The Callsign (6 page)
Khalid said, "No, no. My wife has prepared dinner. Another time." He pushed past me into his office.
I felt the adrenaline spike, flooding through my veins, and wait.ed to hear Khalid ask what the hell Retro was doing. I glanced at Jesse and said, "Block the door."
I entered the office to find Retro packing his bags and Khalid shutting down his computer. Nothing amiss at all. Retro glanced at me with a grin and said, "We going to follow you, Muhammad? I'm looking forward to some home cooking."
* * *
An hour and a half later, we were all stuffed and going into food comas. Khalid's wife had been the epitome of hospitality, and, truthfully, Khalid himself was growing on me. It probably wasn't the correct thing to think given my line of work, but I was glad this mission profile explicitly prevented us from harming him, as we didn't want to spike al-Qaeda about their compromise.
His wife brought out tea, and I felt my phone vibrate. I risked a surreptitious glance and saw a text that the GPS tracker was in place.
Retro had purchased international smart phones for all of us and had embedded an application that tracked each one. I'd given instructions to Kranz, Reaper, and Bull to wait until we were stationary, then to drive to our location and emplace a civilian tracker on Khalid's vehicle. It wouldn't transmit, but it would record every bit of movement that Khalid made for three weeks, including changes in elevation and temperature, and it was seamlessly integrated with Google Earth. The only bad thing was we would need to recover it to get the data, but when we did, we'd know everywhere he had gone. And would have our pat.tern of life with little work.
It was another Retro purchase, and it made me wonder what the hell the CIA was keeping hidden from us. If this could be bought open source, they had to have something that would do exponentially more.
I relaxed after reading the text, feeling the anxiety that had been a slow burn for the last two hours disappear. I saw Khalid answer his phone and turned my attention to his wife, taking a small cup of tea from her.
Khalid left the room, then returned in a few minutes with a sense of urgency and his laptop. "Mr. Logan, I'm sorry, but something has come up at the plant. I have to return to meet my boss."
"Something with security? Should I go?" I asked.
"No, no, it's just a mechanical error. I hope you enjoyed tonight." He motioned us toward the door. "I'm sorry to hear that, but I definitely enjoyed the meal. Thank you." We headed to the driveway and I smelled something rotten.
What does a CAD/CAM designer have to do with any mechanical issues?
The city of Aden was on a spit of land that jutted out of the coast of Yemen like the head of a golf club. The city was on the shaft of the club, which is where the desalinization plant was located, just southwest of the airport. Khalid lived on the top edge of the face of the club and should have followed us up the coast road before turning off to the plant.
Instead he turned south, heading into the heart of the peninsula, through a desolate area of desert. The only thing at the south end of the peninsula was an industrial zone and a bunch of shantytowns.
In the car with Retro and Jesse, I called the other part of the team. "Kranz, you got eyes on? You see that? We'll get the golden egg off tonight's data. He's going to meet someone."
"Yeah, I'm on it. Right behind him."
What?
"What do you mean you're behind him? Let him go. I say again, let him go. We'll get the data and analyze it later." "He's got a laptop with him, and he's on a road in the middle of nowhere. This is our chance." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I said to Retro, "Turn this thing around. Catch up to them." I keyed my radio again. "Kranz, back off."
He didn't reply. I looked at the map and saw he was right: the road Khalid was on was a deserted strip through the desert, not that it mattered one iota. Maybe later, if we got Omega for a takedown, but not now.
"Reaper, Reaper, what's your status?" "Was headed back, but I'm on him now. I can see taillights about two miles up." "Kranz, you'd better answer me or I'm going to fucking crush you." He came back on. "Pike, he's running. He knows I'm on him."
Jesus Christ.
"Back off, damn it. Let him go."
"That's not how it works. We're compromised, and he's got the data with him. I'm going to get it before he burns the information."
I started pounding the dash, infuriated that I'd let Kurt talk me into taking this walking disaster.
We were now on the desolate road, and I could see the lights in the distance, off through the desert. Two up tight and one farther back.
