Tom Clancy's Op-Center_ Divide and Conquer Part 4

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"Do you know who who called?" Hood asked. called?" Hood asked.

"He told me it was Jack Fenwick."

Fenwick was a quiet, efficient man who had been the president's budget director in his first administration. Fenwick had joined Lawrence's American Sense think tank, where he added intelligence issues to his repertoire. When the president was reelected, Fenwick was named the head of the National Security Agency, which was a separate intelligence division of the Department of Defense. Unlike other divisions of military intelligence, the NSA was also chartered to provide support for nondefense activities of the Executive Branch.

"What did Fenwick tell the president?" Hood asked.

"That everything had come together," she told Hood. "That was all he would say."

"You have no idea who or what that is?"

Megan shook her head. "Mr. Fenwick left for New York this morning, and when I asked his a.s.sistant what the phone call was about, she said something very strange. She asked me, 'What call?' "

"Did you check the log?"

Megan nodded. "The only call that came into that line at that time was from the Hay-Adams Hotel."

The elegant old hotel was located on the other side of Lafayette Park, literally across the street from the White House.

"I had a staff member visit the hotel this morning," Megan went on. "He got the names of the night staff, went to their homes, and showed them pictures of Fenwick. They never saw him."

"He could have come in a back entrance," Hood said. "Did you run a check of the registry?"

"Yes," she said. "But that doesn't mean anything. There could have been any number of aliases. Congress-men often use the hotel for private meetings."

Hood knew that Megan wasn't just referring to political meetings.

"But that wasn't the only thing," Megan went on. "When we went downstairs to the Blue Room, Michael saw Senator Fox and went over to thank her. She seemed very surprised and asked why why he was thanking her. He said, 'For budgeting the initiative.' I could see that she had no idea what he was talking about." he was thanking her. He said, 'For budgeting the initiative.' I could see that she had no idea what he was talking about."

Hood nodded. That would explain the confusion he had noticed when Senator Fox entered the room. Things were beginning to fall into place a little. Senator Fox was a member of the Congressional Intelligence Oversight Committee. If any kind of intelligence operation had been approved, she would have to have known about it. Apparently, she was as surprised to learn about the international intelligence-sharing operation as Hood had been. Yet the president either a.s.sumed or had been told, possibly by Jack Fenwick, that she had helped make it happen.

"How was the president after the dinner?" Hood asked.

"That's actually the worst of it," Megan said. Her composure began to break. She set her coffee cup aside and Hood did likewise. He moved closer. "As we were getting ready for bed, Michael received a call from Kirk Pike."

The former chief of Navy Intelligence, Pike was the newly appointed director of the CIA.

"He took the call in the bedroom," Megan went on. "The conversation was brief, and when Michael hung up, he just sat on the bed, staring. He looked sh.e.l.l-shocked."

"What did Pike tell him?"

"I don't know," Megan told him. "Michael didn't say. It may have been nothing, just an update that got his mind working. But I don't think he slept all night. He wasn't in bed when I got up this morning, and he's been in meetings all day. We usually talk around eleven o'clock, even if it's just a quick h.e.l.lo, but not today."

"Have you talked to the president's physician about this?" Hood asked.

Megan shook her head. "If Dr. Smith can't find anything wrong with my husband, he might recommend that Michael see Dr. Benn."

"The psychiatrist at Walter Reed," Hood said.

"Correct," Megan said. "Dr. Smith and he work closely together. Paul, you know what will happen if the president of the United States goes to see a psychiatrist. As much as we might try to keep something like that a secret, the risks are much too high."

"The risks are higher if the president isn't well," Hood said.

"I know," Megan said, "which is why I wanted to see you. Paul, there are too many things going on that don't make sense. If there's something wrong with my husband, I'll insist that he see Dr. Benn and to h.e.l.l with the political fallout. But before I ask Michael to submit to that, I want to know whether something else is going on."

"Glitches in the communications system or a hacker playing tricks," Hood said. "Maybe more Chinese spies."

"Yes," Megan said. "Exactly."

He could see Megan's expression, her entire mood, lighten when he said that. If it were something from the outside, then it could be fixed without hurting the president.

"I'll see what I can find out," Hood promised.

"Quietly," Megan said. "Please, don't let this get out."

"I won't," Hood a.s.sured her. "In the meantime, try and talk to Michael. See if you can get him to open up somehow. Any information, any names other than what you've told me, will be a big help."

"I'll do that," Megan said. She smiled. "You're the only one I can trust with this, Paul. Thank you for being there."

He smiled back. "I get to help an old friend and my country. Not a lot of people get that chance."

Megan rose. Hood stood, and they shook hands. "I know this is not an easy time for you, either," the First Lady said. "Let me know if there's anything you you need." need."

"I will," Hood promised.

The First Lady left, and her aide returned to show Hood out.

TEN.

Baku, Azerbaijan Monday, 9:21 P.M.

Pat Thomas experienced two miracles in one day.

