Clancy, Tom - Op Center 09 - Mission of Honor

by Mission of Honor [lit]

  It was Mike Rodgers.

  "Are you free?" Rodgers asked.

  "Yes," Hood replied.

  "We may have to blow the situation in Botswana to the next level," Rodgers replied. "We're meeting in the Tank in two minutes."

  "I'm on my way," Hood said. He hung up the phone, wiped his neck, and tightened the knot of his tie. Then he opened the washroom door.

  And, gratefully, Paul Hood began to move again.

  FORTY-EIGHT

  Maun, Botswana Friday, 7:00 P.M.

  The lights of Maun vanished, swallowed by the dirt kicked up by the truck. The vehicle bounced and rocked as it made its way over the dirt roads outside the city.

  The cab of the truck was dark. Maria Corneja was crowded between the driver and Leon Seronga. Pavant sat in the back of the truck. He was armed with a rifle and night-vision goggles.

  Soon Leon would contact the base camp. That was when they would reach the fork that took them north to the swamp or west toward the diamond mine. Leon needed to know where Dhamballa wanted to rendezvous. One of the Brush Vipers monitored military and police bands. Seronga was certain the Vodun leader had already heard about the bishop's murder. Seronga also needed to assure Dhamballa that he had nothing to do with that.

  As the truck pushed through the dark, Seronga turned to the woman seated beside him.

  "Shall I introduce myself?" Seronga asked. "Or do you already know who I am?"

  "You are Leon Seronga, commander of the Brush Vipers," the woman answered.

  "How do you know all of that?" he asked.

  "I cannot tell you," she said.

  "You're not being very helpful," Seronga said.

  "It's not my job to be helpful," she replied. "All you need to know is that I can help."

  "By revealing who killed the bishop," Seronga said.

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  "I have taken steps to find out who was responsible for the shooting," Maria told him.

  "Can you tell me what kind of steps?" Seronga asked.

  "I took photographs at the airport," the woman replied. "I've arranged for the pictures to be analyzed. Hopefully, my colleagues will be able to trace the identity of the people involved."

  "Colleagues in Spain?" Seronga pressed.

  Maria did not answer.

  "But you will use that information to help us?" Seronga asked.

  "I said I would use the information to clear you," Maria replied, "nothing more."

  "That will help us," Seronga pointed out.

  Maria acted as if she had not heard. "But I will do that only if you give me what I want," she said.

  "Which is?" Seronga asked.

  "You must release your captive, Father Bradbury," she replied.

  "What if that is not possible?" Seronga asked.

  "Everything is possible," Maria replied.

  "But your cooperation depends upon that?" he asked.

  "Absolutely," she answered.

  "Unfortunately, I do not have the authority to promise what you say is possible," Seronga informed her.

  "Then get it," she said.

  "That isn't going to be easy," Seronga said.

  "If political upheaval were easy, everyone would do it," Maria replied. "Without my help, your movement will die within days."

  "You're certain of that," he said.

  "Yes." Maria looked at him. "Whoever ordered the death of the bishop wants that. Assassinating an American prelate is a harsh opening move. I can only imagine what will follow if they do not get their way."

  "And you say you have no idea who they are?" Seronga said.

  "None," she replied. • "**

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  "Would you tell me if you did know?" he asked.

  "I don't know," she admitted.

  Seronga sat back. He gazed out the passenger-side window. A thin coat of pale mud made the moon a featureless blur. That was fitting. Nothing was in clear focus right now. Except the woman. She had the confidence of a cheetah. He turned back to her.

  "What do you know about our movement?" Seronga asked.

  Maria shrugged. "Not much."

  "Then let me tell you," Seronga said.

  "Why?" Maria asked.

  "You may be swayed by the righteousness of what we are doing," he said. "I was."

  "Mr. Seronga, I am from Madrid," Maria said. "I have listened to the arguments of Basque separatists and monarchists from Castile, all of it very passionate and at times persuasive. But when they break the law, I don't care what they have to say. I take them down." She looked at him. "I'm here to secure the release of Father Bradbury. That is my righteous cause. I won't be stopped. If you want my help, that is the price."

