"Yeah, about sixty seconds too late, and in my job that doesn"t cut it." He leaned against the wall. "You remember what Clint Hill, Kennedy"s Secret Service guy, told me?"
"That you didn"t want to be like him. Because he"d lost his president."
"That"s right," Alex said. "And now I know exactly what the man meant."
CHAPTER 59.
CARTER GRAY HAD BARELY SLEPT since Brennan disappeared, yet the NIC chief had little to show for his efforts. Thirty-six hours after the president had been kidnapped, he was sitting at a conference table at NIC. Across from him, shackled to a chair with two burly guards hovering nearby, was a man answering only to the name Farid Shah, which matched his official doc.u.ments. Gray knew that it was all phony and had managed to wrest control of Shah from the FBI, based mainly on the fact that he had considerable dirt on the FBI director. since Brennan disappeared, yet the NIC chief had little to show for his efforts. Thirty-six hours after the president had been kidnapped, he was sitting at a conference table at NIC. Across from him, shackled to a chair with two burly guards hovering nearby, was a man answering only to the name Farid Shah, which matched his official doc.u.ments. Gray knew that it was all phony and had managed to wrest control of Shah from the FBI, based mainly on the fact that he had considerable dirt on the FBI director.
"Farid Shah from India," Gray said. "But you"re not Indian."
"My father was Indian, my mother was Saudi. I took after her," the prisoner said quietly. His wounded arm was taped to his side. They were not going to allow him to wear a sling, since it would also make a very effective suicide tool.
"A Hindu marries a Muslim?"
"Out of a billion people you"d be surprised how much it happens."
"And how exactly did you get from India to America?"
"America, it"s the land of opportunity," he answered vaguely.
"Are Muslims now recruiting Hindus as terrorists?"
"I am a practicing Muslim. I"m sure you"ve watched me perform my salat salat in my cell, haven"t you?" in my cell, haven"t you?"
"You know, Mr. Shah, you look familiar to me."
"I"ve found that to most Americans all of us look alike."
"I"m not most Americans. And how exactly did you get your job as a security guard at the hospital?"
The prisoner looked down at his hands and said nothing.
"And who are these people?" Gray asked as he spread out the photos on the table. "Are these your family?" No reply.
"They were found in your apartment, so presumably, you know who they are. It"s interesting. On the backs of each photo are dates written in Arabic. They appear to be the dates of birth and death and also some other information." Gray held up one photo of a teenage boy. "This says he was sixteen when he died. It also says he was killed during the Iran-Iraq war. Was he your brother? Which side of the war was he on? Which side were you you on?" on?"
Gray didn"t wait for an answer that he knew wasn"t coming. He picked up another photo, this one of a woman. "It says she was killed in what is written as the "first American invasion of Iraq." I"m a.s.suming you"re referring to Persian Gulf One, when Iraq Iraq invaded Kuwait and the United States came to Kuwait"s aid. Was she your wife? Did you fight for Saddam Hussein?" Again, nothing. invaded Kuwait and the United States came to Kuwait"s aid. Was she your wife? Did you fight for Saddam Hussein?" Again, nothing.
Gray picked up one more picture, that of a teenage girl. He turned it around and read, ""Killed in second American invasion of Iraq." Was this your daughter?" The prisoner was still studying his hands. "You"ve lost all these people, your family and friends in war and insurrection; Muslim against Muslim and then Muslim against American. Is that what this is all about?" Gray leaned in closer. "Is this all about revenge?"
Gray slowly collected the photos and nodded to the guards. As he rose to leave, Gray said to the prisoner, "I"ll be back very soon. And then you will will tell me everything." tell me everything."
The following morning, responding to news rumors, the nation was finally told that during the kidnapping of President Brennan the terrorists had used tranquilizer guns. These resulted in no deaths to any American, although numerous people suffered injuries when the crowd stampeded at the dedication ceremony. The confirmed killing of twenty-one Arabs had the world shaking its collective head. The New York Times New York Times headline put the issue succinctly: "Suicide Killers Who Kill Only Themselves?" A commentary in the headline put the issue succinctly: "Suicide Killers Who Kill Only Themselves?" A commentary in the Washington Post Washington Post wondered if it was due to the fact that real guns would have been detected by the magnetometers. Yet no one could explain why the snipers at the hospital also used tranquilizer guns. wondered if it was due to the fact that real guns would have been detected by the magnetometers. Yet no one could explain why the snipers at the hospital also used tranquilizer guns.
The New York Post New York Post put it most bluntly with its headline: "What in the h.e.l.l Is Going On?" put it most bluntly with its headline: "What in the h.e.l.l Is Going On?"
Violence was spreading into the streets across America and the world. Clearly, it was only a matter of time before something major happened.
