour and fifteen minutes away in Bern at the Federal AttorneyтАЩs Office, known as
the Bundesanwaltschaft, Claudia Mueller was studying the file of Gerhard Miner for
the thousandth time. Out of all the people she had spoken with during the course of
her investigation, Miner had been the toughest to nail down. Sure, Miner had his
reasons for being unavailable, and they all checked out when Claudia leaned on her
boss to speak with his contacts at the Ministry of Defense, but something bothered
her. Call it her Swiss fetish for organization. Something about Miner just didnтАЩt jibe.
Miner was fifty-three years old and never married. He was a handsome man, tall,
about six foot two, and extremely fit. His gray hair was perfect, as were his
expensive custom-made Italian suits. In almost any womanтАЩs opinion, Gerhard Miner
would be quite a juicy catch. She was studying the photos of him yet again, glued to
his deep brown eyes, when the phone rang.
тАЬHello?тАЭ Claudia answered, still staring at the file in front of her.
тАЬFr├дulein Mueller, this is Gerhard Miner of the SND.тАЭ Strategischer
Nachrichtendienst, in Swiss German, translated to the deceptively benign sounding
тАЬStrategic Information Service.тАЭ The highly secretive Nachrichtendienst was a
division of the Ministry of Defense and responsible for counterespionage for
Switzerland. Not much beyond that was known about it, not even by the most