First, the Aeroflot TU-154 that was scheduled to leave Moscow at six P.M. did so. On time. With the possible exception of Uganda Royal Airways, Aeroflot was the most notoriously late carrier Thomas had ever flown on. Second, the airplane landed in Baku at 8:45 P.M.-five minutes ahead of schedule. During his five years of service at the American emba.s.sy in Moscow, Thomas had never experienced either of those events. What was more, despite a relatively full aircraft, the airline had not double- or triple-booked his seat.

The slim, nearly six-foot-tall, forty-two-year-old Thomas was a.s.sistant director of public information at the emba.s.sy. What the t.i.tle of ADPI really meant was that Thomas was a spy: a diplomatic private investigator was how he viewed the acronym. The Russians knew that, of course, which was the reason one or two Russian agents always shadowed Thomas in public. He was certain that someone in Baku would be waiting to tail him as well. Technically, of course, the KGB was finished. But the personnel and the infrastructure of the intelligence operation were still very much in place and very much in use as the Federal Security Service and other "services."

Thomas was dressed in a three-piece gray winter suit that would keep him warm in the heavy cold that always rolled in from the Bay of Baku. Thomas knew he would need more than that-strong Georgian coffee or even stronger Russian cognac-to warm him after the reception he expected to receive at the emba.s.sy. Unfortunately, keeping secrets from your own people was part of the spy business, too. Hopefully, they would vent a little, Thomas would act contrite, and everyone could move on.

Thomas was met by a staff car from the emba.s.sy. He didn't rush tossing his single bag in the trunk. He didn't want any Russian or Azerbaijani agents thinking he was in a hurry. He paused to pop a sucker into his mouth, stretched, then climbed into the car. Be boring. That was the key when you thought you were being watched. Then, if you had to speed up suddenly, chances were good you might surprise and lose whoever was trailing you.

It was a thirty-minute drive from Baku International Airport to the bay-side region that housed the emba.s.sies and the city's commercial district. Thomas never got to spend more than a day or two at a time here, though that was something he still meant to do. He had been to the local bazaars, to the Fire Wors.h.i.+pper's Temple, to the State Museum of Carpets-a museum with a name like that demanded to be seen-and to the most famous local landmark, the Maiden Tower. Located in the old Inner City on the bay and at least two thousand years old, the eight-story tower was built by a young girl who either wanted to lock herself inside or throw herself into the sea-no one knew for certain which version was true. Thomas knew how she felt.

Thomas was taken to see Deputy Amba.s.sador Williamson, who had returned from dinner and was sitting behind her desk, waiting for him. They shook hands and exchanged a few ba.n.a.l words. Then she picked up a pen and noted the time on a legal pad. Moore and Battat came to her office moments later. The agent's neck was mottled black and gunmetal gray. In addition to the bruises, he looked exhausted.

Thomas offered Battat his hand. "Are you all right?"

"A little banged up," Battat said. "I'm sorry about all this, Pat."

Thomas made a face. "Nothing's guaranteed, David. Let's see how we can fix it."

Thomas looked at Moore, who was standing beside Battat. The men had met several times at various Asian emba.s.sy conferences and functions. Moore was a good man, what they called a twenty-four/seven-an agent who lived and ate his work twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week. Right now, Moore was making no attempt to conceal his dark, unforgiving mood.

Thomas extended his hand. Moore accepted it.

"How have you been?" Thomas asked.

"That isn't important," Moore said. "I'm not happy now. There was no reason for this to go down the way it did."

"Mr. Moore, you're correct," Thomas said as he released his hand. "In retrospect, we should have done this all differently. The question is, how do we fix it now?"

Moore sneered. "You don't get off that easily," he said. "Your team mounted a small operation here and didn't tell us. Your man says you were worried about security risks and other factors. What do you think, Mr. Thomas-that the Azerbaijani are wet-wired into the system? That we can't conduct a surveillance without them finding out?"

Thomas walked to an armchair across from Williamson. "Mr. Moore, Ms. Williamson, we had a short time to make a quick decision. We made a bad one, a wrong one. The question is, what do we do now? If the Harpooner is here, can we find him and stop him from getting away?"

"How do we bail you out, you mean?" Moore asked.

"If you like," Thomas conceded. Anything to get this out of reverse and moving ahead.

Moore relaxed. "It isn't going to be easy," he said. "We've found no trace of the boat Mr. Battat says he saw, and we have a man watching the airport. No one who fits the description of the Harpooner has left today."

"What about working backward?" Thomas said. "Why would the Harpooner be in Baku?"

"There are any number of targets a terrorist for hire could hit," Moore said. "Or he may just have been pa.s.sing through on his way to another republic or to the Middle East. You know these people. They rarely take a direct route anywhere."

"If Baku was just a layover, the Harpooner is probably long gone," Thomas said. "Let's concentrate on possible targets in the region and reasons for hitting those targets."

"The Nagorno-Karabakh and Iran are our biggest concerns," Williamson said. "The people in NK have voted themselves an independent republic, while Azerbaijan and Armenia are both fighting to claim it. The whole region will probably explode when Azerbaijan gets enough money to buy more advanced weapons for its military. That would be bad enough for both nations, but with Iran just fifteen miles to the south, it could end up being quite an explosion. As for Iran, even without the NK situation, Teheran and Baku have been gnawing at each other for years over access to everything from offsh.o.r.e oil to Caspian sturgeon and caviar. When the Soviet Union watched over the Caspian, they took what they wanted. And not only are there problems, but the problems overlap," Williamson added. "Sloppy drilling by Azerbaijan has caused a quarter-inch-thick oil film in parts of the sea where Iran fishes for sturgeon. The pollution is killing the fish."

