salvos and tracers that the valley looked like a space combat scene from a science fiction movie, flickering red tracers arcing between the valley and the mountainside.
Brown hollered to go. Treehorn, Ramirez, and the prisoner came charging down toward my position. Brown brought up the rear.
Once they linked up with me, I led them farther down while the Bradley gunners continued to cover us. We were clearly identified as friendlies now.
My mouth had gone dry by the time we reached the rally point five minutes later, and I asked if anyone had a canteen. Ramirez pushed one into my hands and said, “Our boy’s got some explaining, eh?” He cocked a thumb at the prisoner.
“Should be interesting…”
The Bradley gunners broke fire, and for a few long moments, an utter silence fell over the mountains…
I glanced back at Hume, who was still sitting near Nolan’s body. A sobering moment to be sure. If I stared any longer, I feared my lungs would collapse.
Out of the silence, in an almost surreal cry, a lone Taliban fighter cut loose a combination of curse words he’d probably memorized from a hip-hop song. Once his shout had echoed away, roars of laughter came from the crews and dismounted troops around the Bradleys.
We’d never heard anything like that. The Taliban were usually yelling how great God was — not swearing at us in our own language. And I didn’t want them polluted by America. I wanted them maniacal and religious and steadfast. They seemed a more worthy adversary that way. To believe they could be influenced by us was, in a word, disconcerting.
Harruck had a small planning room, and we all filed in, unfolded the metal chairs, and took seats around a rickety card table. The spook’s face had been cleaned up by one of Harruck’s medics, and he was demanding to make a phone call.
“What do you think this is?” I asked him. “County lockup?”
“We’ll get to your phone call,” Harruck told the spook in a softer tone than I’d used. He faced me. “What the hell is going on? Did you destroy the caves?”
“Most of them.”
“And him?”
I took a deep breath and exhaled loudly for effect. “He’s CIA and posing as a Chinese opium buyer or smuggler. His cover got blown. He ran into us before he could skip town.”
“I demand to be released.”
“Those are good demands,” said Harruck. “We like them. Just give me a couple of minutes.”
“No, right now.”
Harruck’s expression darkened. “What the hell are you people doing on my mountain? Why is your backpack full of opium? What the hell is your mission here?”
“Aren’t you going to ask me about my face?”
Harruck looked at me. “No, I’m not.”
The door suddenly opened and in walked Bronco, escorted by one of Harruck’s lieutenants.
Bronco spoke rapidly. “Captain, we appreciate your help and assistance here, and if there’s nothing else, I’d like to escort my colleague off the base.”
Harruck eyed an empty chair. “Sit down, Bronco.”
“Whoa, take it easy there, Joe. You got no idea what you’re dealing with here.”
I smote a fist on the card table, and it nearly collapsed. “I just lost another man. And I’m not walking out of here until you tell us what’s going on, what your mission is here, and how it might affect what we’re trying to do. As a matter of fact, XO, do us a favor and lock that door. Armed guard outside. No one’s leaving until you two spooks cough up the truth.”
“You can’t do that, buddy. We have the right to walk out of here.”
“Yes, you do. But we’re way out here in the middle of nowhere,” I said. “And we’re all going to get along nicely, otherwise bad things will happen. Bad things.”
Bronco shifted up to me. “Don’t threaten me, soldier boy. I’ve been at this a lot longer than you. And as far as we’re concerned, you know all you need to.”
“Do you know the location of our captured soldier?” Harruck asked the prisoner point-blank.
“No.”
“What’s your name?”
He thought a moment. “Mike.”
“Okay, Mikey,” I began. “You guys are working on some Chinese connection with HERF guns and opium. I get that. I’m just a jarhead, a monkey, but I get that. Does your operation tie directly to Zahed? I just need a yes or a no.”
Bronco, sighed, frowned, then sighed again. “Does our operation link to Zahed? Well… not exactly.”
I closed my eyes and thought of murder.
TWENTY-THREE
The “opium palaces,” as they were called by the media, were mansions constructed by rich drug lords on the outskirts of Kabul, and a few were beginning to sprout up in Kandahar. One I’d visited in Kabul was on Street 6 in a neighborhood called Sherpur. That place was a four-story monstrosity with eleven bedrooms and had been constructed with the heavy use of pink granite and lime marble. The media referred to these mansions as “narcotecture” in reference to Afghanistan’s corrupt government. There were massage showers, a rooftop fountain, and even an Asian-themed nightclub in the basement. The pig that owned it was finally busted by the police, but his brotherin-law was allowed to buy it from him and was renting it out for twelve thousand bucks a week. What a bargain.
Ironically, it was that very house, a somewhat infamous landmark now, that Bronco began to talk about.
“So basically what we’d like to do is move Zahed over there and dismantle his operation here. He’s got a nice smuggling operation going on with the Chinese and the Pakistanis, so it’s been difficult.”
“We just want to kill or capture him. You want to play
“Besides,” added Harruck, “we’re not authorized at this level to negotiate a joint operation with you. This has all got to go through higher.”
“That’s where you’re wrong, Joe,” said Bronco. “We all want to get Zahed out of here. That’s the truth.”
“You want to put him up in a mansion and turn him into an informant. He’s got one of our guys, and he’s parading him around on TV, threatening to kill him, making insane demands, and you want to do business with this clown.”
“Exactly,” said Mike, gently touching his swollen cheek. “He’s worth a lot more if we keep him operating. Just not here…”
“So you guys supplied Zahed’s men with the HERF guns because you knew Special Forces would be sent in here.”
“Not true,” said Bronco. “Zahed’s got his own connections, and he’s smart enough to know that you SF guys are after him. He’s heard all about some of your
“Oh, he hasn’t knocked us out. Not yet. I don’t need toys to bring him down.”
“Okay, Mr. Bravado. You’re a badass, we get that,” said Mike. “But when it comes to this place, that doesn’t mean jack.”
I turned to Harruck. “I think at this point, we should lock these guys up until we get higher down here and figure out what the plan is. As far as I’m concerned, they’ve both been interfering with our mission.”
“Aw, that’s bullshit, and you know it,” said Bronco. “I took you to see the old men. I told you what you’re up
