The Outlaws_ A Presidential Agent Novel Part 55

"You think you can sit in my office and tell me what to do? G.o.dd.a.m.n you, McNab!"

"Of course not. But what I can do is tell you what's going to happen if you elect to do certain things. And in that that regard, if Vic D'Allessando suddenly becomes not available to me or other people on that net, Plan A-McClarren-will automatically kick in." regard, if Vic D'Allessando suddenly becomes not available to me or other people on that net, Plan A-McClarren-will automatically kick in."

McNab put on his green beret, popped to attention, and saluted.

He did not wait for Naylor to return it, but immediately did an about-face movement, and marched out of his office.

Naylor knew that Franklin Lammelle, the deputy director of the CIA, was in his outer office when he heard McNab say, "Well, h.e.l.lo, Frank. Whatever brings you to beautiful Tampa Bay?"

The automatic door closer shut off any reply Lammelle might have made.

The door opened thirty seconds later, and Colonel Jack Brewer put his head in.

"General, Mr. Lammelle is here."

"Ask him to come in, please," Naylor said.

"And Major Naylor and a man from Global Communications, who says he has an appointment."

"Ask them to wait, but you come in, please, Colonel."

Naylor got up from behind his desk and met Lammelle as he came through the door.

"Good morning, General," Lammelle said. "Can I ask what Scotty McNab was doing here? Is he going to be working with us, I hope, on this?"

"Actually, Mr. Lammelle, I've just about decided I made a terrible mistake vis-a-vis General McNab."

"Excuse me?"

"What I am now convinced I should have done was place him under arrest."

"Excuse me?"

"Let me tell you what just happened, and then you tell me what you think I should have done-should do-about it."

Five minutes later, Frank Lammelle said, "General, I'm in no position to comment upon, much less judge, your differences with General McNab vis-a-vis insubordination, that sort of thing, but-and you may not like hearing this-it looks to me that instead of being a problem, McNab may be the answer to ours."

"I don't see that," Naylor said.

"Our problem is that we have been charged with locating Colonel Castillo, and through him, to take control of the two Russians. And we don't know where any of them are."

"A subparagraph of 'facts bearing on the problem' there, it seems to me," Naylor said, "would be 'how to transport the Russian defectors and/or Castillo from where we find them to where they have to go.' Or words to that effect. And where do they go, to add that factor?"

"Castillo," Lammelle replied, "is going to have to be transported to either Was.h.i.+ngton, or, perhaps, some military base in the United States. The Russians only have to be transported someplace where they can be turned over to the SVR. I think that will probably mean that we'll have to transport them to some place served by Aeroflot. We turn them over at the airport to officers of the SVR, who will then repatriate them."

Naylor glanced at Colonel Jack Brewer, then looked at Lammelle, and said, "And how are we going to do that? Am I supposed to take soldiers with me? Soldiers for that sort of thing come from Special Operations, the Delta Force, or Gray Fox. Which of course are commanded by General McNab."

"General, since eight o'clock this morning, a Gulfstream V has been sitting at Saint Petersburg-Clearwater International. It is registered to a CIA a.s.set-a chicken-packing company in Des Moines, Iowa. I was amazed to learn how much chicken the United States exports.

"Anyway, the plane will attract no undue attention. The crew are CIA. The aircraft is equipped with the very latest-and I mean the very latest-avionics that the AFC Corporation has for sale. All sorts of bells and whistles. Communication with that airplane and Langley is available wherever that airplane is-on the ground or in the air, anywhere in the world. That airplane is going to follow you and me no matter where General McNab leads us. There are four Clandestine Service officers aboard. Once we lay eyes on Colonel Castillo and the Russians, transporting them wherever they have to go will pose no problems at all."

"What if they resist?" Colonel Brewer asked.

"The officers are equipped with the very latest nonlethal weaponry-and the other kind as well, of course. What the nonlethal weaponry provides, in a pistol about the size of a Glock, are six darts with a range of about fifty feet. Anyone struck with one of these darts will lose consciousness in fifteen seconds or less. They will regain consciousness without intervention in about two hours. They can be brought back immediately by injection."

"Fascinating," General Naylor said. "Then, if I understand you, Mr. Lammelle, it is your recommendation that we sit tight and do nothing while we wait for General McNab to find Castillo and the Russians?"

"That is my recommendation, General."

Naylor looked at his aide-de-camp, and said, "You see anything wrong with that, Jack?"

Colonel Jack Brewer said, "No, sir. It makes a lot of sense to me."

"And what about the man McNab left here?" Naylor asked.

"He's very good," Lammelle said. "I've known Vic D'Allessando for a long time. He's been around Delta Force and Gray Fox for years."

"Which tends to suggest that his greatest loyalty may be to General McNab," General Naylor said.

"Well, I suggest we treat him with respect and as a member of the team," Lammelle said. He stopped and opened his briefcase. "And if he shows any suggestion of being about to interfere with our mission, General ..." He paused and took from the briefcase what looked like a Glock semiautomatic pistol with a grossly swollen slide. He aimed it at a leather couch and pulled the trigger. There was an almost inaudible psssst s psssst sound. ". . . in fifteen seconds or less, General, your couch will be sound asleep."

"I will be d.a.m.ned," Naylor said, and went to the couch, found the dart, and pulled it free. He held it up for a better look, and then held it against his pinkie finger. It was about as long, and perhaps half as thick.

"Amazing," General Naylor said, then looked at Brewer. "Can you think of anything else, Jack?"