  "What if cooperating with us is the only way you will survive the night?" Seronga asked. He did not like being ordered around by someone he did not yet respect.

  The woman looked ahead. A moment later, she jammed her left foot on top of the driver's foot. The accelerator was crushed to the floor and the truck sped ahead. Njo Finn's shouts filled the cab as he struggled to steer. At the same time, Maria thrust her long thumbnail into the small of Seronga's throat. The nail rested just above the sternum. Seronga tried to push her back, but she used her free arm to brace herself against the driver's shoulder. That action also pinned Njo Finn against the door. The harder Seronga pushed, the more Finn was pinned. Finn could not interfere with her and steer at the same time.

  Maria pushed harder on Seronga's throat. He gagged. He could feel her long nail break through his flesh.

  The Brush Viper raised his hands. Maria released both men. She raised her foot from the accelerator.

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  "That was madness!" yelled Finn. "I almost ran into a tree!"

  Pavant pounded on the back of the cab. "What happened? Is everything all right?"

  "Everything is under control!" Finn shouted back. He looked at Seronga. "Isn't it?"

  Seronga nodded.

  Finn looked at Maria. She did not answer.

  "I'll take that to be a 'yes' from the lady," Finn said.

  The three sat in silence. Seronga raised his right hand slowly. He did not want to alarm her by moving quickly. He touched a finger to his throat. There was blood. He lowered his hand to his side.

  "Mr. Seronga, a killer for afamilia in Spain once asked me the same question you did," Maria said. "He posed a threat veiled as a question. Well, I am here. He is with the devil."

  The tone of Maria's voice was unchanged from before. This woman was as cool a warrior as Leon Seronga had ever encountered. But Seronga had been a soldier for a long time. He had nothing to prove to her or to himself. He had underestimated her. She had impulsively, foolishly put him on notice. He would not give her that kind of freedom again.

  The Brush Viper had slid his right hand into the leather pouch on the door. That was where Njo Finn kept an automatic. Seronga wanted to make certain the weapon was there. It was.

  Seronga relaxed and looked ahead. In a few minutes, he would call base camp for instructions.

  He believed that this woman might be able to help them. He did not want to jeopardize that or hurt her. But there was too much at risk to let her determine policy.

  He had already killed in the name of the faith. He had slain the two deacon missionaries.

  If necessary, he would kill again.

  FORTY-NINE

  Washington, D.C. Friday, 12:05 P.M.

  "Edgar, Paul Hood just arrived," Bob Herbert said.

  Herbert was talking into the speakerphone on the desk of the conference room, which was familiarly known as the Tank. The Tank was surrounded by walls of electronic waves that generated static to anyone trying to listen in with bugs or external dishes.

  "Good afternoon, Paul," Kline said.

  "Hello," Hood said. He strode behind Herbert and stopped there. Mike Rodgers, Darrell McCaskey, and Lowell Coffey were also in attendance. The men looked grave.
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br />   There was a thin monitor built into the arm of Herbert's wheelchair. When he was in the Tank, he jacked his computer and phone into a land line. He angled the monitor toward Hood and pointed toward the screen. There was a photograph of a small airplane. Herbert typed on the keyboard, "Just in from Maun. Assassin's getaway plane. Tracing number now."

  Hood patted Herbert's shoulder.

  "Paul, I was just telling Mike and the others that the Vatican wants to move against the people who are holding Father Bradbury," Kline said. "We are under a lot of pressure to take action."

  "Your office or the Vatican?" Hood asked.

  "My office," Kline replied. "Officially, the Vatican is calling for patience and a peaceful resolution to the crisis. Unofficially, they want the assassins caught, Father Bradbury released or rescued as quickly possible, and his captors apprehended and tried."

  "I can understand why," Hood said.

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  "We found the driver who took the two 'deacons' to Maun," Kline said. "His description pretty much confirmed what we suspected. They were not affiliated with Father Bradbury's church. We are looking into the whereabouts of all the deacons who serve or have served in Botswana, though we are relatively certain these men will not be among them. It looks like your agent may have been right. They could very well be Brush Viper imposters."

