As director of the elite Foreign Counterintelligence Activity, author Stuart Herrington was the U.S. Army's top counterintelligence officer. In this thrilling and informative account he details one of the most damaging and delicate cases of espionage ever committed against the United States. Between 1972 and 1988, thousands of highly classified documents were sold to the Soviet Union and her Warsaw pact surrogates. They were secrets so sensitive that had war broken out in Central Europe, our ability to defend our NATO allies would have been seriously compromised. It was up to Herrington and his team to root out the elusive spy ring responsible for this treachery. An intriguing page-turner with more twists and turns than a spy novel, Traitors Among Us guides us through the intricate spy catcher's world of Cold War Berlin, showing us how the "game" was played when the stakes were as high as national survival. "Herrington is a natural storyteller who effectively evokes the spy-laden atmosphere of Cold War Berlin.-Publishers Weekly "[Traitors Among Us] surpasses any spy fiction. Herrington weaves his story well: the hours of stalking and investigating, the international legal hassles, and unexpected twists keep the reader on the edge at all times....Highly recommended."-Library Journal "This interest-holding memoir will engross espionage buffs."-Booklist Traitors Among Us Inside the Spy Catcher's World By Stuart A. Herrington Harvest Books Copyright ©2000 Stuart A. Herrington All right reserved. ISBN: 9780156011174 Chapter One 1: Operation Lake Terrace East Berlin: Summer 1985 The operations officer of the KGB's Karlshorst Detachment tossedthe message into a classified waste bin and scowled. Twice in oneweek his superiors at the Moscow Center had laid down the law. Karlshorst'sfailure to place a new agent inside the American signals intelligencesite in West Berlin was unacceptable.     The colonel knew that he and his men were paying the price forsuccess. For almost three years, fate had smiled on the men of theKGB's Third Chief Directorate, whose job it was to penetrate Americanintelligence units on the other side of the antifascist wall. In1982, a brash American sergeant had literally appeared on the Sovietdoorstep and volunteered to serve as Moscow's man in Field StationBerlin, the high-tech electronic eavesdropping post that was theKGB's top-priority target. From their bases in West Berlin, thecolonel knew, the Americans and their allies were carrying out anunrelenting intelligence collection campaign against Soviet andWarsaw Pact forces. The field station was the enemy's most dangerousunit, but the colonel and his Karlshorst team had it well covered?atleast until recently.     For three years, the American sergeant had plundered the sensitivefacility, exchanging thousands of pages of highly classified documentsfor a great motivator?stacks of hundred-dollar bills. Theman, code-named Paul, was arrogant?his ego required constantstroking?but he was bold. The operation was a KGB officer's dream.With each pickup of top-secret documents, the Karlshorst Detachmentwas able to provide the Moscow Center with a clearer pictureof the remarkable capabilities that the Americans and their technologywizards had packed into the mountaintop installation.     All had benefited from the operation. The colonel and several ofhis case officers had received promotions and decorations. The Centerwas well pleased, and it directed its petulant carping at some otherunfortunate operational element. Technicians in the KGB'ssupersecret Sixteenth Directorate pored over the stolen documents providedby Paul and busily pondered ways to counter the Americans'electronic warfare systems.     Then the good life came to an abrupt halt. The Americans transferredthe valuable agent to a new assignment in the United States?NewJersey, the colonel seemed to recall. There the greedy sergeantwould be controlled by KGB colleagues working under cover at theUnited Nations. The transfer of their agent was traumatic for Karlshorst.With its top-producing source gone, the detachment's productionplummeted. Soon the Center began its incessant badgering.Moscow analysts had become spoiled by the steady flow of secrets thathad flowed from East Berlin.     "Where is the man's replacement?" Moscow demanded. "Thatfield station is your highest priority. It must be covered. Failure is outof the question."     The colonel summoned his secretary, the dumpy Ukrainian wifeof one of his case officers. East Germans could not be trusted. "TellKiryukhin to see me as soon as he gets in," the colonel growled.     For several months, case officer Valery Mikhailovich Kiryukhinhad been touting his latest lead as a worthy successor to the departedAmerican sergeant. Tall, good looking, and given to wearing Americanjeans acquired during a tour at the Soviet Mission to the UnitedNations, Kiryukhin could be unnervingly arrogant and overbearing."Telephone