"Yes, sir," Brewer said. "Lieutenant Colonel (Designate) Naylor."

"What about him?" Lammelle asked.

Naylor told him.

"Just to be sure, General," Lammelle then said, "I suggest you maintain the current close personal supervision. I'm frankly uncomfortable, taking into consideration what you've told me, with the thought of leaving him here when we go off wherever we're going. There's no telling . . ."

"I agree. Where we go, Allan Junior goes," General Naylor said.

"May I see that dart, General?" Colonel Brewer asked.

Naylor handed it to him.

[ONE].

The President's Study The White House 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue, N.W.

Was.h.i.+ngton, D.C.

0929 9 February 2007

a.s.sistant Secretary of Homeland Security Mason Andrews was more than a little nervous when he entered the President's study with Frederick P. Palmer, the United States attorney general.

He was fully aware that he was the a.s.sistant s a.s.sistant secretary of Homeland Security and that the the secretary should be dealing with the President on this matter. Andrews had the previous evening telephoned secretary should be dealing with the President on this matter. Andrews had the previous evening telephoned the s the secretary, who was in Chicago, brought her up to speed, and asked her for direction. She had agreed with him that it was a very delicate area, and that proceeding carefully was obviously necessary. She said she'd like to sleep on the problem, and that he should call her back in the morning, say at about nine, before his nine-thirty appointment with the President.

When he had done so, he had been informed that the secretary was not available at the moment; something-not specified, but important-had come up and the secretary simply was not available.

Mr. Andrews then had had an unkind thought.

That b.i.t.c.h is covering her fat a.s.s by staying out of the line of fire.

Again.

But, fully aware that one does not make an appointment on an urgent matter with the President of the United States and then break it, he was in the outer office at nine-twenty with the very-reluctant-to-be-there attorney general. It had been necessary to tell the attorney general that if the AG couldn't find time in his schedule for the meeting, he would tell the President just that.

"All right, Andrews," President Clendennen greeted them. "Make it quick."

"Mr. Darby has been located, Mr. President," Andrews announced.

"Amba.s.sador Montvale was told to keep me posted. Why am I hearing this from you?"

"Sir, I don't believe Amba.s.sador Montvale knows about this."

"I'm confused. I don't like to be confused. Why don't you start at the G.o.dd.a.m.n beginning, Andrews? Maybe that way ..."

"Yes, Mr. President. Sir, at half past four yesterday, Immigration, in response to the LDND order, notified the Secret Service that Mr. Darby had entered the United States-"

"In response to the what?" the President interrupted.

"The LDND order. That means 'locate, do not detain.'"

"And that means?"

"When the subject of an LDND order is located by any agency, that agency notifies the agency that issued the order-in this case, the Secret Service-where and under what circ.u.mstances the subject was located. In this case, as I said, Immigration yesterday afternoon notified the Secret Service that Alexander Darby had arrived in Miami on a flight from Panama."

"Cut to the chase, Andrews. And what did Darby have to say about Castillo and the Russians?"

"Nothing, sir."

"He was arrested, right? He's in custody?"

"No, sir."

"You're telling me the Immigration people had this guy, and then he got away? My G.o.d!"

"Sir, there never has been a warrant warrant out on Mr. Darby-just the LDND order." out on Mr. Darby-just the LDND order."

"What's the point in locating somebody and then not arresting him?"

"Sir, even if there is an arrest warrant," the attorney general explained, "and in this case no warrant has been issued, it's sometimes useful to see where the subject goes, and to whom he talks."

"Well, where did Darby go, and who did he talk to?"

"He flew here, sir, into Reagan National," Andrews said. "By that time, the Secret Service was on him, and they followed him to a residence at 7200 West Boulevard Drive in Alexandria. That site, sir, was already under Secret Service surveillance. It has been since the LDND order was issued. It is owned by Colonel Castillo."

"Don't tell me Castillo has been there, right under the nose of the Secret Service, all the time?"

"No, sir. We don't believe that he is."

"So, when you finally found out where this Darby character is, and who he was talking to, what did he say when you asked him where Castillo and the Russians are?"

"What happened at that point," Andrews began, "was that Supervisory Special Agent McGuire-"

"I know Tom," the President interrupted. "Good man, if it's the same guy. Used to be on the presidential protection detail, right?"

"Yes, sir. That's the man. Sir, McGuire notified me about Darby's location, and first thing this morning, a minute or two after seven, I was at the door-"

"He notified you last night! Why didn't you go over there last night?" the President demanded.

"It was after midnight, Mr. President."

"So what?"

"Perhaps you're right, Mr. President. I deferred to Mr. McGuire's judgment. Now I realize that was probably a mistake, too."

"Okay, so there you were-was McGuire with you . . . ?"

"Yes, sir."

"... at the door of this house at seven in the morning. Then what happened?"

"At first, Mr. President, they wouldn't even let us in. They had a lawyer, a j.a.panese gentleman, who said his name was Yung-"

"Sir," the attorney general interjected, "I think there is a very good chance that this lawyer is a former FBI special agent named David W. Yung, Jr., who is also under a LDND order. And he's of Chinese, not j.a.panese, ancestry-"

"Why are we looking for this ex-FBI agent-slash-lawyer of some kind of Oriental Oriental ancestry?" the President interrupted. "And what's that got to do with anything?" ancestry?" the President interrupted. "And what's that got to do with anything?"

"He was one of Castillo's men in OOA, Mr. President," the attorney general said.