DEFCON level on the fleet of nuclear submarines, but they’re going to ask for a threat assessment, and you know how long that can take, especially without actionable intel.”
Unfortunately, I did. “Tell them it has to do with Eco-Tech and the ELF station in Wisconsin. I’ll send you all my notes. I think we should have enough to get their attention, and they can call me if they need anything else.”
“How is this related to ELF?”
For anyone else it might have surprised me that they were familiar with the extremely low frequency technology, but not with Angela. “They’ll know. Just get them the word and keep me up to speed.”
“All right.”
“I don’t know what kind of time frame we’re looking at here,” I said, “but I don’t like how quickly everything is happening here, so fast-track this.”
“I’ll make that clear.”
“And could you do me one more favor?”
Angela looked at me somewhat suspiciously. “What’s that?”
“I can’t seem to get ahold of Margaret and she was supposed to send me the schematics to the ELF station. Can you look them up?”
“That station has been closed down for years.”
“Wait till I send you the files.”
A pause. “If the schematics are on the Federal Digital Database, I can get them for you.”
“It might only be on the JWICS. And you’re probably going to need above top secret security clearance.”
A long thin silence. I could tell that she was evaluating my request in lieu of the conversation we’d just finished regarding the hacking scenarios. “I think Director Wellington is still in the building. I’ll track her down, ask her.”
“And if you can’t find her?”
“I’ll see what I can do.”
I’d worked with Angela enough to know that pressuring her any more right now was not going to help. “Thanks. I owe you one.”
“If you’re right about any of this, you don’t owe me anything.” She signed off.
I closed the chat window, forwarded all of my notes to her and to USCYBERCOM, then, as I was finishing up, I thought about the GPS location Angela had uncovered and that I’d relayed to Tait. It wasn’t far from from the Schoenberg Inn. Earlier in the day I’d had my team search the Moonbeam because of the possibility that Alexei was keeping Kayla there.
So the Schoenberg? Just get a room, knock Kayla out, lock her in there? It would keep her safe, warm, out of the picture.
I called Tait back and told him to have his men search every room of the Schoenberg while they were in the area after they’d inspected the cabin.
Then I ran down where things were at: Angela was pursuing raising the threat level and looking for Margaret, USCYBERCOM had all the data I did, Tait was having officers search the most likely locations for Kayla, and Alexei Chekov was behind bars. I had the sense that right now just about everything I could put into play on this case was in play.
Dealing with more than one investigation at a time isn’t easy, but more often than not, it’s the default setting for my life. So now, as I reviewed the objectives I’d noted earlier, I realized it was time to review the videos Torres had sent me, the ones found in Reiser’s trailer.
Still at my computer, I braced myself and then pulled up the footage that the ERT had digitized from the VHS cassette documenting Lana Gerriksen’s murder more than a decade ago.
And I pressed play.
71
CIA Detainment Facility 17
Cairo, Egypt
2:29 a.m. Eastern European Time
2 hours 31 minutes until the transmission
After wheeling into the bathroom, Terry used the cell phone to contact Abdul Razzaq Muhammad.
“Two and a half hours,” Terry said. “Your team will be here?”
“They are already in the area. Have the numbers changed?”
“No. They keep a steady rotation here. There’ll be eight to ten agents present.”
“We’ll wait until we have confirmation that the event has occurred, then we will-”
“No. Simultaneous,” Terry said. “That was our agreement. Don’t forget, I can still call this off.”
No reply.
“Do you understand what I’m saying?” Terry pressed him. “It all happens at 03:00 GMT.”
“My men will move in when the missile hits, not when it is fired. Sub-launched missiles are slower than ICBMs, not as accurate. It might miss the target, or it might be disarmed prior to impact.”
“It won’t miss, and once a Trident missile is in the air, it can’t be disarmed, redirected, or recalled.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Some of the newer missiles, maybe, yes. But not the older ones. Not the ones on the USS Louisiana.”
Abdul was unyielding. “We move on impact. Not before.”
After a short internal debate, Terry decided that at this point it wasn’t worth fighting about; a few more minutes wouldn’t matter in the end, not after all these months of captivity. “All right. It’ll be in the air eleven minutes. So, exactly 03:11 GMT.”
“I do not deal well with betrayal. If you don’t deliver, we will kill you, find your female friend, and she will join you in eternity, but only after my men and I have taken our turns with her.”
Spoken like a true religious fanatic.
Terry wasn’t intimidated. “I would expect nothing less.” From you, he thought. “And the money?”
“It will be transferred at 03:11 GMT. Exactly.”
The road to this moment had all begun the day Terry acquired the phone.
China’s growing weapons and economic ties to Pakistan had given him the perfect in. After he’d stolen the phone, he’d contacted his old handler from China to find out who to be in touch with in Pakistan. He bypassed the Taliban and went directly to Al Qaeda sympathizers in the Pakistani government and made Abdul Razzaq Muhammad the offer: “I will acquire a nuclear weapon from one of the United States’s Ohio Class Submarines. I will fire it at the target of your choice if you will provide two things for me in return.”
“What are those?”
“Free me from a CIA detainment facility in Egypt and wire $100,000,000 to the bank account number I provide you.”
Yes, the dollar figure was significant, but so were Abdul Razzaq Muhammad’s contacts.
Terry calculated that some of the money would come from oil, but, considering the people he was working with, he knew that most of it would come from the United States government itself, siphoned from the $2.4 billion of annual aid that the US gives to Pakistan, officially “to help the citizens of the country democratically grow their economy,” unofficially, to combat the rampant anti-American sentiment: “A core component in the worldwide fight against global terrorism.”
In other words, spend billions of American taxpayer dollars to help grow the economy of a country where nearly 70 percent of the people still think the US is their enemy, while American unemployment hovers at 10 percent.
A plan like that could only come from Capitol Hill.
After making the offer, Terry had given Abdul the information he would need to confirm his identity and qualifications, and it took the Al Qaeda operative less than a day to verify that Terry Manoji, a man who’d worked undetected as a spy for two years while employed at the NSA, was the person he claimed to be and could deliver