“What could possibly go wrong?” Court quipped. He took Hanley’s flask and poured himself another drink.
Hanley continued, “Al-Kazaz figured out Denny’s game early on. This meant the Saudis had a disinformation conduit into the Mossad. Kaz gave up some legit operations to solidify Denny’s trust, and he gave up even more to make Denny look good to the Mossad. It was like setting up an IV, and putting good drugs through it.
“But after a while, Kaz started pushing poison through the line.
“Then came Operation BACK BLAST. Kaz knew about the Israeli infiltration agent in al Qaeda, but he couldn’t remove him, because it would tip CIA and Mossad off to the fact that they had a breach. So he concocted the perfect scheme. He organized the meeting between the cells in Italy, and he got Hawthorn to attend. He convinced Denny someone was going to kill him at the meeting, and that he had nowhere to turn. Denny sends his best assassin to rescue him. Kaz survives, the Mossad agent dies, and no one knows Saudi intel is the puppet master of the entire debacle.
“But it got even better for Kaz a year later, when he decided to create a rift between CIA and Mossad by leaking proof the CIA killed Hawthorn. Just imagine how much fun that must have been for al-Kazaz. Aurbach learns CIA schwacked his best man, Carmichael is put on the spot. Carmichael is pissed at al-Kazaz, but he is convinced the Saudis made an honest mistake with the bad intel; he doesn’t suspect he’s been tricked.”
“Why not?”
“Simple. Kaz gave up AQ assets left and right to backstop his story. Carmichael knew he’d been getting gold from Kaz. And he knew that gold had helped him climb his way up in the Agency. He couldn’t let himself think for a second he’d been played because it would mean everything he’d put forward as a strength was now a weakness.”
“Kaz bought Carmichael’s trust and allegiance.”
“That’s right,” Hanley said. “When Aurbach dug for answers, Carmichael had to give you up. He knew he couldn’t let you talk to Mossad because you were the only one who knew you killed the man in the photograph you were given. If you were silenced, then the entire incident could be chalked up to a CIA assassin gone rogue, taking money to smoke the wrong guy, not a massive intelligence failure involving an illegal program.”
“But I didn’t play along.”
“No, you didn’t. Carmichael ordered your own team to terminate you. If you had died that night, the truth would have died with you, but you got away, went on the run and off grid. Carmichael then spent five frantic years trying to remove the compromise that could ruin him.”
Hanley downed another scotch, then said, “If you ever knew what this was all about, you could have walked right into an Israeli Embassy and explained it to Mossad. But you were kept in the dark as to why you had to die. You never knew BACK BLAST went bad, you never knew you killed Hawthorn, you never knew you were the one loose thread in an illegal operation that, if unraveled, could bring the entire U.S. intelligence community to its knees.”
“Now I know,” Court said. He looked out the window at the two planes. “Where does that leave me?”
Hanley said, “I want you back.”
“Back in the Agency?”
“Not exactly.” He paused. “Back running from the Agency.”
Court looked back at Hanley. “What the hell does that mean?”
“For the five years of the shoot on sight, you were out there, doing CIA dirty work, with no comebacks to us. You were the epitome of plausible deniability. All the other intel services knew we were after you, so whatever you did, we were in the clear.”
Court understood, but he said nothing.
“I want to harness that, Court. I want to run you, make you operational, keep you on target with our intelligence, close-hold stuff you can’t get anywhere else. I want you out there, going after bad actors we don’t have sanction to go after any other way. You could be our best direct-action weapon ever.”
“What’s in this for me?”
“What do you want?”
Court thought it over. The question stumped him for a moment. “All I wanted was to come home.”
Hanley patted him on the shoulder. “You have a home. You just can’t stay here. It wouldn’t be safe. You have to keep moving, to remain in the shadows. We were never the only people out there looking for you.”
Court said, “If I stayed in the States, the government could protect me.”
Hanley did not disagree. Instead he just said, “You are an operator. You will always be an operator. Work for me. I’ll help you do what needs doing.”
Court thought a moment. “Two years.”
“What about two years?”
“Two years and I’m out. Done. Back home and under your protection.”
Hanley rocked his head from side to side while he mulled this over. Soon he said, “Done.”
Court said, “I approve all contracts. I get to take jobs from others if I want.”
Hanley nodded. “Of course. You are a subcontractor. Self-employed.” Hanley smiled. “I just aim to be your biggest and best client.” He stuck a hand out, and Court shook it.
Hanley said, “Glad that’s settled. Court, I want you to know that you always have a direct line to me. Always.”
Court understood what was coming next. “But since you’re D/NCS now, running all Agency ops, you will bring in a handler to deal with me directly.”
“That’s right. But don’t worry, I’m giving you one of the best officers in the Agency. Trust me on this, you’re in excellent hands.”
“Sure,” Court said, not convinced.
Hanley pulled out his iPad, touched a few keys on the screen, and then handed the device over to Court. He took it, somewhat confused, then suddenly he realized he was on a video chat. He saw an empty chair.
He looked up to Hanley. “Really, Matt?”
“A shitty way for a meet and greet with your new handler, I’ll admit. But she had to man the fort while I snuck around out here in the boonies.”
“She?” Court asked.
As he said this, a woman appeared on screen and sat in the chair. She looked to be in her late thirties, not unattractive, with brown hair pulled back, fashionable frames, and perfect makeup. She beamed into the camera with a wide smile. “Good evening, Mr. Gentry. My name is Suzanne Brewer. I am so looking forward to working with you.”
Court looked up to Hanley for guidance, then, when none came, back down at the screen. “Uh… yeah. Me, too.”
“Matt let me know just a little about your career here, and I will get up to speed quickly. I just want you to know all the unpleasantness of the past is behind us. I am going to treat you with the respect and deference you deserve.”
Court nodded, feeling awkward about the exchange, but satisfied Hanley hadn’t pawned him off to some young case officer just out of the Farm.
“Cool,” he said awkwardly. The three of them talked a minute more, then Hanley disconnected the video chat and slipped the iPad back in his briefcase.
Standing up, D/NCS said, “I can’t begin to thank you for all you’ve done for the Agency. We didn’t deserve you. We still don’t, but with me and Suzanne on your team, I think you will know you are back in the fold. The family.”
Together the two men walked back out to the hangar. In front of the two aircraft, they shook hands again.
“What about Zack?” Court asked.
Hanley said, “I have a role for Zack. He’s not you, but he’s not half bad.”
“What will he—”
Hanley put up a hand. “Sorry, Court. Can’t tell you. It’s classified.”
“Cute.” Court let it go with a little smile. “You’re going back to Langley?”
“Yeah. Meeting tomorrow with the director. He’s got his head so deep in the sand he probably won’t hear a word I say, which is good, because I’m going to bullshit the hell out of him.”