All Necessary Force (21 page)

He smiled. “Such a simple-looking thing. With so much destructive power.”

Kamil said, “The Great Satan’s own technology will be their downfall. It’s a shame that they spend so much time and money creating these weapons only to have them used against themselves.”

Rafik laughed. “Not a great deal of shame. Not at all.”

Rafik placed the pieces back into the cases. Turning to the pilot, he said, “I need to find an air express service. One that will go to the United States.”

“Both DHL and FedEx fly right to this terminal. They have an office downstairs, but I don’t know if they’ll take a shipment from here. You might have to take it downtown first.”

“That’s stupid. Go figure out how to schedule this cargo for shipment. Tell them it’s from your office. I’ll give you an address when you get back.”

Kamil waited until the pilot had left, then said, “I don’t think we should send the package from here if that’s not what’s usually done. We should get it into the system without shortcuts so it’s harder to track. And no way should that pilot get the address. We should do it ourselves.”

Rafik whipped his head around, incensed at Kamil questioning his authority. He was about to tear into him when the logic of his statement sank in. Kamil refused to break eye contact. Rafik patted his face. “Always looking out for me. For the mission. Okay. We’ll do it your way. Get the information when the pilot returns. Before that, though, call the
kafir
here. Set up the meeting like we discussed. Be sure you actually see the explosives. Those men would sell us a crate of clay. Islam won’t help you, no matter how much they say otherwise.”

Kamil pointed at the loadmaster. “What about him?”

“Keep him. There’s no telling where you’ll have to meet them. An aircraft may be useful, and I want to give this pilot a reason to transport you to Canada. I’m taking Farouk. I’ll leave Adnan. Use his expertise in explosives to inspect the cargo.”

Kamil said, “What do I do if this contact fails? They aren’t the most trustworthy of people and have no allegiance to our cause.”

“Get the explosives. Don’t let it fail. Do what you need to do.”

Seeing Kamil’s reticence and knowing the source, he said, “Old friend, we do what we must. I know how you feel, and maybe someday we’ll get the chance to teach them the true meaning of Islam. Stay focused on the goal. Using them is no different than using the weapons on this plane.”

36

T

he Marine staff sergeant on duty at Post One kept eyeballing Retro and me, like he thought we were going to steal the ashtray in the lobby. We’d done nothing wrong, and told him we were simply meeting someone, but he clearly thought we were suspicious. I decided to wait outside. Better for him not to remember who we met. Motioning to Retro, I walked out into the courtyard.

“Man,” Retro said, “you’d think that guy’d lay off a little with all the security around this place.”

He had a point. The U.S. Embassy in Cairo had pretty much taken over the neighborhood, with all the streets blocked off and guarded by Egyptian police. The only people allowed in the neighborhood were those who lived there. If you got past that, you still had to contend with both an outer and inner embassy wall, each complete with a security checkpoint just like an airport, before getting inside to the Marine manning Post One.

“He’s just doing his job,” I said. “I don’t know what the hell’s taking that agency guy so long.”

“Maybe he didn’t get the word how important we are.”

I laughed. “Bullshit. You heard Kurt. I guarantee that guy got a call straight from the seventh floor.”

The message Kurt had sent stated that the picture on his father’s roll of film might belong to a man named Richard Ellis, a United States congressman. The kicker was that he was currently in Cairo. I’d immediately called Kurt through the VPN and put him on conference, wanting to confirm the information and what I was supposed to do. At the
end of the call, the consensus was to simply confront him—to shake the tree and see what came out. We both thought something was awry, and decided to let him tell us what it was.

The problem was precisely that he
was
a United States congressman and would have to be handled carefully. If we were wrong about the picture, we needed to leave the congressman without any impression that he was being investigated. To that end, we’d come to talk to the CIA and get a little help with the “interrogation.”

Mixing the Taskforce with CIA personnel was risky, and the reason we didn’t want to sign in with Post One, but apparently the president himself was involved. That sort of overcame any bitching we had. No doubt he put out some tough love, which is why I thought the director of the CIA—a member of the Oversight Council—would be calling from his seventh-floor office at headquarters.