"What is the oil situation, exactly?" Thomas asked.

"There are four major oil fields," Williamson said. "Azeri, Chirag, Guneshli, and Azerbaijan. Azerbaijan and the Western Consortium members that underwrite the drilling are convinced that international law protects their exclusive rights to the sites. But their claim is based on boundaries that are defined by fis.h.i.+ng rights, which both Iran and Russia insist do not apply. So far, the arguments have all been diplomatic."

"But if someone perpetrated a new action somewhere," Thomas said, "such as an emba.s.sy explosion or an a.s.sa.s.sination-"

"There could be a disastrous chain reaction reaching into a half-dozen surrounding nations, affecting oil supplies worldwide, and drawing the United States into a major foreign war," Williamson said.

Moore added sarcastically, "That's why we like to be kept informed about covert actions in our backward little outpost."

Thomas shook his head. "Mea culpa. "Mea culpa. Now, can we all agree to look ahead instead of back?" Now, can we all agree to look ahead instead of back?"

Moore regarded him for a moment, then nodded.

"So," Williamson said, looking down at her notes. "As I understand this, there are two possible scenarios. First, that the individual who attacked Mr. Battat was not the Harpooner, in which case we may have nothing more than a drug smuggler or gunrunner on our hands. One who managed to get the drop on Mr. Battat and then slip away."

"Correct," said Thomas.

"What are the chances of that?" Williamson asked.

"They're unlikely," Thomas said. "We know that the Harpooner is in the region. An official from the Department of State Bureau of Intelligence and Research was on a Turkish Airlines flight from London to Moscow and made a tentative ID of the Harpooner. He tried to follow the target but lost him."

"You're saying an INR guy and the world's most wanted terrorist just happened to be on the same flight?" Moore said.

"I can't speak for the Harpooner, only for the DOS official," Thomas replied. "But we're finding that more and more terrorists and spies take the diplomatic routes. They try to pick up intel from laptops and phone calls. DOS has issued several alerts about that. Maybe it was a coincidence; maybe there was a diskette or phone number the Harpooner wanted to try and steal when the official went to the rest room. I don't know."

"The official was able to identify the Harpooner based on what?" Williamson asked.

"The only known photograph," Thomas told him.

"It was a good picture, reliable," Moore a.s.sured her.

"We were notified and did some checking," Thomas went on. "It fit with some intel we had picked up independently. The pa.s.senger was traveling under an a.s.sumed name with a fake British pa.s.sport. We checked taxi records, found that he had been picked up at the Kensington Hilton in London. He'd only been there for one night, where he met with several people who, according to the concierge, looked and sounded Middle Eastern. We tried to track the individual in Moscow, but no one saw him leave the terminal. So we checked flights to other areas. Someone matching his description had shown a Russian pa.s.sport in the name of Gardner and flown to Baku."

"It is the Harpooner's boat," Deputy Amba.s.sador Williamson said suddenly. "It has to be."

The others looked at her.

"You've heard of it?" Thomas asked.

"Yes. I went to college," Williamson said. "Gardner is the captain of the Rachel Rachel in in Moby-d.i.c.k. Moby-d.i.c.k. It's one of the s.h.i.+ps that was chasing the elusive white whale. She failed to capture him, I might add." It's one of the s.h.i.+ps that was chasing the elusive white whale. She failed to capture him, I might add."

Thomas regarded Battat unhappily. "The Harpooner," Thomas said. "Dammit. Of course. He planted that for us to find."

"Now, there's a smart terrorist," Moore said. "If you recognize the allusion, you would have thought it a joke and wouldn't have bothered to pursue. If you thought it was real, then the Harpooner knew just where you'd be looking for him. And he would be there, waiting to stop you."

"But the boat was was real," Battat said. "I saw the name-" real," Battat said. "I saw the name-"

"A name that was put there to hold your attention for a while," Thomas said. "s.h.i.+t. We fell for that one, big time."

"Which brings us to the second and suddenly very likely scenario," Williamson said. "If the Harpooner has been in Baku, there are two things we need to find out pretty d.a.m.n quick. First, what he wanted and second, where he is now. Is that about right?"

Thomas nodded.

Moore rose. "I'm betting he's no longer using the Russian pa.s.sport. I'll get into the hotel computers and check the names of the guests against our pa.s.sport registry database. See if any new names pop up."

"He may also be working with people here, in which case he may not be staying at a hotel," Thomas said.

"I'll give you a list of known or suspected foreign cells," Moore told him. "You and Mr. Battat can cross-check those with people the Harpooner might have worked with before."

Battat said he would do that.

"There's one other thing we should try," Thomas said. "We pretty much tapped out our Moscow-based sources on this before Mr. Battat came down. It wasn't very productive, but that was all we had time for. What about other governments in the region?"

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