"Lowell," Herbert said, "Mike didn't promise them a certain kind of transportation."
"Not as far as I know."
"Which means if you go out there with the ROC," Herbert continued, "we can follow you even if we don't have satellite imaging. I can listen in through the computer."
"Negative," said Katzen. "I think Mary Rose should lobotomize the hardware."
"I disagree," Herbert said. "That'll leave you defense—"
"Picture about to come in!" Mary Rose said. "NRO should be downloading it to you as well, Paul."
In exactly.8955 seconds, the monitors filled with the same green-tinted photograph showing the site described by Rodgers. Op-Center and the ROC were still voice-linked.
"There they are," Herbert said.
Rodgers was sitting against the motorcycle. It looked as if his hands were tied to the handlebars. His feet were so bound. The TSF officer was lying on his belly, his hands lashed behind him. A third man was sitting on the side of the hill, smoking. There was a submachine gun in his lap.
"They're still alive," Hood said. "Thank God for that."
Katzen, Private Pupshaw, and Private DeVonne entered then. They stood between the two stations and had a look at the photograph.
Coffey leaned toward the screen. "I only see three people."
"Maybe Mike meant that there were only three people altogether," Hood suggested.
"No," Coffey said. "He told me there were three perps. I can play back the tape if you want, but that's what he said."
"The other two could be out on stakeout," Herbert said. "It would make sense for them to have gone ahead and see who comes in. Make sure Mike didn't send for the cavalry or something."
"Even if they're out watching the road," Hood said, "we've got two Strikers they may not know about. If the captors think that Mike was a run-of-the-mill spook, they may not expect an armed escort to come for him. Especially one that knows exactly what they're riding into."
"Which brings us back to whether you take the ROC," Herbert said. "I still think you should leave everything active. Paul?"
Hood thought for a moment. "Phil, you're against it."
"If anything happens to us, we'd be giving them the key to the candy store," Katzen said.
"Lowell?" Hood asked.
"Legally, Paul, we might have problems," Coffey said. "Our geographical playing field was pretty carefully delineated to both the Turks and Congress."
"Jesus!" Herbert yelled. "Mike's being held hostage and you're talking about our legal limitations!"
"There's something else," Katzen said. "The Strikers. If someone's watching the van, they may see them. If we dismantle some of the equipment, we can hide them in the battery compartment."
"The battery compartment," Herbert said. "Privates, how do you feel about that?"
"I like it, sir," Pupshaw said. "We go in completely unseen."
Hood asked if everyone was finished with the photograph. They were. He had the face-to-face visuals restored.
"Okay," Hood said. "We go in and we take the lobotomized ROC. Who runs the operation?"
"We can't call it a military rescue," Coffey said. "We need Congressional approval for that and it'll never come in time. So on the books at least it has to be a civilian pperation."
"Agreed," said Hood. "The Strikers dress-down, weapons handy but hidden: Who runs the operation?"
No one answered. Coffey looked at the three faces on the green-lit screen. "I guess I'm elected," he said unenthusiastically. "I've got seniority."
"By two days over Phil," Herbert said. "Shit, Lowell, you've never fired a gun. At least Phil has."
"To scare away nesting harp seals," Coffey said. "He never shot at anybody. That makes us both virgins."
"Not me," said Mary Rose. "When I was at Columbia I shot once a week at a pistol club on Murray Street in Manhattan. And I once pulled a gun on an intruder who busted into my dorm room. I don't care who goes and who runs this, but I'm going with them."
"Thanks, M.R.," Hood said. "Phil, you did lead some pseudo-military Greenpeace escapades; didn't you?"
"Very pseudo." Katzen grinned. "Shotguns with blanks. I did three in Washington State, two in Florida, two in Canada."
"You feel up to running this?"
"If it has to be done, I'll do it."
"That isn't what I wanted to hear," Hood snapped. "Can you take command of this operation?"
Katzen flushed. "Yes," he said. He looked at the determined faces of Mary Rose and the two Strikers. "Hell, yes, I can do it."
"Good," Hood said. "Lowell, I'd prefer it if you stayed behind. Whatever happens, somebody's going to have to be on-site to smooth things with the Turkish government. You're the best man for that job."
"I won't try to change your mind," Lowell said. He looked at his companions and then looked down. Even though he'd offered to go and been ordered to stay, he felt like a coward. "But in fairness to the mission, let's see how things look when we're ready to roll."
"All right," Hood said. "It'll be your call."
"Thanks ever so much." Coffey frowned.
"You realize, Paul," Herbert said, "that by running even a civilian operation covertly, both Turkey and Congress will be up our butts for a very long time. And that's just if things go right. If they go wrong, we'll all be making license plates for the government."
"I understand," Hood said. "But getting Mike out is my only concern."
"And there's something else," Herbert said. "Our sources in Ankara tell us that the Turkish Presidential Council and Cabinet are meeting now to mobilize the military. They want to prevent any further attacks. The ROC may run into some pretty skittish patrols."
"Once we pull the batteries we'll be limited to eyes and ears," Katzen said. "But we'll keep them open."
"I'll see if Viens can keep a satellite eye on things too," Herbert said.
"Thanks, all of you," Hood said. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to phone Senator Fox so she doesn't find out about it from someone in the Ankara bureau of the Washington Post."
Hood clicked off. After saying that he was going to find out what other intelligence agencies had on the dam attack, Herbert also excused himself.
When the ROC team was alone, Katzen rubbed his hands together.
"All right, then," he said. "Mary Rose, would you kindly print out the map? You're going to drive. Sondra, Walter — we three are going to have a strategy session with input from the NRO." He turned and offered Coffey his hand. "As for you, wish us luck and then go finish my chicken for me."
Coffey looked at the four and smiled. "Good luck," he said. "You're really, really going to need it."
"Why is that?" Katzen said.
"Because I can deal with the Turks just as well by phone." He took a long, anxious breath. "I'm coming with you."
SIXTEEN
Paul Hood was preoccupied with Mike Rodgers's plight when he received a call from Deputy Chief of Staff Stephanie Klaw at the White House. Hood was being ordered to report to the Situation Room by one o'clock to discuss the crisis on the Euphrates. He left at once, telling his assistant Bugs Benet to notify him immediately if there were any developments in Turkey. In the absence of both Hood and Mike Rodgers, Martha Mackall would be in charge of Op-Center. Bob Herbert wouldn't be happy about that. She was the kind of career politician he disliked and distrusted. But he'd have to live with it. Martha knew her way around the corridors of power both domestically and abroad.
At this time of day it would take an hour for him to drive from Op-Center headquarters at Andrews Air Force Base to the White House. Op-Center usually had a helicopter at its disposal for quick, fifteen minute trips into the capital. However, there had been trouble with the rotor heads in other Sikorsky CH53E Super Stallions and the entire government fleet had been grounded. That was fine with Hood. He preferred to drive.