On that very same morning the White House absorbed more stunning news. Each of the major American television networks had received a heads-up from Al Jazeera that it was about to release a ransom note from the kidnappers that had just been delivered to the Arab news network. There were stunning revelations contained in the note, representatives of Al Jazeera claimed. No one, not even the acting president, would be given an advance copy of the ransom demand. Apparently, the kidnappers wanted the government to find out at the same time as the rest of its citizenry.
Acting President Hamilton"s response to this, if it had been on live TV, would"ve required a number of bleep-overs and an official FCC rebuke for on-air profanity. Yet what could he do? Hamilton a.s.sembled his cabinet, advisers and military commanders to watch the announcement.
"How the h.e.l.l do we even know if these people have have Brennan? This could all be a load of c.r.a.p," the national security adviser warned. Brennan? This could all be a load of c.r.a.p," the national security adviser warned.
"Exactly," the secretary of defense, Joe Decker, echoed. He was well respected as a cabinet member who did his homework and played the political games to the fullest. He also had the reputation of a man unafraid to pull the trigger when it came to unleashing America"s military juggernaut. Decker had been an iron man in Brennan"s administration, and Hamilton was relying heavily on him during this crisis.
Hamilton withdrew a slip of paper from his pocket. "This was forwarded to the White House a few minutes ago from the networks. It accompanied the demand letter."
"What is it, sir?" Decker asked.
"They say it"s the nuclear codes that President Brennan was carrying with him. We"ll need to confirm that they"re accurate. Obviously, the codes are no longer valid."
Two minutes later, after a quick consultation and a confirming phone call, Defense Secretary Decker glumly looked around the room. "They"re the ones."
The other men and women in the room stared downward, avoiding eye contact with each other. They were all thinking the same thing. Whatever the kidnappers were asking for would almost undoubtedly be something the U.S. could not agree to. And that, unfortunately, would seal the fate of James Brennan.
A grizzled news anchor appeared on the plasma screen mounted on the wall. Hamilton, putting words to the unspoken thoughts of those gathered around him, said, "I swear to G.o.d, if those b.a.s.t.a.r.ds film the beheading of Jim Brennan, there won"t be one building left standing over there."
The veteran news anchor appeared upset but quickly started reading. First, America and the rest of the world had to recognize Islam as a great religion and give it the respect it deserved. Second, for every dollar given by the U.S. to either Israel or Egypt a dollar had to be given to Palestine for economic development. Third, there must be a complete withdrawal of all allied troops from Iraq and Afghanistan, although U.N. troops could remain. Fourth, all allied military bases in Afghanistan must be removed. Fifth, all private foreign oil interests in the Middle East must be turned over to the country where such oil interests were located, including the oil pipeline running through Afghanistan. Sixth, any foreign businesses operating in the Middle East must be majority-owned by Arabs, and must reinvest all their profits in the region for the next two decades to help build infrastructure and create jobs. Seventh, there must be agreement by the United States and its allies that they would not invade another sovereign nation unless specifically attacked by that nation"s military or unless there was credible evidence of such nation"s support of a terrorist attack against the U.S. or its allies. Eighth, the United States must refrain from using its powerful military to reshape the world in its image and must respect the diverse cultures in the Middle East. Ninth, there must be an acknowledgment that many problems in the Middle East were the result of the West"s misguided foreign policies and colonial exploitation, and that a widespread dialogue must be initiated on how best to move forward.
As this list was read off, the mood in the room at the White House darkened even more. A general exclaimed, "Same old c.r.a.p! I"m a little disappointed they weren"t more creative."
"We can"t can"t bow to blackmail," Hamilton said. He looked around the room for confirmation. bow to blackmail," Hamilton said. He looked around the room for confirmation.
"Absolutely not," the NSA agreed.
"Clearly we can"t," Secretary Decker added forcefully.
Around the table people started scribbling notes on the appropriate spin for this chain of events. Meanwhile, the generals and admirals huddled in a corner sketching out a military response.
The secretary of state, Andrea Mayes, spoke up. "Wait a minute, people. d.a.m.n it, let"s not just write Jim Brennan off." She was a close friend of the kidnapped president.
The Pentagon group looked at her in utter disbelief.
One of them snapped, "Do you really believe that they"re just going to hand him back to us?"
There were eruptions around the table; then a very loud voice boomed out. Everyone"s attention was directed to Carter Gray, who sat at one end of the table. Though his aura of invincibility had been substantially damaged, he could still command respect.
"Perhaps," Gray said, motioning to the TV, "we should listen to the rest."
The room grew silent.