"Kranz, you're right on his ass. He probably thinks you're some sort of militia. He has no idea who you are. Back off!"
Instead I saw his headlights close onto Khalid's bumper then I saw the headlights of Khalid' s vehicle spin off the road.
I pulled out my NODs and fumbled for my Glock underneath the seat, saying, "Gas it. Get there now!"
We closed within a hundred meters, moving over eighty miles an hour, and I saw Reaper's vehicle slide to a stop, broadside in the road.
Retro hit the brakes and I bailed out the passenger door, Jesse right behind me. I saw Kranz running to the vehicle, then heard the
pop-pop-pop
of rounds. In stark relief, illuminated in the eerie green of my night vision, I saw Khalid desperately shooting to.ward the sound of Kranz.
He dropped to the ground and rolled away. I heard another crack and saw Khalid snap sideways, then crumple back into the car. Reaper closed the distance with his Glock at the ready.
On the run, I shouted, "Kranz, you okay?"
He rose and moved unsteadily to the car. He reached in back and pulled out the laptop. I ignored him and went to Reaper, now attempting to staunch the life flowing out of Khalid through the wound Kranz had created. But it was worthless. Khalid's head was split at the top, with about a golf-ball-sized chunk missing, brain tissue oozing onto the front seat of the car. I thought about his wife whom I'd just left.
Kranz said, "Got the laptop. We need to get the hell out of here."
I felt a rage unlike anything I had ever experienced. I slowly turned toward him, trying to regain control. Trying to maintain the mantle of leadership entrusted to me.
Reaper said, "You stupid bastard. You just destroyed whatever is on that laptop."
Kranz said, "Bullshit. It'll be a month before this makes it through the AQ system. You military guys never want to think outside the box. We had a perfect opportunity, and I took it. Besides, I'm not the one that killed him."
Reaper swung a hard right cross with his entire body behind it, his oversized fist connecting right above Kranz's left eye. The impact sounded like a baseball bat hitting a rack of ribs. Kranz's head popped back, and he dropped to the ground like a puppet with the strings cut.
Nobody moved for a moment; then Jesse knelt next to Kranz, putting a white light on him. He said, "Jesus, you hit him so hard I can see your knuckles on his skull."
I said, "Is he dead?"
"No. He's breathing. But I guarantee he's got a concussion."
I looked at Reaper, who was now staring at the ground, know.ing he'd be court-martialed for attacking his second-in-command. The rest of the team was a little shell-shocked at the whole event. I felt a crushing disappointment, because I was the team leader and this was about as worse a mission as I could devise. Our first operation.
"Bull, Retro, clean up the mess. Drive the vehicle as deep as you can get it into the desert. Jesse, load up Kranz in your car. We show up to work tomorrow like nothing happened. Let them sort it out. We get this hard drive to the Taskforce and stay and finish the contract."
I waited until they were in motion, then looked at Reaper, patiently ready to hear the worst. I said, "What the hell am I going to do with you?"
He said, "Sorry. I ... just lost it. I didn't mean to hit Kranz so hard."
I kicked the dirt, considering my options, which I knew should be charging him with assaulting a superior officer. But I really didn't want to do that, since Kranz deserved everything he got.
Reaper said, "Look, I'll make this easy. I shouldn't have exploded like that, and I know that's not what this unit is about. I understand the risks of my behavior. I'll fly home tomorrow and turn in my kit. The plant doesn't know I'm on the contract, and there's no way both of us can remain on this team."
The statement made my decision harder, not easier. He was proving to be everything we needed. Then his last sentence hit home.
He's right. No way can both of them stay after this. Perfect.
I said, "You still want a job?" His eyes held hope. "Yeah, of course. The mission is why I joined. I'll do whatever shit job you want to give me." "You're the new two IC. Kranz is fired. He'll be lucky if I even get him evac'd." He looked at me in surprise, then stuttered something, unable to stitch together a coherent sentence. I smiled. "There still has to be some punishment, though. Forget about Reaper. Your callsign is now Knuckles."
Table of Contents