The Panther

Anyway, we all ordered soft drinks, and Masud floated off to the lobby lounge.

Captain McAndrews said to the Sana’a contingent, “So you had a little excitement on the road.”

Brenner replied, “Five hours of boredom, two minutes of pure terror.” He added, “Predators did a great job.” He further added, “Road security is going downhill fast.”

Doug Reynolds, the DSS guy, said to Brenner, “I spoke to Ed Peters and he’s okay with your men staying here overnight-not happy, but okay. Meanwhile, I’ve put in a request through channels for a Yemeni Army escort back to Sana’a.”

Brenner replied, “Normally I wouldn’t want that, but I’ll take it if we can get it.” He added, “If we get offered a National Security police escort-for hire or for free-the answer is no.”

I interjected, “Especially if it’s Captain Dammaj.”

Buck and Brenner both laughed. See? They weren’t pissed at me.

Doug asked, “Who’s Captain Dammaj?”

Buck replied, “An NSB officer we met on the road. I sat-phoned that in.” He further explained, “John told him to go fuck himself.” Buck apologized to the three ladies for my language and added, “Unfortunately, we didn’t know that Captain Dammaj spoke English.”

Everyone got a good laugh at that.

Buck told our colleagues, in case they didn’t know, “This country is close to dysfunctional.”

Betsy Collins said, “Dysfunctional would be an improvement.”

As I said, and as I saw the last time I was here, our relations with our Yemeni allies were not good. The Americans saw the Yemenis as corrupt, devious, and inept, and the Yemenis knew what we thought of them. I had no idea what they thought of us, but it was easy to guess.

And to make matters worse, we were stretched so thin here that we were barely able to accomplish our mission, and barely able to protect ourselves from our enemies, not to mention our Yemeni allies.

The soft drinks came, and Doug proposed a toast. “Welcome to our guests, and here’s to much success on your mission.” He added, “Whatever it is.”

That got a few conspiratorial chuckles. Plausible deniability is important with Black Ops jobs.

I didn’t think we’d have much to do with these Aden people once we left here to find The Panther, and as with most Black Ops missions, we’d be mostly on our own. Also, though we might never see them again, they might see us if they were assigned to a body identification and recovery detail. But think happy thoughts.

Doug asked Clare, “How’s your patient?”

Clare replied, “He’ll be fine. But I’ll have to see if he needs sutures, and he needs to keep it clean.”

Captain Mac offered, “Infections are rampant here.” He added, “This whole place is a petri dish.”

Shithole.

Lyle Manning, the FBI SWAT Team Leader, changed the subject and said, “We’re a little concerned about this reported threat of an Al Qaeda attack on this installation.”

Actually, it wasn’t an installation; it was a hotel with plate glass windows. I reported, “Paul and I heard this firsthand from an Al Qaeda prisoner at Ghumdan, and the prisoner seemed credible.”

My buddy Paul agreed and added, “Al Qaeda has lost the element of surprise, so I’m sure we can deal with anything Al Qaeda tries here.”

Captain Mac added, “If, as reported, it’s only forty or so enemy combatants, it won’t be a problem. In fact, it’s an opportunity.”

Why was I not seeing these Al Qaeda attacks as opportunities? What is wrong with me?

I glanced at Clare, who looked like she wasn’t hearing this correctly. This hotel is an Al Qaeda target? Did I miss that memo?

More importantly, Howard, as an attorney and an employee of the Department of Justice and an honest man, did not need to be hearing things he didn’t need to hear. We hadn’t gone there yet, but we would, so I suggested, “If it’s all the same to Mr. Fensterman and Dr. Nolan, and the rest of us, I think Howard and Clare might want to recon the hotel and the beach.” I said that nice. Right?

Howard and Clare got it, stood, and excused themselves.

Brenner inquired of one and all, “What are the Yemenis providing or promising in the way of extra security?”

Lyle Manning replied, “To be honest, we haven’t requested anything.”

Say again?

Lyle looked at Buck, who informed us, “It was I who suggested that we not ask the Yemeni government for a large show of force.”

What were you thinking, Buck? I reminded him, “You said back at the embassy that you were going to notify the Yemeni government at the highest levels that we needed extra security here.”

“Yes, I did say that.” He explained, however, “If I asked the Yemenis for extra security, that would alert Al Qaeda that we knew this hotel is a target.” Buck continued his reasoning. “If Al Qaeda thought we had information about an attack on the Sheraton, they would also think that we had information from the same source-the prisoner in Ghumdan-about the last known location of The Panther.”

No one had anything to say about that, and I had the feeling that the Aden contingent agreed with the old Cold Warrior’s crafty thinking-though they were sitting in the bull’s-eye.

More interesting, Buck seemed to have the power of life-and-death decisions. Buck was a big man.

Captain Mac also reminded us, “The fewer Yemeni Army people we have around here, the better I like it.” He smiled and confided to us, “The first targets we take out are the Yemeni Army’s.50 caliber along with the Yemeni commo tent.”

Don’t forget the guys under the sun umbrellas.

On the subject of tipping off Al Qaeda, no one was suggesting that we evacuate the European or Arab guests. I guess the attitude was “Fuck them.” There’s a reason for cheap high-season rates. If you don’t know the reason, that’s your problem. Indeed, we had become a bit callous. Except when it came to American lives. Everyone else was expendable. Well, maybe our European and Arab allies needed a deeper appreciation of what the Americans were up against. They could stand on the sidelines if they wanted, but they could get killed there, too.

Lyle Manning let us know, “The entire SWAT Team will be pulling all-nighters until further notice.”

Doug Reynolds added, “We also now have the DSS men from Sana’a.”

Brenner reminded him, “Only for tonight, Doug.” He let us know, “There’s a new and credible threat to the embassy, and they need to get back.”

The safest place in Yemen might be swimming in the gulf with the sharks.

My other thought was that any attack on Americans would trigger the Cole response. Within two weeks of the Cole attack, there were close to two hundred American military, intelligence, and anti-terrorist people in this hotel and on ships out in the harbor. The Yemenis had made us scale down since then, but there were people in Washington who wanted to ratchet it up. All we needed was an excuse. And a few more dead Americans.

Kate, who hadn’t said anything so far, now said, “I understand the decision not to increase security here. But I also don’t want to risk any of our team being… becoming casualties here.” She added, “We need to depart this location as soon as possible and go to where we think we will make contact with the suspect.”

Buck replied to Kate, “We understand that.” He let our colleagues know, “We hope to be out of here-and out of your hair-as soon as we get the intel we need.”

This brought us to the subject of our missing team member, but I wasn’t sure any of the Aden people had any info on that, so I didn’t bring it up. That was up to Buck, and he wasn’t saying anything about the CIA.

But I did want to know about the evacuation plan, though I think I already knew the answer to that. Nevertheless, I said to Doug Reynolds, “Ed Peters said you’d brief us on an evacuation plan.”

Doug smiled, which was not what I wanted to see. He said, “Ed tells everyone coming here to ask me about that.” He confided to us, “It’s called the Alamo plan.” He asked me, “Any questions?”

I guess not.

Betsy Collins did say, however, “If we have advance warning from our sources, and if we could get to the airport, we have air resources in the area that could evacuate us.” She added, “Or, if we could get to the harbor, we can rendezvous with or commandeer a ship.”