"I love her like a daughter." Gray looked a bit embarra.s.sed by his words and quickly cleared his throat. "An internal audit is being conducted over Patrick Johnson"s death. The FBI will be involved."
Hemingway nodded. "I think it"s a good move. I can"t believe there"s anything to it, but we have to cover the bases."
Gray eyed him closely. "And why don"t you think there"s anything to it, Tom?"
"A house and cars he couldn"t afford? Drugs found in the house? Seems straightforward. It"s not the first time it"s happened."
"It"s the first time it"s happened here, here," Gray said. "Did you know Johnson well?"
"As well as I knew any of the data supervisors. By all accounts he was excellent at his job."
"How did he strike you?"
Hemingway thought about this. "From my limited contact he was a man whose ambitions outstripped his opportunities."
"A keen insight for someone you admittedly didn"t know all that well."
"That a.s.sessment could apply to half the people here. Quite frankly, they want to be you. But they never will and it bothers them."
Gray sat back in his chair. "I"ve taken a good look at Johnson"s file. There was nothing in there to indicate that he would be turned. Do you agree?"
Hemingway nodded.
"But then again, the same could be said of virtually all the people who have been turned against this country. It has more to do with psychology than bank accounts."
"There are others here who knew Johnson better than I did."
"I"ve spoken with them," Gray said. "I"ve also spoken with his fiancee. She believes the drug business is absolute garbage."
"Well, it"s not surprising that she"d defend him."
"Tom, I recall that the centralization of all intelligence databases was completed four months ago. Is that correct?"
"Yes, with the proviso that we only recently completed integration of the Transportation Safety Administration"s files from their Screening, Coordination and Operations Office. That was due to some legal hang-ups with Homeland Security, among others."
"Any more significant glitches in the system?"
"No. And as I"m sure you also recall, the TSA piece was fairly substantial. It had the Secure Flight, Registered Traveler and the US VISIT programs among others. The US VISIT program was particularly sensitive for us because it contained detailed backgrounds, digital fingerprints and photos of foreign travelers. However, the ACLU had a field day with that one, screaming profiling and big brother to every court that would entertain them. But it belonged here and we eventually got it. Before, this data was scattered over a dozen departments with no workable integration, incredible overlap and duplication, with the result that much of it was worthless."
"Well, that failure was one of the chief reasons 9/11 happened," Gray said.
"Speaking of, I understand the president asked you to attend the memorial event in New York tomorrow."
"The office grapevine; it"s better than any spy network devised. Yes, he did and yes, I declined. As always, I prefer to hold a very private ceremony honoring those who lost their lives that day."
"I also heard that you"re going up to Brennan, Pennsylvania."
Gray nodded, opened his desk drawer and pulled out a book.
"How well up are you on your Bible, Tom?"
Hemingway was accustomed to swift changes in direction with Gray. "I"ve read the King James Version. Along with the Qur"an, the Talmud and the Book of Mormon."
"Good. What"s the one similarity you find in all of them?"
"Violence," he answered promptly. "People talk about the Qur"an inciting violence. They have nothing on the Christians. If I recall correctly, Deuteronomy was particularly full of fire and brimstone. Thou shalt smite this and that dead."
"At least it"s consistent. And yet the Qur"an instructs its followers not to take their own lives, which does not reconcile with the concept of a suicide bomber. Indeed, it doesn"t promise paradise, but rather warns of condemnation in h.e.l.l for taking one"s own life."
"The Qur"an says this when the death is outside outside the cause of Allah; it doesn"t apply to those who die the cause of Allah; it doesn"t apply to those who die for for the cause. And there are enough references to killing the unbelievers in the Qur"an, and also in writings and local laws and customs subsequent to the Qur"an that it"s possible to justify that killing oneself and unbelievers at the same time is authorized. And for those who die in the cause, it says they don"t really die, nor should their loved ones grieve for them. That"s a distinction between Islam and Christianity." the cause. And there are enough references to killing the unbelievers in the Qur"an, and also in writings and local laws and customs subsequent to the Qur"an that it"s possible to justify that killing oneself and unbelievers at the same time is authorized. And for those who die in the cause, it says they don"t really die, nor should their loved ones grieve for them. That"s a distinction between Islam and Christianity."
"Correct. But there"s also another great similarity between the two religions."
"What"s that, sir?"
Gray put away his Bible. "The resurrection resurrection of the of the dead dead."
CHAPTER 37.