  "Could they have stolen vestments from one of the church residences?" Hood asked.

  "Easily," Kline replied. "We may have more information soon, however. The driver did tell us where he dropped them. The entire Spanish unit is converging on the area. The driver also put us in touch with the man who brought your agent to Maun. He won't tell us anything."

  "Maybe he doesn't know anything," Hood pointed out.

  "I don't believe that," Kline said frankly. "He won't even tell us where he dropped your agent. Surely he knows that."

  "I can't answer for what he does or doesn't know," Hood said. "Maybe he doesn't want to be involved in this. He could be afraid." That would not surprise Hood. Either Maria had terrified the driver or charmed him. Either way, he would not be talking.

  "Paul, I gave you access to that church to use as a data drop," Kline said. "I have told you what we know. As I was just telling Mr. Herbert, I thought we were cooperating on this."

  "Mister?" Herbert muttered. He scrunched his face.

  "Edgar, we are cooperating," Hood said.

  "Then I'll ask you the same thing the other members of your staff refused to answer, Paul," Kline said. "Where is your agent now? Is she still in Maun, or has she followed the two Brush Vipers?"

  Hood looked at Rodgers.

  "Edgar, this is Mike," Rodgers said. "As I told you a minute ago, we don't know where Maria is. She has not contacted us."

  "You have an agent in the field, closest to the scene, and

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  she has not called in to let you know where she is?" Kline said.

  "I have to assume she's been very busy," Rodgers said.

  "Either that, or she's not in a position to talk to us," Herbert said. "She could be hiding in a goddamn closet somewhere, eavesdropping."

  "Edgar, what reason would we have to withhold information from you?" Hood asked.

  No one said anything for a moment. Hood could think of many reasons. No doubt Kline could as well. But this was not the time to go into them. Which was why Hood had asked the question.

  "You've got other agents en route," Kline said. "How are they going to rendezvous with her?"

  "We're hoping she will contact us so we can relay the information to them," Rodgers said.

  "Well, while you're waiting for that, we're going to find the Brush Vipers," Kline said.

  "I wish you luck, Edgar," Hood said. "I sincerely do."

  "We're going to find them and do whatever it takes to stop them from terrorizing our missionaries. What I don't want is for your people-more of your people, General Rodgers-to be caught in the crossfire in a foreign land."

  That last dagger was a reference to the loss of Striker in Kashmir. The general took the hit impassively. Hood did not.

  "If you want our cooperation, Edgar, you'll address my people with a little more tact," Hood said.

  "What I will do, Paul, what I am concentrating on doing, is bringing down the people who are attacking my Church," Kline said. "If anyone gets in our way, I'm sorry if they get clipped with a little tactlessness. They'll recover."

  "What about Father Bradbury being caught in the crossfire?" Herbert asked. "How much does that matter?"

  "I'm not even going to answer that," Kline said.

  "No, you wouldn't," Rodgers said. "Because you and I both know how the Grupo del Cuartel General and their Unidad Especial del Despliegue work."

  "Explain," Hood said.

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  "Paul, those soldiers hit hard," Rodgers said. "And they protect their own. They would sooner take out everyone in the line of fire than suffer any casualties. If you pursue your publicly stated policy of patience and peace, our people might be able to get Father Bradbury out safely."

  "And the Brush Vipers?" Kline asked. "How do we keep them from attacking us again?"

  "That's the responsibility of the government of Botswana," Hood said. "The United States government will push for intervention over the death of the bishop. There's no need for a skirmish."

  "Unfortunately, that call will be made by Rome, not me," Kline said. "And they feel they have to respond in order to protect missionaries in other lands. My job is to get them any assistance I can. What I need to know is whether you will provide assistance."

  Hood looked at the others. He did not see a consensus in their eyes. He punched the mute button on the phone.

  "Do we need to talk about this?" Hood asked.

  "Yeah," Herbert said. "We do."