I saw a middle-aged man exit the door next to Post One and head our way.

“You guys here to meet someone from the State Department?”

“No. From another agency.”

He smiled. “We going to dance all day?”

“Depends on who called you.”

“How about the president? That good enough?”

I was a little startled. “The president called you?”

“Naw. But he might as well have. Big shit storm apparently.”

It would be embarrassing to spill my guts to some State Department weenie, so I pushed just a little further to be sure. “And you are?”

“Mack Gleason. I’m the head honcho here. Look, I don’t know who you are and I was told not to ask. No record of us meeting. That’s fine with me, but I’ll need something to go on. I have no idea what this is about.”

That was enough for me. I hadn’t expected the actual chief of station, but I suppose I should have, given the level of interest. I told him everything I knew, which raised his eyebrows.

“Holy shit. You think Ellis is a traitor? I’m supposed to see him tomorrow.”

“I don’t know what to think. There’s definitely some sort of Chinese connection, but it beats me what it is. On top of that, this whole thing
is tied into an Indonesian terrorist. Either way, I want to find out what’s going on.”

“But why me? I don’t have any arrest authority. This is a job for the LEGATT. It’s for the FBI.”

I couldn’t tell him that the adjutant general of the United States wasn’t read on to the Taskforce, unlike the director of the CIA, and so the FBI’s legal attaché wasn’t someone we could use. Hell, I couldn’t even tell him my name.

“You’ve been pulled in because this is very, very sensitive. Very political. We’re not sure of the information, and need to find out discreetly. This is exactly what you guys do, and not something I’m very good at. We need some help. If it ends up being something, it’s all yours. You pull in the LEGATT and we disappear, never to be mentioned. Okay?”

He was easygoing, like most of the CIA folks. He rolled right into the mission.

“Okay by me. So what’s the play? What are you going to do?”

“Shit, man, that’s why I’m here. I don’t know. My plan was to knock on his hotel-room door and beat the shit out of him, but that didn’t go over so well at home, given the political stakes. We’re looking for ideas. You guys are the experts at nuance.”

“Well… like I said, he’s coming here tomorrow for a briefing. From what I got from headquarters, he used to work for the CIA as a case officer, and he’s now on the Intelligence Committee. He likes to flaunt that by hitting up the station of every country he happens to visit. Makes him feel important to leave his fellow congressman at the door as uncleared.”

I rapidly analyzed the gift just dropped in my lap. The congressman himself had just taken a huge burden off of my shoulders, since we wouldn’t have to set up some phony meeting that would raise his suspicions. If he was innocent, we could get away clean.

I said, “How do these briefings go? Are there a lot of people in the room?”

“Yeah,” he said. “At least initially. We give a one-over-the-world, then, when it’s time to get down to truly secret stuff, we take him alone to a secure room and continue.”

I said, “What’s the briefing on?”

“Nothing important, really. He didn’t ask for a specific topic. We’re just going to give him our standard dog and pony show, letting him feel like he’s getting secrets. Now I’m not so sure that’s smart.”

“No, no. That’s perfect. Sway the briefing to include a bunch of Chinese stuff. Throw it in midway, completely out of synch with the rest of the briefing. Get a feel for his demeanor during the first half of the briefing, then see if it shifts when the Chinese are mentioned.”

Mack thought about it, then said, “Yeah, I can do that. I’ll get a case officer in the room and introduce him as an analyst. He can focus on the congressman and knows what to look for. But I’ll tell you, that’s exactly why this won’t work. The congressman used to be a case officer. He’s trained to detect deception, just like my guy. He’ll know how to hide everything we’re going to be looking for. If he’s really a traitor, he’s been pretty damn good at it to stay out of sight all these years.”

“I’m not so sure about that. If he’s bad, he’s got something to do with that terrorist strike in Alexandria, which means he’s willing to take drastic action for something. It also means he might be desperate. He might be able to hide his reaction if he knows he’s going to be questioned, but he’ll be off guard here.”

“Yeah, well, I suppose it won’t hurt to give it a shot. What do you want to do if he spikes?”

