Hellfire Code. Don Pendleton

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      “Do I have a choice?”

      “Oh, come now. Your NSA file suggests you’re quite the patriot. I’m positive you would want to further show your support if you better understood our mission and goals.”

      “What I understand is thirteen dead people who should still be alive,” Neely said. “Somehow, I don’t think much else matters when you go around wasting kids and grandmothers.”

      Downing shook his head with sadness. “We were just speaking of this. It was not my desire that innocent people suffer. It was an unfortunate accident. But in war we must accept the fact that innocent lives can and often are lost, that casualties are a consequence to both sides, and we must come to terms with that fact.”

      Neely’s smile lacked warmth. “We’re not at war, Downing.”

      “Oh, but we are,” Downing replied. He rose and went to the small window overlooking the street below the three-story building. “In fact, we’ve been at war for some time now. We declared that war when the terrorists chose to attack us on our own soil. Even before that, I’m afraid.”

      He turned to look at Neely, folded his arms. “You see, we’d been battling terrorism for years. You know the history of our secret societies. Of course, we’d done a good part of it behind the backs of our fellow citizens, but that was only so we could protect them from the horrors of our war. And yet after all this time, how far have we really come? I ask you, Mr. Neely, how much closer are we to victory? So we’ve overthrown a dictator here and there, kept one or two network cell leaders on the run. But what real benefit has this reaped for us? Nothing.

      “Our people continue to live in fear, and we still issue regular high-level alerts for terrorist threats. We scan air and sea alike for any danger, search our people at airports and train stations and bus depots without evidence of wrongdoing. We detain citizens at border checkpoints, thereby restricting freedom of movement. And what I find most detestable is that we permit our government, under the guise of that ridiculous and unconstitutional Patriot Act, to impose any sort of order it sees. Washington bureaucrats continue to operate unchallenged and unchecked, Mr. Neely, and good Americans continue to die. So while we do what we think needs to be done to stop terrorism, groups like the New Corsican Front are smuggling in an army of devils right under our very noses. And what do we do about it? Again nothing!”

      “And you plan to change that?”

      “We’ve already changed it,” Stezhnya barked.

      Downing nodded with a smug and satisfactory expression. “Alek is correct. The New Corsican Front lost thirteen of their men in our operation in Atlanta. That’s thirteen who won’t threaten our country with suicide bombs. Thirteen who won’t shoot or blow up any American children tonight. Thirteen who won’t hijack any planes or kill any service people in defense of some outdated religious ideology.”

      Neely’s sneered. “That’s also seven people who won’t watch their sons and daughters graduate high school, or spend Christmas with their families. Seven people who won’t kiss their children good-night. Seven people who won’t attend church this Sunday. Doesn’t sound like much to be proud of.”

      “So, you’re not going to let go of that,” Downing said. “I see. That’s too bad, Mr. Neely, because I had big plans for you.”

      “Really.”

      “Indeed. You’re well respected in the intelligence community, with many good connections. You could probably provide me with significant information. At best, you could identify the individual who keeps meddling into these affairs.”

      “I’ve already told you, I don’t know who he is,” Neely protested. “He uses the name Matt Cooper, but it’s an alias and not one I can find in any of our systems. He’s probably some kind of black ops. We were friends…sort of. But I’m sure by now he knows I betrayed him. Plus, I don’t know how much more use I could be to you. Somebody was following me.”

      Downing could see Stezhnya become immediately alert. “Who followed you?”

      “Don’t worry,” Neely said. He waved it away. “I made sure to lose him well before I got here. But I don’t know who he is. I’m assuming he’s either with the NSA or a Company man.”

      Downing looked at Stezhnya and frowned. “You need to take care of that.”

      “Yes, sir,” Stezhnya replied.

      “Now just wait a goddamned minute,” Neely cut in. “Don’t start going around killing our spooks, or you’re going to bring a whole shitload of people down on your operations here, and I’m sure you’re anxious to avoid that kind of attention. Besides, this guy isn’t important enough to worry about.”

      “What makes you think so?” Stezhnya asked.

      Neely looked at the man and expressed incredulity. “What are you, some sort of ignoramus? If he knew anything about you two, he wouldn’t have been assigned to watch me. You go and off the guy, you’re just proving to whoever he’s working for that there’s something to have them concerned. That’ll just send a message they need to come down and look at things more closely.”

      Neely looked at Downing and pleaded, “That’s why you should forget about me. I’m no more good to you, because I don’t know anything else. I just want to be left alone. If I don’t do anything to arouse this guy’s suspicions, then that should be enough to throw him off your trail.”

      Downing studied Neely for nearly a minute, looked for deception. He had to admit Neely was right. Their work sat at a critical juncture, and he didn’t want to call unnecessary attention to this area. The Philippines were his central base of operations. He couldn’t afford to have soldiers of the same side scrutinizing this part of the country too closely. Up until now he had the luxury of operating in secret, and when he was so close to the goal he needed to maintain the status quo.

      “Okay, Mr. Neely, what you say makes sense,” Downing said. “For now, you’re free to go. But don’t make any attempt to contact this man or do anything foolish.”

      “Fine,” Neely replied. As he rose from his chair and headed for the door, he added, “Just try not to kill any more noncombatants. Okay? I don’t like being a participant to murder.”

      Something turned cold in Downing’s otherwise impassive expression. “I don’t like to brag, Mr. Neely, but we’re just getting started. Part of this operation was a way of raising support for the OSI, to be sure, but we’ve only scratched the surface. Before all is said and done we’re going to show the world we take care of our own, and in so doing will send the terrorists a message.”

      “Oh, yeah?” Neely scoffed. “And what kind of a message is that? Your wanton disregard for human life?”

      “Not at all,” Downing replied. “We’re going to demonstrate what kind of trouble they’ve bought themselves for threatening the peace and stability of America. In just a short time, we’re going to bring hell itself to them.”

      CHAPTER FOUR

      Mack Bolan couldn’t be sure if he or Peter Hagen had been the target, although it hardly mattered at this point. Rain and plaster chips СКАЧАТЬ