  "Do we have Edgar's number?" Hood asked.

  Herbert nodded.

  Hood deactivated the mute. "Edgar, we'll call you back in ten minutes," Hood said.

  "I'll be waiting," Kline said and hung up.

  Hood moved from behind Herbert. He leaned on the table. "All right. First, where is Maria?" he asked.

  "She's heading north, off-road, to points unknown," Herbert said. "Her driver, Paris Lebbard, saw where Maria went."

  "Is he following them?" Hood asked.

  "No," Herbert replied. "But Lebbard saw the off-road direction they took. That was all we needed. We had Viens look for them with the GOSEE-9."

  The GOSEE-9 was the Geosynchronous Observation Satellite and Electromagnetic Eavesdropping platform. The bus-sized satellite was positioned over southern Africa. It had wide bandwidth audio eavesdropping capabilities. Maria, Aideen, and Battat had each been given an OLB, an otbiter lo-

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  cator beacon. It was a device that looked like a pen and never caused a problem at customs. The OLB sent out a highfrequency pulse every thirty seconds. The GOSEE-9's onboard computer placed the pulse on a map and sent the exact location to a corresponding map in the NRO's computer.

  "What was Maria's last reported position?" Hood asked.

  "She was about four miles north of where Lebbard had reported seeing them," Herbert said. "We left that information on voice mail for Aideen and David. They rented a car in Gaborone. Their cell phone can't reach Op-Center."

  "Hell of a roaming charge if they could," Coffey said.

  "The towers in Botswana are too remote for a direct call," Herbert said. "However, they were able to call the satellite line at the United States embassy in Gaborone. The communications officer there is going to pipe them into a U.S. trunk line so they can collect their messages."

  "Why can't they just call Mike directly?" Coffey asked.

  "They can," Rodgers said. "But they may be in a place where they're free to listen but not talk. Or maybe they don't want their voices picked up and recorded by electronic eavesdropping."


  "Any call longer than two minutes is relatively easy to pinpoint through triangulation," Herbert explained.

  Coffey nodded with understanding.

  "According to the OLB signal tracked at the NRO, Aideen and Battat turned west before they reached Maun," Herbert went on. "They appear to be on an intercept course."

  "So there's a chance they can actually reach Dhamballa and get to Father Bradbury," Hood said.

  "Well, without knowing how and where the priest is being kept, that's difficult to say," Rodgers answered. "In theory, yes. That's why we want to give her a shot before the Spanish army goes rolling in."

  "But a clean rescue like that doesn't satisfy the Vatican's needs," Hood observed.

  "No. They got into this to crush a rebellion," Rodgers said. "We got in to save a priest and help an ally."

  "Still, we may end up with a war," Herbert said. He tapped

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  the photograph of the airplane. "We still don't know who shot Bishop Max or why."

  "Put aside the ethics of this for the moment," Hood said. "Does preventing the removal of the Brush Vipers and Dhamballa from Botswana hasten or delay a war? Does it buy us time?"

  "You mean, if there's a third party involved?" Herbert asked.

  "Right," Hood said.

  "I would say it slows things down," Herbert said. "Whoever killed Bishop Max obviously wanted Dhamballa to take the fall for the murder and get crushed for it," Herbert said.

  "So an attack by the Spanish soldiers against the Brush Vipers helps whoever killed the bishop," Hood said.

  "This is all very speculative, but yes," Herbert said. "For all we know, the Spanish could have done it. Or the assassins could have been sent by Gaborone. Maybe they were looking for a reason to shut down Dhamballa."

  "Excuse me, but aren't we obligated to support the legal government?" Coffey asked.

  "Is a government that murders an innocent American citizen lawful?" Rodgers asked.

  "That's assuming Botswana had a part in his death," Hood said.

  "I said legal not lawful," Coffey pointed out. "We all know that legal governments sometimes do unlawful things."

  "I'm shocked," Herbert said.

  "Look, that's not a minefield I want to cross if we don't have to," Hood said. "Right now, I want to focus on our people."