He and one of my sergeants have been working all night. I called on them a short while ago with weaponry he wanted, including a machine gun for mounting in the Raptor. He told me the engine was now ready.
And this Wali Hussein chap?
Knows where he stands, as far as I m concerned. I don t know whether he ll be much good to you.
Well, I must say Gregory Slay has come up trumps in my book, Ferguson said. I look forward to meeting him.
Slay and Hamid showered in the staff quarters at the back of the hangar. It had been a hard night, but it had been worth it, Slay told himself as he got dressed. There had been plenty that had needed taking care of. He was so pleased that he actually felt full of energy as he stood looking at the old Raptor, and Hamid had hosed it down to finish things off.
She looks good, sahib?
You were a great help, Slay told him.
Wali Hussein came down the steps and paused, gazing in awe at the helicopter. My God, what have you done?
A complete overhaul, which is what was required. You look a mess, so go and stand under a shower for half an hour. That s an order. We may need your brain working.
The van swung into the hangar and braked to a halt. Colonel Hamza got out of the front, Ferguson leading Miller and Dillon out of the back, followed by Holley and Sara.
They all stood staring at the helicopter, the muzzle of the machine gun poking out of the side door, which had been rolled back, Slay and Hamid standing beside it.
Dillon said, I thought it was supposed to be some kind of wreck.
Well, it looks pretty damn good to me, Sara said.
And to me. Ferguson held out his hand. Captain Slay? I can only congratulate you on a job well done. If it flies as well as it looks, our problems are over.
Oh, I think she might surprise you, General, Slay told him. She s surprised me already.
That s good to hear, so let s all sit down, talk things over, and discuss our next move.
The rear of the hangar was still the departure hall from the old days of the airport, with chairs and tables in profusion, toilets that still worked, and kitchen facilities. They put some tables together, and Sergeant Hamid went to make coffee and tea while the plan of action was considered.
It could all be very simple, Ferguson said.
Ali Selim is in Amira and waiting, probably contacting his people in London to try and find out what s gone wrong. No news from his niece or Jemal, no big bang at Westminster.
The important thing is who s waiting with him in Amira, Slay said.
He went and got into the Raptor, and Hamza, who had noticed Wali Hussein hanging around on the fringe of things, said, Here s a man who must have a point of view. He owns three of these Raptors and does a brisk business running guns and drugs to the Taliban.
Slay leaned out the door of the Raptor, one hand on the machine gun. You re wasting your time. He s half American and can t even speak Pashtu.
It s true, Wali Hussein said. Just leave me out of it, and he turned, moved away to the back, and disappeared into the kitchen area.
Ferguson and Miller had their heads together with Dillon and Hamza, and Holley approached Sara. Are you all right?
I was impressed with what Slay had to say. I could do with another cup of coffee. Let s see what Hamid s got going in the kitchen.
There was no sign of him, only a pot bubbling on the electric stove. She switched it off and was suddenly aware of a low voice coming from the next room. Holley started to speak, and she held up her hand and shook her head.
Someone s speaking in Pashtu, she said, and eased the waist-high screen door gently open to reveal Wali Hussein talking softly into a mobile phone. She turned to Holley.
He said he couldn t speak Pashtu.
We ll see about that. Holley darted out the door, appeared in seconds on the other side, a Colt in his hand, and rammed the barrel into Hussein s neck. Now then, you little bastard, let s have some truth.
Everybody watched as Colonel Hamza questioned Hussein, who stood before him handcuffed, Sergeant Hamid at his side.
I have no time to waste in this matter, the colonel said. You will answer my questions or it will be the worse for you.
They will cut me to pieces, Hussein told him.
Who, the Taliban or Al Qaeda?
I dare not say.
Hamza turned to Sergeant Hamid. Take him down to the military prison. Don t book him, turn him loose in the general cell, lose him. We ll see how he likes that. Twenty-four hours and he won t be able to walk.
Sara, horrified, said to Hussein in Pashtu, Don t be stupid. He means it. Tell him what he wants to know.
He raged at her in fluent Pashtu. All right! The Taliban rule in Amira, but on behalf of Al Qaeda. Ali Selim arrived from London in a gold Hawker jet, with two prominent businessmen with him as cover. I flew him to Amira myself in the Raptor that you didn t think was safe. He s waiting for you, whoever comes, but not to return to England. You are meat for the dogs, all of you, and a Jewish whore like you knows what to expect.
She punched him in the mouth, knocking him back into Hamid, and Ferguson said, Tell me the worst, Captain Gideon.
Which she did.
Hamid took Wali Hussein off to the kitchen, while the rest of them sat around the table and considered the situation.
Slay said, Can I ask a question of you, Major Miller? As there was always the chance that things would go sour when you met Ali Selim face-to-face, what did you intend to do if that happened?
Shoot him dead, Miller said. That s why Dillon and Holley came along, to back me up.
Dillon said, His importance stretches way beyond Europe. He s been responsible for more deaths than you could ever imagine, from Yemen to New York. If I could get close enough, I d shoot him dead without a thought.
Are you saying you d still like to go through with it? Hamza said. Even though you know Ali Selim has got his own troops ready for whoever comes along?
Slay said, On the other hand, what if we changed that some?
How could we do that? Ferguson asked.
Let s be a little inventive, Slay told him. Say, Wali Hussein phones Ali Selim up to tell him that the whole mission s been aborted. That he s been told that the Prime Minister s got cold feet, decided he can t risk losing Miller, and has called them all home. You could order the Gulfstream to take off as if returning to London, put down at Islamabad perhaps.
What would be the point?
A considerable one, if Hussein could be persuaded to tell Ali Selim he d be dropping by in the Raptor to report in person, especially if he had us on board.
Good God, what a wonderful idea! Ferguson exclaimed.
It does have merit, though there would be no guarantee you could get close enough to guarantee killing Ali Selim. That was Hamza, who was frowning but suddenly smiled. Of course, and so obvious. A mullah s blessing, the most precious gift a young woman contemplating marriage can have. If Wali Hussein begs for such a blessing, as if for a relative and his intended bride, such people would be privileged to meet Ali Selim face-to-face.
It was Holley who said, Before we go any further, we d need a woman
We ve got one, Daniel, don t be silly, Sara told him. I could pass without comment in my black burka. One of you would have to go native and dress up. You could get away with a cotton headcloth across the face, only the eyes showing.
Two would be better, Dillon said. Men, I mean. I m small enough to pass as Wali Hussein wrapped up. You could play the lover boy, Daniel.
There was silence for a while, everyone considering it. Sara took Holley s hand under the table and squeezed it hard, and he knew that what she said was as much for him as anyone else.
I m a soldier and I take a soldier s risks. Ali Selim is as bad as it gets, so I say let s take him out.
Greg Slay said, Well, you get full marks from me, Sara.