Oceans Of Fire. Don Pendleton

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СКАЧАТЬ No budget constraints.”

      “So who are they?”

      “They ain’t SOCOM, that’s for damn sure. All I know is one of them—”

      “Used to be a Navy SEAL, like yourself, Mr. Forbes.” The man on the other end of the line paused significantly. “This man you hired.”

      “Mr. Zhol hired him.”

      “On your glowing recommendation, as I recall.”

      “Yeah.”

      “I want the device back.”

      “Yeah.”

      “You wish payback.”

      “Yeah.”

      “What do you intend to do about this?”

      “The only possible connection they have left is Sharkov. They’ll have to go after the boys in Moscow, and they’ll get information on them out of Zhol.” Forbes began jacking truncated-cone, Teflon-coated, armor-piercing bullets into his .357 Magnum.

      “What do you intend?”

      “I intend go north.” Forbes continued to feed slugs into his pistol. “And kill Calvin James’s Judas ass.”

      “They will indeed most likely head to Moscow, but I think I have a better idea.”

      Forbes slid in the sixth round. “I’m listening.”

      The man on the other end spent several moments outlining his plan. “You concur, Mr. Forbes?”

      “Yeah.” Forbes grinned from ear to ear as he snapped shut the cylinder of the Smith & Wesson N-Frame. “Oh, hell, yeah.”

      U.S. Embassy, Moscow

      “WE’RE LOOKING for a Russian general in bed with the Russian mafiya,” Kurztman said.

      The question would be finding the right one, and the team was pretty banged up. It had been a hard flight north with little time for rest or medical attention.

      “One thing’s been bugging me,” James said. “Down in the garage, Forbes was talking to some guy on his cell, and he was speaking German.”

      “German?” Hawkin’s eyes widened out of the purple raccoon mask of bruising. “You sure?”

      “Oh, yeah. And he was talking respectful, like he was talking to his superior.”

      “I don’t see the German angle, particularly if Forbes was muscle for a Tajik gangster.” Encizo shook his head. “But then again I think there’s a lot of things on this one we don’t see yet.”

      “Let’s stick with what we can see.” McCarter turned to Calvin James. “What about Zhol?”

      James leaned back in his chair. “We have him illegally detained downstairs. I spent the morning with him, and he isn’t responding to interrogation.” He looked pointedly at McCarter. “Question is, do we hit him with chemicals, or cut him loose and see where he goes?”

      McCarter steepled his fingers in thought. “I say we cut him loose here in Moscow and see who comes to claim him.”

      “Or see who comes to kill him.” Manning frowned. “Aidar Zhol is flesh-peddling scum, but right now he’s scum under our protection and he’s damaged goods. We cut him loose and someone is more than likely going to come and punch his ticket.”

      “Good.” Hawkins had a light concussion and wasn’t in a particularly merciful mood. “I say he cooperates with us or we let him and his damaged-goods-status ass go play with the Moscow boys.”

      “All right.” McCarter nodded. “Cal, give him the choice, flat-out.”

      “I did.”

      “And?”

      Calvin James sighed. “He used a number of politically incorrect words, but the gist of it was f—off.”

      Hawkins grunted. “Then he’s made his choice.”

      McCarter had to agree. “Jack, we’re going to need a chopper and permission to fly over Moscow airspace. Work it out with the CIA station chief.”

      “You got it.”

      “Cal, I want Zhol bugged so deep that even he doesn’t know he’s wearing a wire.”

      James scratched his chin. “Then let’s set him free in the morning. I’ll put something in his food tonight so he sleeps soundly and we’ll rig him for sound and trace.”

      “All right, then.” McCarter stood. “We set our pigeon free at dawn and see which way he flies.”

      Kremlin Square

      “GET OUT.” Aidar Zhol blinked as the hood was pulled off his head. He had never seen Jack Grimaldi before. Grimaldi popped the lock on the passenger door of the still-moving Mercedes 350SL. He grinned maniacally as he leaned across Zhol’s bound wrists and opened the door for him. “I said out.”

      The gangster gaped around in himself in disorientation. “But—”

      “See ya!” Grimaldi shoved Zhol out the door without coming to a complete stop. The gangster hit the paving stones, and the Stony Man pilot threw the key to his handcuffs after him. The pilot closed the door and pulled back into traffic. “Houston, the pigeon has landed.”

      “I have target in sight.” Hawkins sat ten yards away on a motorcycle eating a sausage he’d bought from a vendor. He was dressed as a business messenger with a bag across his shoulder and a box bungee-corded to the luggage rack. “He’s heading straight for the pay phone.”

      Zhol limped toward a pay phone, shoved in some change and began to speak immediately.

      Gary Manning was deployed across the square on a second motorcycle. The rest of Phoenix was in a ZIL panel van loaded with surveillance gear courtesy of the CIA Moscow station chief. Encizo sat in the back of the van listening intently into a pair of earphones. He was connected with a translator in the U.S. Embassy’s secure communications room. “Translator, do you read?”

      The night before Aidor Zhol had slept extremely soundly. During that time they had put a tracer in the stacked leather heal of his Italian dress shoe and a second one in his watch. A microphone had been emplaced in the tooled silver gather that held his shoulder-length black hair in a ponytail. The cape of his leather duster had been broadly painted with infrared luminescent paint.

      CIA Linguist Judith Tarko responded. “Target has not mentioned any names. He has identified himself, his location and demanded pickup. Your audio picked up the key tones of the phone. I have a man here running the tone tape to establish the number.” Tarko paused as another voice spoke in Russian. “They have told him to sit tight where he is and they will bring him in.”

      The line suddenly clicked dead. Zhol hung up the phone and glanced around himself suspiciously.

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