"This is a new section," the TV anchor said, holding the paper tightly. He cleared his throat and began reading. "Civilized countries that unilaterally spread their will with bullets and bombs are terrorists and have no right to deny other countries the same privilege. When you lead with the sword, you often die by it." The anchor paused again. "Now we come to the most bizarre part of this message, although, quite frankly, what has happened thus far is the most incredible series of events that I have seen in my thirty-two years of covering the news." He paused a third time, as though to give the moment the substantial gravitas it deserved.
"d.a.m.n it," Secretary Decker roared. "Just tell us, for G.o.d"s sake!"
The anchor started reading again. "Whether or not these demands are met, one week from today President James Brennan will be released unharmed, left at a safe location, and the appropriate authorities will be contacted immediately to retrieve him. However, we ask the world to take these demands with the utmost seriousness if we are ever to truly have Salaam Salaam." The anchor added hastily, "That means "peace" in Arabic."
The White House group simply stared at the TV, shock and awe all over their faces.
"What the h.e.l.l did he just say?" Hamilton asked.
Gray answered in a clear voice, "He said that even if the demands are not met, President Brennan will be released unharmed."
"Bulls.h.i.t!" Decker yelled. "Do they think we"re all idiots?"
Gray thought, No, I don"t believe No, I don"t believe they they think you"re all idiots. think you"re all idiots.
"This is preposterous," Decker said angrily. "What I want to know is where they recruited the people to pull this off."
Gray looked at him disdainfully. "There are over one billion Muslims on this earth. Muslims follow their faith fervently and do what is asked of them without question. So do you really think that it would be that difficult to find fewer than two dozen of them willing to sacrifice their lives under these circ.u.mstances? Do you?" he asked again. "We"re fighting a war against these people, Joe. If you don"t even know your enemy, I respectfully suggest that the Defense Defense Department is not the best fit for your capabilities." Department is not the best fit for your capabilities."
"Where the h.e.l.l do you get off-" Decker began, but Gray snapped, "The question we should should be asking ourselves is, be asking ourselves is, who who planned the scheme? Because I seriously doubt it was any terrorist organization of which I"m aware. That means there"s someone else out there. Someone else we have to find if we"re to have any chance of getting the president back alive." planned the scheme? Because I seriously doubt it was any terrorist organization of which I"m aware. That means there"s someone else out there. Someone else we have to find if we"re to have any chance of getting the president back alive."
CHAPTER 60.
AFTER THE STUNNING DEMAND, Carter Gray had gone back to work with renewed purpose. The files at NIC contained no record of Farid Shah, so Gray had mulled where next to search. The FBI had its AFIS criminal files, yet Gray was almost certain the name Farid Shah would not be found there. One did not a.s.sume a false name with a criminal record attached to it. And as Gray had predicted, a search in the AFIS database also turned up negative. Carter Gray had gone back to work with renewed purpose. The files at NIC contained no record of Farid Shah, so Gray had mulled where next to search. The FBI had its AFIS criminal files, yet Gray was almost certain the name Farid Shah would not be found there. One did not a.s.sume a false name with a criminal record attached to it. And as Gray had predicted, a search in the AFIS database also turned up negative.
Next Gray hopped a chopper to Brennan, Pennsylvania. A temporary morgue had been set up there, and Gray examined all of the bodies. The corpse of the doctor from Mercy Hospital looked familiar, but that was all. The problem was many of the photos NIC had in its terrorist files were anywhere from five to fifteen years old. People could change a lot in that amount of time. Gray then traveled to the dedication grounds, the garage, the hospital and finally the apartment building where the snipers had kept the police at bay. Nothing occurred to the NIC chief except his ability to marvel at the terrorists" intricate planning. Who had set this in motion? Who?
On the chopper ride home he pulled out the photos he"d taken from Shah"s apartment. A sudden thought occurred to him. The chopper was redirected to Langley.
When he arrived, Gray gave the photos and also a mug shot of Farid Shah to the DCI and asked him to make immediate inquiries to try to identify any of them.
Late that evening, back at his office, Gray received a phone call from Langley.
They had turned up an Arab informant who thought he recognized one of the people in the photos. It was the young girl. She was the daughter of someone the informant had fought with in Iraq, first as part of an underground movement against Saddam Hussein and then against the American occupation. When the informant saw Shah"s mug shot, he identified it immediately, although the man"s appearance had changed drastically. He was the young girl"s father.
"What was the father"s name?" Gray asked impatiently.
"Adnan al-Rimi," the CIA director said. "But that can"t be right. He"s dead."
Gray acknowledged this, thanked the man and hung up. He immediately accessed the database, pulled up al-Rimi"s file photo and compared that picture with the current mug shot of the man calling himself Farid Shah. Though there was some likeness, even allowing for shaved hair and beard and weight changes, it was not the same man.
