The major took in the look on Harry’s face and blanched. “You really didn’t know, did you?”
Harry crossed the room in two strides, anger flashing in his eyes. “I don’t have time for riddles, blast you!”
Hossein never blinked. “The man you call FULLBACK is our sleeper agent. The man who betrayed your team in the foothills of the Alborz.”
“I never would have suspected,” Davood replied, stalling for time.
Hamid glared, circling, the gun still extended in his hand as he talked. “You don’t understand what all this means, do you? You pray at the masjid on Fridays and you dare to call it faith. My whole
Davood shook his head. “The Quran commands that ‘if they incline to peace, incline to it also’. This is not the way of Allah, my brother.”
“I am
The first bullet caught him in the side of the jawbone, fragmenting bone and pulverizing tissue…
Harry shook his head. “No, you must be mistaken.”
Yet even as he spoke, his words felt hollow, empty, lacking conviction. Could it be? That they had been wrong all along.
“I’m not,” Hossein replied, utter sincerity in his voice. “I tried to tell your director this, but he refused to listen.”
True enough. And then it all clicked into place-Thomas had been betrayed to the enemy, but Davood hadn’t known his location. Hamid had.
Harry stood there, still frozen in indecision. How long had he and Hamid worked together? How many times had they saved each other’s lives? The blood debt.
The door opened and Abdul Ali appeared, bearing both of the canisters. The Jordanian took a look around at the faces in the security center and asked, “What’s happened?”
Harry ignored him, turning to Tex. “I’m going in.”
“That was not the plan,” Abdul Ali protested, setting the canisters down by the door.
“The plan,” Harry retorted, “has gone out the window. We’ve got a rogue agent in the masjid and two canisters still in play. Tex, I need you to stay here and disarm the second container. Abdul Ali, you’re coming with me.”
“My orders,” the bodyguard replied stoutly, “are to keep you out of the masjid.”
“And my orders are to prevent your people from dying by the thousands.” Harry picked up the UMP-45 and slung it around his neck, buttoning his leather jacket over it. “I’ll leave you to reconcile the two.”
As the Jordanian stood in the door, undecided, Hossein spoke up. “Give me a gun and I’ll join you.”
Harry considered the request for a moment, then motioned to Tex. “Give him your back-up.”
Without a word, Texan pulled a.357 Magnum Ruger LCR from his ankle holster and handed it to the Iranian major, butt-first, along with a pair of speedloaders. Hossein spun the cylinder with a smile of satisfaction, shoving the gun into a trousers pocket.
Ali seemed still to be considering his decision and Harry moved toward the doorway, his face hard as a flint, his hand on his holstered pistol. In the chaos left by Hamid’s betrayal, he saw his mission clear.
For a moment, the two men stood face-to-face, staring into each other’s eyes. Then the Jordanian stepped aside with a sigh. “I have a duty to the Mufti, whom I have sworn before Allah to obey. And I have a duty to my own conscience. I will go with you.”
Ali picked up the two-way at his belt and issued an order in Arabic. “The public is to be denied access to the lower levels of al-Aqsa and the Masjid al-Marwani. Effective immediately.”
Harry’s hand fell away from the butt of his Colt and he nodded, without a trace of a smile.
“Let’s roll then.”
“I think the bleeding has stopped,” Thomas said, stepping back to assess his work. He had torn his t-shirt into pieces to bandage the young woman’s shoulder. “But the bullet is still in your shoulder. A doctor will have to remove it.”
She shook her head. “Why didn’t you kill me?”
“I don’t know,” Thomas replied with a shrug. “Didn’t seem much point in it, after all was said and done. What about you?”
The woman looked at him strangely, and in that moment he realized that she was quite young-maybe nineteen or twenty. “About me? What do you mean?”
He knelt beside the sniper rifle and looked back to where she sat, her hands tied in front of her. “How come you tried to kill me?”
It seemed like a long time before she responded, and when she did there were tears in her eyes. “I was caught in my boyfriend’s bed.”
“So?” Thomas asked with a shrug.
“The penalty for fornication is death, but the imam said my sin would be forgiven if I gave my life in jihad. I was to carry out a bombing in the Christian Quarter this evening.”
Thomas considered her reply. “That’s a deuce of an atonement. Somehow I don’t see how having sex fits in the balance sheet of blowing yourself up.”
The next moment, his headset crackled. “EAGLE SIX to LONGBOW, be advised this network is compromised.”
Harry’s voice sounded distant, strained. “I am issuing an SOS on Hamid Zakiri.”
Shoot on Sight. “I didn’t get that, EAGLE SIX,” Thomas replied, sure he had heard wrong. It couldn’t be. “Repeat.”
“If you see Hamid, don’t hesitate. Shoot to kill.”
“What’s going on?”
Chaos. Confusion. Judging by the voices on the radio network, he had caused all of that and more. Hamid pushed it away from his mind and focused, kneeling by the third canister.
He had found it exactly where he had expected, based on the map Farouk had sent. As the other two canisters had been, but that cursed Davood had located them both. This one was well placed, but it wouldn’t do near the damage that the others had been meant to do. Somehow, he had to get it back up to the assembly hall of the masjid, where the worshipers were now gathering.
With a small tug, he separated the wires connecting the canister with the Semtex charge designed to interfere with tampering. The bacteria had been placed in a five-foot-square area of dead space, but it wasn’t safe to move into view of the security cameras. Not yet.
He pulled the TACSAT from his pocket and consulted the screen. Thirty-five seconds…
Hamid had been lying. It had been a set-up. If anything, this canister was simpler to disarm than the first. Almost there. Just one more wire. Tex looked up from his work with the bomb as every screen in the surveillance center went black, then lit up with a blinking error message in Arabic, “SYSTEMS OFF-LINE”.