THE s.p.a.cIOUS HOUSE THAT Captain Jack had rented in the suburbs of Brennan was set far off the main road with no other residences nearby. It also had a large home theater, a facility he was taking advantage of right now. Captain Jack had rented in the suburbs of Brennan was set far off the main road with no other residences nearby. It also had a large home theater, a facility he was taking advantage of right now.
Captain Jack placed the DVD that Hemingway had given him in the player but did not turn it on yet, as the men who"d come here today took their seats. None of them were eating popcorn; no refreshments at all had been pa.s.sed around. It was not that sort of movie night.
Captain Jack took a minute to survey his crew. They were good, capable men. They had been hardened by a life that had not included many moments of happiness or things that others took for granted, such as food, clean water, a bed and a life free from constant persecution and threat of violent death. a.s.sembled here were his bomb makers and engineers, his shooters, his snipers, his fedayeen, fedayeen, his mechanics, his inside people and his wheelmen. Djamila was not here, however. Her mission was completely separate. And quite frankly, Captain Jack didn"t know how the males would react to a woman being such a critical part of the operation. Only a few of his company knew of her involvement, and the American knew it was best to keep it that way. his mechanics, his inside people and his wheelmen. Djamila was not here, however. Her mission was completely separate. And quite frankly, Captain Jack didn"t know how the males would react to a woman being such a critical part of the operation. Only a few of his company knew of her involvement, and the American knew it was best to keep it that way.
The men"s appearances had all changed. Hair cut or grown longer. Beards shaved off. Weight gained or lost. They all wore Western-style clothes. Some sported gla.s.ses, others had dyed their hair. While none of their "real" images remained on the NIC database, the operation was too important to become slack with the small but important details. Altered NIC photos notwithstanding, they might still be recognized by American intelligence operatives who"d seen them in the flesh years ago.
He walked to the front of the room and addressed them all by name as a sign of respect and camaraderie. He asked for progress reports, and each man reported back succinctly and knowledgably.
Captain Jack, Tom Hemingway and a third person had handpicked these men from a pool provided to them by this third party, a man they both trusted. They had not chosen the most violent and zealous Muslims among the group. Ironically, restraint was the quality they"d required above all.
The 9/11 hijackers had come from varied backgrounds. Fourteen of the fifteen hijackers who accompanied the four "pilots" on the jets were from Saudi Arabia. They were from middle-cla.s.s families that were not particularly active either politically or in the Muslim faith. And yet these young men left their good homes and families, trained with Al Qaeda, became steeped in the practice of radical Islam and jihad and carried out their orders with military precision, no doubt with the hope of riding that flight path to paradise. The 9/11 hijackers had not had to make any decisions for themselves; all had been planned out. The situation developing in Brennan was far different. Each man would have a great deal of input in what would happen.
Thus, Hemingway and Captain Jack had sought out older, reasonably educated men who had once led normal lives. These men had not trained with Al Qaeda. They had not given their lives over to jihad for reasons typically a.s.sociated with that mind-frame. And while several had had run-ins with American and European law enforcement, and their fingerprints and photos had been taken, necessitating the cover-up at NIC, none were at the level where their photos were plastered in newspapers everywhere. The youngest of them was thirty, the oldest fifty-two, and the average age was forty-one. These men, while they had experience with killing, were not eager in taking someone"s life. Every one of them had lost at least three immediate family members in wars and other conflicts over the years. Indeed, a half dozen had lost their entire families to such violence. They had volunteered for this mission for reasons other than those typically a.s.sumed to be at the core of the Middle Eastern terrorist mind. Indeed, all of these men considered themselves soldiers, not terrorists. That was the composition of the "holy warrior" Tom Hemingway had insisted on.
"Remember this," Captain Jack told his men. "While we sit here planning this operation, in another room somewhere, there will be far more people planning how to stop us. They are excellent at what they do, so we have to be better than excellent. We have to be perfect." He paused, making eye contact with each of them. "One mistake along the chain brings the whole thing crashing down. This is understood?"
All the men nodded in silent agreement.
Captain Jack went over the ceremony details again. The army of Secret Service and local police would have voluminous notebooks containing all the prep work for the president"s visit. Captain Jack and his team could afford no such luxury. One page lost could have catastrophic results. Thus, all details had to be memorized. To be absolutely clear, Captain Jack changed from Arabic to English and back again, depending on the subtlety of what he was trying to communicate.
"Before the president ever sets foot here, a Secret Service advance team will arrive in Brennan to begin their planning for the event along with the most elaborate and secure motorcade in the world. Typically, the motorcade consists of twenty-seven vehicles including local police escorts, a "Road Runner" communications van, a press vehicle, VIP van, an ambulance, a SWAT vehicle carrying a countera.s.sault team inside, and two "Beasts." One will carry the president and in the other, Secret Service agents. All roads leading from the airport to the dedication grounds in Brennan will be thoroughly checked and, on the day of the visit, sealed off.
