'I will,' he said.
'With Nanda. Across the border.' 'No,' she said emphatically.
'I don't know why you're both so willing to trust those bastards in Washington,' Friday went on.
'We're at our closest approach to the border. It's just about twenty or thirty minutes north of here. Troops have probably been pulled out to man the incursion line.'
'Some,' Rodgers agreed.
'Not all.'
'Enough,' Friday replied.
'Heading there makes more sense than going another hour northeast to God-knows where
'Not to the guys we report to,' Rodgers reminded him.
'They're not here,' Friday shot back.
'They don't have on-site intelligence. They aren't in our shoes.'
'They're not field personnel,' Rodgers pointed out.
'This is one of the things we trained for.'
'Blind, stupid loyalty?' Friday asked.
'Was that also part of your training. General?'
'No. Trust,' Rodgers replied.
'I respect the judgment of the men I work with.'
'Maybe that's why you ended up with a valley full of dead soldiers,' Friday said.
Mike Rodgers let the remark go. He had to. He did not have the time or extra energy to break Friday's jaw.
Friday continued to pace Rodgers. The NSA agent shook his head.
'How many disasters have to bite a military guy in the ass before he takes independent action?' he asked.
'Hell, Herbert isn't even a superior officer. You're taking orders from a civilian.'
'And you're pushing it,' Rodgers said.
'Let me ask you something,' Friday went on.
'If you knew you could cross the line of control and get Nanda to a place where she could broadcast her story, would you disobey your instructions?'
'No,' Rodgers replied.
'Why?'
'Because there may be a component to this we're not aware of,' Rodgers replied.
'Like what?' Friday asked.
'A 'for instance'?' Rodgers said.
'You flew out here with an Indian officer instead of waiting for us to join the cell, against instructions. Well, you hate taking orders.
Maybe you were being headstrong. Or maybe you're working with the SFF.
It could be that if we follow your short hop toward the border we'll end up not reaching Pakistan at all.'
'That's possible,' Friday admitted.
'So why didn't I cut you down back at the valley? That would have made certain I get things my way.'
'Because then Nanda would have known she's a dead woman,' Rodgers told him.
'Can you guarantee that won't happen if she crawls across a glacier with you?'
Rodgers did not answer. Friday had a sharp, surgical mind.
Anything the general said would be sculpted to support Friday's point of view. Then it would be fired back at him.
Rodgers did not want to do anything that might fuel doubts in Nanda's mind.
'Think about this,' Friday continued.
'We're following the directions of Washington bureaucrats without knowing where we're going or why. We've been running across the mountains for hours without food or rest. We may not even reach the target, especially if we carry each other around.
Have you considered the possibility that's the plan?'
'Mr. Friday, if you want to cross the line of control you go ahead,' Rodgers told him.
'I do,' Friday said. He leaned in front of Rodgers. He looked at Nanda.
'If she goes with me, I'll get her to Pakistan and safety.'
