Court looked off into space.
So fucking what?
Softly, he said, “I can call Catherine King right now and fill in the pieces, tell her everything she doesn’t already know from the Mossad.”
Carmichael shook his head. “That’s not going to happen, and we both know why. That information would be damaging to the Agency, and the Agency protects the interests of the USA. You know how political winds blow, son. You can’t just damage a single element of the CIA by revealing this. If you try to destroy me for vengeance, you will destroy the entire core of U.S. intelligence.”
And Carmichael was right about that, Court knew. He wasn’t going to the media with this. Anything damning that Carmichael did would simply be used against the entire philosophy of human intelligence collections and operations. CIA scandals, as a rule, became political and ideological footballs, and the CIA never came out on the right side.
Court would not burn down the village to save it.
Denny looked coldly at Court. “Haven’t you done enough damage to the cause you devoted your life to protect?”
The speakerphone rang again. Court knew this would be the new team, and they wouldn’t be calling to offer pizza and soda. He found himself surprised they called at all.
Court checked his watch and he hit the button. “Who is this?”
A new voice said, “I have someone here who would like to speak with you, Violator.”
Court cocked his head. “Who is it?”
A woman’s voice came on the line. “Hello? This is Catherine King.”
Shit, Court thought; this was turning into a fucking circus. “I don’t really have time for an interview right now, Catherine. We’ll have to reschedule.”
King said, “Six, I have information you need. I have to come in and tell you.”
“Come in here? That would be a really bad idea.”
King then turned her attention to Denny Carmichael. “Director Carmichael. Please listen. I have told the men out here that I think I can stop this from turning into a bloodbath. It’s not necessary for anyone to die. Please let me come in.”
“Ms. King, it might not surprise you to know certain classified information is being discussed in here. Since you don’t have a Top Secret security clearance, I can’t allow you to come in.”
“Does Murquin al-Kazaz have a Top Secret U.S. security clearance?”
Denny did not reply.
Catherine said, “You need me in there, Denny. I can make this better.”
Carmichael said, “It’s not really up to me. I’m not the one holding the submachine gun.”
Court just smiled. Carmichael was warning the JSOC boys about the defensive setup.
Catherine said, “Six. I know you want to protect the Agency, even after everything that has happened to you. You have my word there will be large amounts of the information I know that will never make it to print if you let me in that room to talk.”
“What information?”
“Do we have a deal?”
Court sighed. “You do know this is life-or-death in here, don’t you?”
“I do. It is my intention to save lives.”
“Mine, or his?” Carmichael asked.
“I don’t want anyone in there to die today, Mr. Carmichael.”
Court didn’t know what to do. He wanted to hear any intel he could get on this, but he fully expected JSOC to breach at some point, and then it wouldn’t be safe for King to be here in the line of fire.
She pressed. “Open the door, Six. You need to hear what I have to say.”
“If this is some kind of a trap, Denny dies first.”
“It’s no trap.”
Court opened the door to the hallway, then he crossed to the security office by the pneumatic doors. He positioned himself out of the line of fire, but he used the reflection from a hall mirror to keep his eyes on the doorway.
He tapped a button on the security controller on his wrist, then he readied his weapon. The pneumatic doors opened. Catherine King entered the hall with her hands raised. She wore warm-ups and tennis shoes. It looked to Court like she’d been called out of a yoga class to come here. Her hands were empty.
Court reclosed the pneumatic doors, then he approached her in the hallway. He turned her to the wall and frisked her quickly, finding nothing on her.
Turning her around, he led her back into the conference room. “Anything for a story, right?”
King forced a little smile. She looked nervous, but steadfast. She sat at the table with the others, and Court sat back down himself.
“So,” Court said, turning to King, “you have brought some news? Some way to resolve this crisis?”
She nodded. “I hope the way I can resolve this crisis is by keeping those men outside from coming in here shooting. Maybe with me here, they will be afraid of the bad press it would cause if anything went wrong.”
Court shook his head. “They don’t care. Maybe you bought me ten minutes while they talk about how to account for you, but no more.”
“Look, Six, I know what you are planning on doing. I’ve been following all your actions for the last eight days. You are here to go out in a blaze of glory. You plan on punishing Carmichael for all he did to you, but you are also planning on punishing yourself for what you did to Hawthorn.”
Court did not reply.
“But I know the truth. I have a new source, deep in the CIA. She has filled in some important pieces in the puzzle. Things the Israelis didn’t know. What I told you the other day wasn’t the whole truth.”
With faint hope in his voice he said, “I didn’t kill Hawthorn?”
“You did kill him, I’m afraid. Neither you nor I can ever take that back.”
“Then nothing else really matters, does it?”
“Not true. You shot Hawthorn, the Israeli penetration agent, not because you made a mistake. You shot him because Denny Carmichael ordered you to.”
“What?”
Carmichael instantly shook his head. Al-Kazaz remained silent.
“Denny gave you the image of the man you rescued. Denny wasn’t trying to save Hawthorn. He didn’t even know about Hawthorn. He had no idea an Israeli asset was in that villa.
“He was trying to save the other man. And you did just what he asked you to do. You rescued the man you were ordered to.”
Carmichael protested, but Court just lifted his weapon off the table and pointed it at him till he shut up. Looking at Catherine he asked, “How do you know this?”
“Denny assassinated Jordan Mayes yesterday. He framed you for it, but someone in the car with Mayes at the time he was killed confirmed it was not you. Before he died, Mayes told this source of mine that Denny had revealed the truth of Operation BACK BLAST. It was an attempt to rescue the other Arab, because he was the spy for the United States. Carmichael didn’t know Hawthorn was an Israeli asset. He thought he was just an AQ hit man out to kill his agent.”
Court leaned back heavily in his chair, his MP7 lowered into his lap, though it remained pointed in the general direction of the two hostages.
“Who was Denny’s agent?”
Catherine King looked to Murquin al-Kazaz. “He’s sitting right here, Six.”
Court turned to the man slowly. Looked at his face. He tried to add a beard, and to take off six years. He wasn’t sure.
Al-Kazaz yelled now. “This is an outrageous lie! I know nothing of this!” He turned to Carmichael. “Denny, tell them this is not true. Don’t join their lie to save yourself. You need me!”
Court lifted the HK assault weapon off the table and pointed it at al-Kazaz’s head. “Well, I sure as shit don’t need you.”