"At the dedication grounds the president will enter from the right of the stage and exit in the same direction. When he"s speaking, he will be behind a bulletproof and bombproof gla.s.s podium known as the Blue Goose. Countersnipers will be positioned all along the perimeter tree line. When the president moves, he will be surrounded at all times by a wall of agents, hip and flank. Wherever the man is, is known as the kill zone, and the Secret Service takes that concept very, very seriously. The crowd will be very large, thus magnetometers will be set up at all pedestrian entrance points to the dedication grounds. We have the exact same magnetometers that will be used by the Secret Service and have tested them on the highest detection level." He paused and added, "Shooters, you can pa.s.s through these points without fear.
"You must keep in mind that the Service will key on personal demeanors-namely, persons not fitting in, not partic.i.p.ating in the ceremony, and those not relating to others in the crowd. Because you are Middle Eastern, they will give you extra scrutiny. They have an entire database on a.s.sa.s.sins that takes profiling down to the most insignificant detail. As you know, your photos are no longer on file with the Americans, and your appearances have been greatly altered, so risk of identification is very low. But that is no reason to be careless. Thus, your dress and behavior at the ceremony will be dictated to you, and you will adhere to every single detail, without exception. When you enter those grounds, you will look like doctors, lawyers, teachers, tradesmen, shopkeepers, respectable citizens in your adopted country." Captain Jack paused and eyed each man.
"The video I"m about to show you will ill.u.s.trate quite vividly how seriously the Secret Service takes its mission."
He hit a b.u.t.ton on the remote he was holding, and the screen jumped to life. Tom Hemingway had provided his colleague with a publicly available video on the Secret Service and their general protection techniques, rare footage of a.s.sa.s.sination attempts and, rarer still, a video of Secret Service agents training at their Beltsville, Maryland, facility. Beltsville was where agents learned to do J-turns with their cars, nail targets with their guns, and also practiced protection techniques over and over until fragile thought was taken out of the process and resolute muscle memory took its place.
The men watched mesmerized as footage was shown of attempts on the lives of Gerald Ford and Ronald Reagan. The a.s.sa.s.sination of John Kennedy was not included on the DVD. Presidents no longer rode around in open cars. And every mistake that had been made in Dallas that day by the Secret Service and overzealous politicians had been long since corrected.
"You see," Captain Jack commented, "that the agent"s actions are the same in each instance. The president is completely shielded and almost bodily carried away from the scene with the utmost speed. In Reagan"s case he"s shoved into the presidential limo and is gone within seconds. On 9/11 when it seemed a plane was heading for the White House, the Secret Service evacuated the vice president from his office there; it is said his feet never touched the ground until he was safely away. Speed. Keep that in mind. It is built into their training and thus their psyches. Acting in practiced routines without wasting time thinking. Nothing can override that impulse. And the most important impulse they have is to save the president"s life. They will sacrifice anything for that, including their own lives. We can count on that with certainty. We cannot possibly match them in firepower, manpower, training or technology. But we can can understand the psychology of who and what they are and use it to our full advantage. Indeed, other than the element of surprise, that is the understand the psychology of who and what they are and use it to our full advantage. Indeed, other than the element of surprise, that is the only only advantage we have. And it will be enough if we are advantage we have. And it will be enough if we are perfect perfect on that day." on that day."
He went through this part of the video again, breaking it down like game film, frame by frame, as his men committed all of this to memory. Questions were numerous, which the American always took as a good sign.
Next up on the screen was a diagram of the ceremonial grounds. Captain Jack, using a laser pointer, went grid by grid, pointing out general strategic items, entry and exit points and the positions of the Beast and other pertinent vehicles in the motorcade. "Note that the presidential limo is always parked at a spot with a completely un.o.bstructed exit point. That is critical to our plans."
He then a.s.signed numbers to each of his men who would be on the ceremonial grounds that day and pointed out corresponding numbers on the screen that indicated each man"s position there. Next he pointed out the ambulance. "Above all, this vehicle must be disabled. All you men who are responsible for this, you must ensure that it is done."
The next frame showed a slender white-haired man wearing gla.s.ses. Captain Jack said, "The president travels with his personal physician, this man here, Dr. Edward Bellamy. He will be on the podium with the president. He must be taken out first. He must be, without fail."
The next frame showed a simulation of the rope line.