Gray sat back in his chair and dropped the photo on his desk. NIC"s database had been corrupted and photos and fingerprints altered. Patrick Johnson had been paid to do it and then killed. That all made sense now; yet where did it leave Carter Gray? He"d been fighting this whole d.a.m.n war with flawed intelligence. It was far more than a disaster. It was the greatest professional setback Gray had ever experienced.
He walked outside and sat on the bench by the fountain. While Gray listened to the soothing water he stared up at the NIC facility, the greatest intelligence agency in the world. And right now he knew it was absolutely useless to him. This had been an inside job. His earlier suspicions about terrorists killing terrorists and then being "resurrected" had been confirmed. But who was the traitor? And how deep did the treachery go? Despite the vast resources at his disposal, Carter Gray was now very much alone.
Tom Hemingway sat on the concrete floor, his long legs folded under him. His eyes were closed and his pulse and breathing so slowed that it was not apparent at first glance that he was actually alive. When he rose, he moved fast down the hallway and entered another room. He unlocked a heavy door, pa.s.sed through it, unlocked another one and went inside.
In a small enclosure, lying on a cot, her arms and legs chained to the wall, was Chast.i.ty Hayes. Her even breathing showed her to be asleep. Hemingway left Hayes and went to another room, where his other, far more important prisoner was also sleeping comfortably. Hemingway stood in the doorway and watched President Brennan for a while. And reflected on what had happened.
When everyone expected murderous violence, Hemingway had given the world restraint. When everyone antic.i.p.ated that the stereotype of the fanatical Muslim would be repeated once more, he had thrown the world a curve of historic proportion. Yet it was not without precedent. Gandhi had changed an entire continent with nonviolence. Brutal segregationists in the American South had finally been beaten by sit-ins and peace marches. Turning the other cheek was Hemingway"s "new" way. He had no idea if it would work, but it was clearly worth a chance. Because without it, all he saw was the inevitable destruction of two worlds that he cared so much about. He was apparently ignoring the fact that what happened in Pennsylvania had terrorized thousands and injured hundreds, some critically.
Hemingway had agonized over how much to tell the Arabs about the mission. Would they follow orders if they knew not one of their enemy would perish? Yet finally, Hemingway had decided that if he was asking them to die for this cause, they should die fully informed. It was the right thing to do. So the men in Brennan, Pennsylvania, sacrificed their lives with the knowledge that their foes were safe. It was one of the most courageous acts Hemingway had ever witnessed.
Hemingway checked his watch. There would be another message delivered to the world shortly. It involved where where the president would be returned. And this would be just as stunning as the last message. the president would be returned. And this would be just as stunning as the last message.
Kate met with the Camel Club at Oliver Stone"s cottage and reported her failure with Alex Ford.
She said, "He blames himself for what happened to the president."
"Having come to know him well over the years, I can"t say I"m surprised," Stone replied. "He"s a proud man who takes his work very seriously."
"Too much pride is sometimes a bad thing," Kate said. much pride is sometimes a bad thing," Kate said.
"Well, we"re running out of time," Milton said. He had his computer on and pointed to the screen. "It"s getting very ugly out there." They all crowded around him, staring at the news flashing across the computer. Milton said, "Even with the demand note saying they"ll let Brennan go, the violence is getting out of control. Muslims are being beaten and killed by mobs all over the world. And the Muslims are retaliating. Five Americans were ambushed in Kuwait and beheaded. And Iraq has become totally destabilized again."
Stone added, "And now even the more moderate Islamic elements are calling for the kidnappers holding Brennan to extract a heavy price for him from America."
"One group is calling for the kidnappers to demand nuclear weapons in exchange for his return," Caleb said. "My G.o.d, the whole world is collapsing. Why can"t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?"
Reuben raised a thick eyebrow at that naive comment. "The U.S. military is c.o.c.ked and locked, just waiting for the word to go."
"This might cause an all-out war with the Islamic world," Caleb said.
"Some people might want war," Stone said. Carter Gray might want that. Carter Gray might want that.
"What if the president is released . . . ," Kate said.
"It might not matter," Stone replied. "With the world so divided, all it could take is one single catalyst to set the final battle in place."
"But if we can find out who did it?" Kate said.
"Us?" exclaimed Reuben. "We haven"t got a b.l.o.o.d.y chance in h.e.l.l of doing that."
"You"re wrong, Reuben," Stone interjected sternly. They all looked at him. "Alex Ford once paid me a visit here; perhaps it"s time the Camel Club reciprocated."
Carter Gray walked down the hallway of an isolated cell area at NIC. He nodded to the guards and the cell door slid open.
"Mr. al-Rimi," Gray said triumphantly. "Shall we talk?"
There was no response from the burly prisoner who was lying on his bed, the covers over his head. Gray motioned to the guards.
The two men grabbed al-Rimi by the shoulders and attempted to haul him up.