The Orion Foundation knows the Web was up to something, the question was what. The Foundation can't very well ask the Soviets, who have a submarine that isn't supposed to exist undergoing a refit that wasn't supposed to happen. And Orion can't get much out of a mysterious top KGB agent assigned to the case, seeing ass he was propped up in the back of a Polish tavern, wearing that glassy-eyed expression that comes from taking one too many shots. The only option is to send a group of agents to the Gdansk, Poland, shipyards.