Captain Jack put his finger on the screen, using it to trace the rope very slowly and carefully, as though he were a surgeon making a precise incision into flesh. "This is the Secret Service"s worst nightmare. If it were up to them, they would never allow it, but it"s the lifeblood of a politician to shake hands and kiss babies," Captain Jack explained. "It"s here, on the rope line, where he is most vulnerable. Yet it"s also a double-edged sword, because it is precisely here where the bodyguards are at their absolute highest alert."
The next image on the screen was that of the ex-National Guardsman who had been given a new hand by Captain Jack"s men. He was in full-dress uniform. It was a slightly older photo and thus showed him with two hooks where his hands should have been.
Captain Jack said, "We will have no electronic communications capability at the dedication grounds because the Service will crisscross the area with jammers and interceptors. Thus, everything will be done the old-fashioned way, through eyes and ears." He pointed to the man on the screen. "This is the person who you will key off. He will be wearing this exact uniform. But there will be others there with uniforms on, so you must not make a mistake. Each of you will receive a copy of this DVD and a portable DVD player. You must study it for four hours each day so that you can memorize his every feature and every other detail I am showing you tonight. However, this man you must spot early and never lose sight of where he is. The organizers of the event have arranged that all disabled American soldiers will be up front on the rope line as a way to honor them. It is very good of the town fathers to do this. And it certainly aids our plan."
He looked at the engineer and chemist in the group who"d supplied the ex-National Guardsman with his new hand. "It has been confirmed that the desired effect will take less than two minutes." The men nodded and Captain Jack continued. "When that happens, the pattern becomes immediately this." He snapped his fingers as he talked. "Shooter sequence 1. Then fedayeen A and B. Then shooter sequence 2, followed by fedayeen C and D. Then shooter sequence 3. Then the final fida"ya. fida"ya. And then shooter sequence 4. As you know, each sequence has precise targets. If one target is not hit during its sequence, the next sequence must add that to its responsibilities. Every target must be struck, no exceptions. All agents will be wearing the latest-generation body armor, as will most of the police, so place your shots accordingly. Is this understood?" And then shooter sequence 4. As you know, each sequence has precise targets. If one target is not hit during its sequence, the next sequence must add that to its responsibilities. Every target must be struck, no exceptions. All agents will be wearing the latest-generation body armor, as will most of the police, so place your shots accordingly. Is this understood?"
He stopped and scrutinized each of them again, something he planned to do constantly tonight. One by one they nodded at him. He repeated the attack sequence again and again and then had each man repeat it to him exactly, also confirming what sequence they were in.
"Because of the limited range of your weapons, you"ll see on the position grid that each shooter is located no more than two rows back from the rope line, and in most cases only one row back. You will arrive at the event in a.s.signed shifts and early enough to make your way to those spots."
Captain Jack stopped talking and looked at his men for a long minute. What he was about to say next was, in many ways, the heart of the matter. "Each of you must realize that as soon as you fire your weapon, you almost certainly will be killed by the countersnipers. The proximity of the crowd will afford you some protection but probably not enough. Our information is that the countersnipers will be using the standard Remington 700 series bolt-action sniper rifle with .308 rounds. The American sharpshooters you will be facing can place a shot within a ten-inch circle at over a thousand yards."
There was a murmur of appreciation around the room at the skill of their opponents. It was an interesting reaction in the face of what he was telling them. He couldn"t allow them to choose between life and death when the time came. Captain Jack simply wanted them to act, just as the Secret Service trained their people. And each man had to understand that the forfeit of his life was the price to be expected for being a part of this historic day for Islam.
"As you know, the bullets that hit you will instantly carry you to paradise. You will have more than earned such a reward." He said this part to them in Arabic.
Captain Jack now looked at each of the fedayeen. He had given them that t.i.tle as one of honor. The Arabic term was fida"i fida"i and originally meant "adventurer." Now it usually referred to Arab guerrilla fighters or to "men of sacrifice." It was likely that all of Captain Jack"s men on the ceremonial grounds would perish, and thus they should have all been called by that t.i.tle. However, some of Captain Jack"s men would unquestionably die. And thus their colleagues had not begrudged them being referred to as the fedayeen during the course of this mission. and originally meant "adventurer." Now it usually referred to Arab guerrilla fighters or to "men of sacrifice." It was likely that all of Captain Jack"s men on the ceremonial grounds would perish, and thus they should have all been called by that t.i.tle. However, some of Captain Jack"s men would unquestionably die. And thus their colleagues had not begrudged them being referred to as the fedayeen during the course of this mission.
