flexed his fingers as he stalked across the rocky, uneven terrain.
It's all right, Friday told himself. He was here, at the heart of the action, in control of his destiny. Bob Herbert was back in Washington barking orders. Orders that could easily be ignored since Lewis had not allowed him to be seconded to Op-Center. Friday put the self-pitying bureaucrat from his mind and concentrated on the work at hand.
Captain Nazir had gone inside with Apu Kumar. The Black Cat officer was looking around the house while Kumar sat quietly on the tattered couch. Both men turned as Friday entered.
'What did they say?' Nazir asked.
'The Pakistani cell is alive and well and apparently moving north through the Himalayas,' Friday told Nazir.
Op Center and the NSA are considering a joint mission to try and apprehend the cell along with Mr. Kumar's granddaughter.
They want to keep them all out of the hands of the SFF.
Would the Black Cat Commandos and their allies in the government have a problem with an American-run search-and recover mission?'
'Does your government believe there is a chance for a nuclear exchange?' Nazir asked.
'If they didn't think so, they would not even be considering a covert action,' Friday replied.
'It looks like your friends from the Special Frontier Force wanted that cell bad enough. Our ELINT resources caught a squad of them chasing the Pakistanis through the mountains.'
'Where is the SFF squad?' Nazir asked.
'Waiting in line for reincarnation,' Friday replied.
'Excuse me?'
'From what I gathered the commandos were caught by a Pakistani suicide bomber,' Friday told him.
'I see,' Nazir said. He thought for a moment.
'The SFF presence supports what we were thinking, that they set this up.'
'It sure looks that way,' Friday said.
'Then yes,' Nazir said.
'The Black Cat Commandos would help you in any way we can.'
'Good,' Friday said. He walked over to Kumar.
'We're going to need your help, too,' he told the farmer.
'Your granddaughter was apparently working for the SFF. Her testimony is the key to war and peace. If we catch up to them she must be made to tell the truth.'
Apu Kumar rolled a slumped shoulder.
'She is an honest girl. She would not lie.'
'She's also a patriot, isn't she?' Friday asked.
'Of course,' Apu agreed.
'Patriotism has a way of dulling the senses,' Friday told him.
'That's why soldiers sometimes throw themselves on hand grenades. If your granddaughter helped the SFF frame the Pakistanis for the destruction of a Hindu temple, she has to tell that to the Indian people.'
Apu seemed surprised and gravely concerned.
'Do you think that is what she's done?' he asked.
'We do,' Friday told him.
'Poor Nanda,' Apu said.
'We're not just talking about Nanda,' Captain Nazir said.
'If she does not tell what she knows then millions of people may die.'
Apu rose.
'Nanda could not have known what she was doing. She would never have agreed to such an outcome.
But I will help you,' he said.
'What do you want me to do?'
'For now, get some warm clothes together and wait,' Friday said.
'If you have extra gloves and long Johns, bring them too.' Apu said he would and then hurried to the bedroom. Friday walked over to a small table and pulled the maps from his pocket.
'Captain?' he said. It was a command, not a question.
'Yes?' Nazir replied.
'We need to make plans,' Friday said.
'Flight plans?' Nazir said, noticing the charts.
