Primary Command. Джек Марс

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СКАЧАТЬ gestured at the two chairs in front of the desk.

      “Have a seat. Take a load off.”

      Luke did.

      “How’s your face?”

      “It’s a little sore,” Luke said.

      “What did you do, slam the car door on it?”

      Luke shrugged and smiled. “I ran into Kevin Murphy at Martinez’s funeral this morning. Remember him?”

      Don nodded. “Sure. He was a decent soldier as Delta goes. Bit of a chip on his shoulder, I suppose. How did he look… after you ran into him?”

      “Last I saw, he was still on the ground.”

      Don nodded again. “Good. What was the issue?”

      “He and I are the last men standing from that night in Afghanistan. There are some hard feelings. He thinks I could have done more to abort the mission.”

      Don shrugged. “It wasn’t your mission to abort.”

      “That’s what I told him. I also gave him my business card. If he calls me, I’d like you to consider hiring him here. He’s Delta trained, combat experienced, three tours that I know of, doesn’t wet his pants when the fur starts to fly.”

      “He’s out of the service?”

      Luke nodded. “Yeah.”

      “What’s he up to?”

      “Armed robbery. He’s been taking down drug kingpins in various cities.”

      Don shook his head. “Jesus, Luke.”

      “All I ask is you give him a chance.”

      “We’ll talk about it,” Don said. “When and if he calls.”

      Luke nodded. “Fair enough.”

      Don pulled one of the pieces of paper on his desk closer to him. He slipped a pair of black reading glasses on the tip of his nose. Luke had seen him do this a few times now, and the effect was jarring. Superhuman Don Morris wore reading glasses.

      “Now to matters a little more pressing. The things we didn’t talk about at the briefing are as follows. This mission comes straight from the Oval Office. The president took it away from the Pentagon and the CIA because he thinks there’s a leak somewhere. If the Russians manage to crack open this captured CIA guy, who knows what’s gonna come out of him. We are looking at a large potential setback, things need to move very fast, and privately, the president is furious.”

      “That’s why we’re on our own?”

      Don raised a finger. “We have friends. You’re never quite on your own in this business.”

      “Mark Swann can…”

      Don put a finger to his lips. He pointed around the room and raised his eyebrows. Then he shrugged. The message was: let’s not talk about what Mark Swann can do. No sense sharing that information with the people in the gallery.

      Luke nodded and changed direction mid-sentence. “…get us access to all kinds of databases. Lexis Nexis, that kind of thing. He’s a madman with a Google search.”

      “Yeah,” Don said. “I think he’s got a subscription to the New York Times online. He says he does, anyway.”

      “Who was the guy from Homeland Security?”

      Don shrugged. “Ron Begley? Desk jockey. He worked at Treasury when September eleventh happened. Fraud, counterfeiting. When they created Homeland, he switched over. Seems to be stumbling and fumbling his way up the ladder. I don’t think he’s a problem for us.”

      Don stared at Luke for a long moment.

      “What do you think of this mission?” he said.

      Luke didn’t look away. “I think it’s a deathtrap, to be honest with you. It scares me. We’re supposed to drop into Russia undetected, rescue a bunch of guys…”

      “Three guys,” Don said. “We’re allowed to kill them, if that’s easier.”

      Luke wouldn’t even entertain that thought.

      “Rescue a bunch of guys,” he repeated, “torch a submarine, and get back out alive? That’s a tall order.”

      “Who would you send on it?” Don said. “If you were me?”

      Luke shrugged. “Who do you think?”

      “Do you want it?”

      Luke didn’t answer right away. He thought of Becca and baby Gunner, in the cabin just across the Chesapeake on the Eastern Shore. God, that little baby…

      “I don’t know.”

      “Let me tell you a story,” Don said. “When I was a commander in Delta, a bright-eyed young guy came in. He had just qualified. Came out of the 75th Rangers, like you did, so he wasn’t green. He’d been around the block. But he had an energy, this kid, as though it was all new to him. Some guys come into Delta and they’re already grizzled as hell at the age of twenty-four. Not this guy.

      “I tapped him for a mission right away. I was still going on missions myself in those days. I was deep into my forties by then, and the brass at JSOC wanted to put me out to pasture, but I wouldn’t hear of it. Not yet. I wouldn’t send my men into places where I wouldn’t go myself.

      “We parachuted into the Democratic Republic of Congo. Way upriver, out beyond anything resembling law and order. It was a night drop, of course, and the pilot put us in the water. We crawled up out of those swamps looking like we’d all been dipped in shit. There was a warlord up there, called himself Prince Joseph. He called his ragtag militia Heaven’s…”

      “Heaven’s Army,” Luke said. Of course he knew the story. And of course he knew all about the new Delta recruit Don was describing.

      “Three hundred child soldiers,” Don said. “Eight men went up there, eight American soldiers, no outside support of any kind, and put bullets in the brains of Prince Joseph and all his lieutenants. A perfect operation. A humanitarian mission, with no ulterior motives but to do the right thing. Bang! Decapitation strike.”

      Luke took a deep breath. The night had been terrifying and exhilarating all wrapped into one adrenaline rush of a package.

      “The international aid societies came in and did what they could with the children, repatriated them, fed them, loved them, reeducated them to be human again, if that was even possible. And I kept tabs. Many of them eventually made it back to their home villages.”

      Don smiled. No, he positively beamed.

      “In the morning, I lit up a victory cigar along the bank of the mighty Congo. I was still smoking them in those days. My men were with me, and I was proud of every single one of them. I was proud to be an American. But my newbie was quiet, thoughtful. So I asked him if he was all right. And you know what he said?”

      Now Luke smiled. He sighed and shook his head. Don was talking about him. “He СКАЧАТЬ