After the briefing Captain Jack led them downstairs to a room that had been soundproofed by its former owner and used as a recording studio. That was another reason Captain Jack had leased the house, although the weapons they would be using wouldn"t be making that much noise. Here a firing range had been set up, and the men were given their guns and ordnance. For the next two hours they practiced on their targets, with Captain Jack throwing in unexpected disruptions via sound and video equipment, because it would be complete chaos when the real firing started.
Although Adnan al-Rimi would not be at the dedication grounds, he"d attended this meeting because he was a man who insisted on knowing everything that had to do with a mission. He had fought side by side with Captain Jack in the Middle East, and the American trusted Adnan as well as he trusted anyone.
Adnan was standing behind the Iranian named Ahmed, who lived in the apartment with the two Afghans, across from Mercy Hospital, and was working on the vehicle at the garage. Ahmed wouldn"t be at the dedication grounds either but, like Adnan, he had insisted on attending the meeting tonight. Ahmed kept muttering to himself. Something he said caught Adnan"s attention but the Iraqi didn"t show surprise. He spoke to Adnan in Arabic.
"My language is Farsi," Ahmed answered. "If you wish to speak to me, do it in Farsi, Adnan."
Adnan didn"t answer him. He didn"t like the young man commanding him to speak "his" language. Iranians, Adnan had long ago concluded, were a very different breed of Muslims. He moved away from the younger man. However, his gaze continually returned to him, and his ear to the Iranian"s angry words.
A half hour after the last of his men had left, Captain Jack drove to downtown Pittsburgh. The man he was meeting was waiting for him in the lobby of the city"s priciest hotel. The gentleman looked a little jet-lagged after the long flight. They rode the elevator to a suite overlooking the city skyline.
Though the man was fluent in English, he opened the conversation in his native Korean. Captain Jack answered him, in Korean.
As Captain Jack chatted with his North Korean colleague, he thought of a quote from a man he much admired. "Know your enemy and know yourself; in a hundred battles you will never be in peril." The Chinese general Sun Tzu had written those words in a book t.i.tled The Art of War The Art of War. Though centuries old, the advice still held true today.
CHAPTER 38.
STONE AND MILTON HAD TO look twice as the motorcycle pulled to a stop in front of them at Union Station. Reuben lifted up his goggles and rubbed his bloodshot eyes. look twice as the motorcycle pulled to a stop in front of them at Union Station. Reuben lifted up his goggles and rubbed his bloodshot eyes.
"Reuben, what happened to your pickup truck?" an amazed Stone asked.
"Found this baby in a junkyard, if you can believe it. Spent the last year fixing it up."
"What is it?" Stone asked.
"It"s a 1928 Indian Chief motorcycle with sidecar," Milton answered promptly.
"How the h.e.l.l did you know that?" Reuben said, glaring at him.
"I read about it in an article six and a half years ago in Antique Motorcycle Magazine Antique Motorcycle Magazine while I was waiting at the dentist. I was there for a crown prep." while I was waiting at the dentist. I was there for a crown prep."
"A crown prep?" Reuben asked.
"Yes, it involves isolation with rubber sheeting and drilling to shave off the enamel, which leaves a post of dentin approximately two millimeters in diameter, but without exposing the nerve. The permanent crown is made of porcelain. It"s quite nice. See?" He opened his mouth and showed them.
Reuben said impatiently, "Thank you for the b.l.o.o.d.y dental lesson, Dr Dr. Farb."
"Oh, there"s hardly any blood, Reuben," replied Milton, who"d entirely missed the sarcasm in his friend"s remark.
Reuben sighed and then proudly ran his gaze over the pin-striped candy-apple-red motorcycle with attached sidecar. "A thousand cc power plant, rebuilt transmission and magneto. The sidecar"s not authentic; it"s a fibergla.s.s replica, but it doesn"t rust and it"s a lot lighter. I got most of the parts off eBay, and a friend of mine had some extra cowhide leather that I used to reupholster the sidecar seat. And it"s a left-mount sidecar, which is pretty d.a.m.n rare. One in this condition would sell for north of twenty grand, and I"ve only got about a tenth of that in it. Not that I"m thinking about selling, mind you, but you never know."
He held out a black crash helmet to Stone that had goggles attached.
"Where exactly do I ride?" Stone asked.
"In the sidecar, of course. What the h.e.l.l do you think it"s for? A d.a.m.n flowerpot?"
Stone put on the helmet and adjusted the goggles, then opened the small door, stepped into the sidecar and sat down. It was a very cramped s.p.a.ce for the tall man.
Reuben said, "Okay, let"s go."