Extreme Measures

“I have not lied. Those are their names. You can go ask them.”

“Of course I could go ask them,” Rapp said in a reasonable tone, “but how do I know they’re not going to give me some bullshit name that you guys have agreed on?”

“I am telling you the truth. It was just the four of us.”

Without any warning, Rapp wound up and cracked him across the back of the head with an open hand. Aabad let out a yelp like a scared dog.

“I told you,” Rapp warned him, “every time a lie comes out of your mouth, I’m going to smack you. Let’s go back to last night. During evening prayer you said you found my guy poking around in the basement of the mosque. Rashid, the big, stupid idiot, offered to torture my guy and you took him up on it.”

“Yes.”

“You then found out he was CIA, so Rashid killed him, rolled him up in a prayer rug, stuffed him in a trunk, drove him to an abandoned lot, and lit the thing on fire, but you weren’t there for that part.”

“Yes!” Aabad nodded enthusiastically.

“So between then and the time we ran into you, you and your little four-man terrorist cell managed to place three separate car bombs around the city, get back to the mosque, and make your break for…” It occurred to Rapp that he hadn’t bothered to ask one obvious question. “Where in the hell were you headed, Aabad?”

“The airport.”

“Which one?”

“Baltimore.”

“Ticket already purchased?”

“Yes.”

Nash snapped his fingers and jerked his head toward the far corner.

The two walked over and Nash whispered to Rapp, “He’s full of shit. Twenty minutes ago Treasury called. They took a look at their 15th Street cameras. They have the whole thing on tape. A FedEx van pulled up in front of Bobby Van’s at 12:29. The driver jumped out and started ru

Rapp looked back over his shoulder at Aabad, who was nervously watching them. “All right,” Rapp said, “I’m done fucking around.” He walked back over to the prisoner and said, “Aabad, you know what I think… that gerbil in your underdeveloped brain? I don’t think he can run fast enough on that wheel to keep up with all your lies.”

It was obvious by the confused look on Aabad’s face that he hadn’t followed a word that Rapp had said.

“What he’s saying,” Nash said, moving in to translate, “is that you’re too fucking stupid to run an operation like this, and on top of all of that, you definitely aren’t smart enough to keep all your lies straight.”

“I am not lying!” Aabad screamed.

“Give me the other names,” Rapp said in a no-nonsense tone.

“I have given you all the names.”

“All right,” Rapp said without missing a beat, “here is how this is going to go down. I’m going to dislocate your right shoulder. I already told you,” Rapp said as he registered the look of horror on Aabad’s face, “it was not dislocated. Just a minor separation, which is proof, that in addition to being stupid, you’re also a puss.”

“I have not lied,” he whimpered.

“Shut up and listen to me.”

Before Rapp could finish, there was a knock on the door. Nash walked over and opened it a crack. Harris was looking back at him, and without wasting a second, he said, “They’re downstairs in the lobby,” and then walked away.

Nash walked and whispered the news in Rapp’s ear. Rapp turned his attention back to Aabad. “I’ve dislocated my shoulder before, and I can honestly say it’s one of the most painful things I’ve ever gone through. There’s a good chance you will vomit or pass out or both, in which case I’d gladly watch you choke on it and die right here. So!” Rapp yelled as he clapped his hands together. “Last chance!”

“I have told you everything,” Aabad pleaded.

“Wrong answer.” Rapp shoved Aabad’s face down onto the table and grabbed his cuffed wrists. With both elbows locked, Rapp torqued the wrists up and toward Aabad’s head until there was a loud pop.

Aabad howled in pain. So loud in fact, that Nash walked over to the door and leaned against it in case someone tried to come in.

Rapp bent to within inches of Aabad’s face and said, “I can put it back into the socket in two seconds. All you have to do is tell who the real brains was behind this operation.”

Aabad was now crying in agony.

“I can make it go away. Tell me right now.” Rapp waited a second then lifted the arms again.”

Aabad somehow managed to scream even louder this time.

“I know about the FedEx vans. You lied to me!” Rapp screamed.

Aabad had snot flowing out of his nose and tears streaming down his face. He mumbled something, but it came out completely unintelligible.

“Say the name and I can make all the pain go away.”

“Karim,” Aabad cried.

“Karim who?” Rapp grabbed his wrists just in case Aabad was thinking of not following through.

“Karim Nour-al-Din.”

Rapp took a knife from his belt, flipped the blade out, and cut the plastic flex cuffs. After stowing the knife, he sat Aabad up and leaned him back in the chair. “Don’t move,” he ordered. “This will only take a second.” Rapp grabbed Aabad’s right wrist and pulled it up and across his body. Placing his other hand on Aabad’s good shoulder, he gave the bad arm a yank, and the ball slid back into the socket.

“Keep an eye on him,” he said to Nash. To Aabad he said, “Give him the rest of the names. I’ll be back in five minutes. If the name you just gave me is bullshit, or you haven’t come up with the rest of the names, I’ll go to work on the other shoulder.”

Rapp left the conference room, closed the door behind him, and rushed down the spiral staircase to meet the delegation from the Justice Department and the FBI.

CHAPTER 69

ALL six men stood at parade rest, their hands clasped behind their backs. Each one was dressed in black SWAT gear replete with Kevlar helmets and goggles. Their tactical vests were loaded with extra ammunition, grenades, and ribbon charges. Underneath those vests each man wore his martyr vest; thirty pounds of C-4 with hundreds of imbedded ball bearings. It was a physical feat just to be able to stand with so much gear, let alone maneuver and attack an enemy stronghold.

Karim was about to give them his final address, when Hakim tapped his shoulder. Karim turned and said, “Yes?”

Hakim was hesitant and then said, “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Do what?” he asked, surprised.

“Send them to their deaths.”

“Of course,” Karim responded in an almost lighthearted way.

“Haven’t we had enough success for one day?”

Karim began to laugh. “You can never have enough success in one day. You can never deliver too big a blow to your enemy.”

“The other bomb is set to go off in minutes. You have already achieved so much.” Lowering his voice, he said, “Why not let them live to fight another day?”

Karim searched his friend’s eyes for a moment and then said, “You do not understand…”

“Oh, I understand,” Hakim answered hotly. “This is about you and your glory. It is about you making a name for yourself.”

“Really?” Karim gestured toward his men. “Go ahead and ask them. Ask them if they would like to leave with you right now?”

Hakim looked at the young faces again. He doubted any one of them would abandon the group.

“You doubt me,” Karim said, and then turned to address his men. “Hakim thinks that some of you would prefer to live today.” There was a grumbling among the men. “I think his faith is not as strong as ours. Would any of you men like to skip this mission and leave the country with Hakim?”