“Bring him alone to the secure room. Retro and I will be waiting. When he sees us, we’ll get a reaction. If he’s bad, he tried to kill me, which means he knows what I look like. We’ll take it from there.”

“And if there’s no demeanor break during the briefing?”

“Text us. We’ll vacate the room, and you just go on with your briefing.”

37

C

ongressman Ellis was enjoying his time in the embassy, forgetting for a moment the stress of the transfer. His background as a case officer, along with his standing on the Intelligence Committee, allowed him greater access to CIA stations than most any other elected representative, but in truth, he just liked getting close to the field again. He enjoyed the back-and-forth with the chiefs of station, even though he knew the briefings were all sterile and made for public consumption. It allowed him to feel like he was on the inside. Still a case officer like Mack, the one doing the briefing. Very few other representatives could make that claim, and he enjoyed the notoriety.

As Mack continued with the political situation, Ellis threw a few softball questions his way, probing his opinion of the still struggling government after the fall of Mubarak. Mack gave him a softball answer, and Ellis ratcheted it up a little bit, having done his homework. He enjoyed watching Mack’s reaction, realizing he wasn’t dealing with an idiot. The banter continued back and forth, with Ellis feeling more and more in control of the conversation.

Mack finished the political overview and started into domestic threats. He gave a fairly innocuous overview of the Muslim Brotherhood, detailing the radical elements that were hidden inside the relatively new political party, along with the threats they posed to the fragile stability of the country. Ellis found himself growing bored with the presentation. Everything being briefed was something that could be found on the Internet within three minutes. Mack flipped the slide to a
picture of carnage, a bus strike in the north. Ellis recognized the photo and felt his pulse quicken a tad.
What’s his take on this?

He snorted, saying, “These guys need to get a handle on their own domestic problems, or they’re going to lose their tourism industry forever.”

“We’re not sure this is domestic,” Mack said. “There’s some indication of foreign influence.”

Ellis heard the words, feeling a trickle of adrenaline. “Are you talking al Qaeda?”

“No. China or Indonesia.”

The words sliced into his brain, his involuntary reflexes draining his face. He controlled his response immediately, reverting to training long since gone.
Get stable. Get control. Find out what they know.
You are not the enemy.

He said, “That’s the craziest thing I’ve ever heard. Why would the Chinese do that?”

Solemn as a priest, Mack responded
,
“I’m not at liberty to say why in this room. I’ll fill you in later, in the confidential briefing. But it’s not a simple terrorist strike.”

Ellis nodded, feeling the heat in his face.
Jesus Christ. They know something is screwy with that attack. They
know.

The brief continued, with Ellis throwing out useless questions to appear as if he was still engaged. He appeared outwardly calm. At least as calm as he could project, but inside, his stomach was churning as he dissected what possible connections could be made to him. None, as far as he could tell, and the fact that he had been briefed at all on the station’s suspicions indicated he was not in the crosshairs. He calmed down, thinking he needed to make a call. Now.

It took the congressman a pregnant second to realize the briefing had ended. He focused on the chief of station and found everyone in the room looking at him expectantly.
Shit. Get control.

Mack said, “Ready for the good stuff?”

“I need to make a phone call before we continue.”

“I’m sorry, sir, but no cell phones are allowed in CIA spaces.” He smiled. “Technology’s changed since you worked the streets. If you wish, you can return to Post One for the call. We’ll wait.”

Congressman Ellis debated, then said, “No, that’s all right. Let’s continue. I’d like to hear about the Chinese.”

Ellis failed to see the man at the back of the briefing hit the
SEND
button on his cell phone.

I felt my cell phone vibrate and looked at the message on the screen.

“Showtime. We’re a go.”

Retro and I positioned ourselves on the left side of the door so we wouldn’t be seen until the congressman had already penetrated into the room, allowing Mack to close the door behind him. The congressman thought he was coming to a secure facility to discuss classified material, but in reality, we were simply in an office down the hall from the conference room, on the other side of the courtyard of the embassy. Since he’d never been to the Cairo embassy, I had no fears that Ellis would realize he wasn’t headed to the CIA office space, and it kept us from having to go through Marine Post One. It also allowed us to keep our cell phones.