Raven Strike

“Very good, I’m sorry I’m late,” she said. “No gentlemen, don’t stand. Thank you for the thought.”

She pulled out her own seat and sat.

“All right. Where are we?”

Brea

“A Russian operative arrived at the Sudan Brotherhood camp in southeastern Sudan a few hours ago,” said Brea

“Are you sure?” said Edmund. He apparently hadn’t been briefed.

“I literally heard about this in the car as I pulled up,” said Brea

“We have to act on this,” said Edmund.

“Assuming it’s real,” said Harker. His tone was odd—somewhere between genuine concern and sarcasm. Todd couldn’t tell which he intended.

“What do you propose?” she asked.

“That we go into the camp,” said Brea

“Do we have a plan?”

“It’s being developed. They’ll be ready to move at nightfall.”

“You’re proposing an attack on the Sudan Brotherhood?” asked Secretary of State Newhaven.

“Yes,” said Brea

“It’s a completely domestic organization,” said Newhaven. “They don’t even have co

“That’s not entirely correct,” said Edmund. “They have gotten support from them. Arms and money. Even with bin Laden dead, the group is strong in Africa.”

Newhaven turned to his expert, who, while admitting that the two groups were sympathetic to each other, said there was no hard evidence of anything more than that. The CIA and State Department experts then proceeded to bat around definitions and nuances.

Todd glanced over at Jonathon Reid. Her old friend was silent, his eyes nearly closed. She knew the whole Raven affair disturbed him greatly; it was certainly costing him friends inside the Agency.

“Jonathon, what are you thinking?” she asked finally.

“I think whether there’s a co

“I agree.” She turned back to the others. “I think the evidence is clear. They have contact and support from al Qaeda. If they’ve gotten support from al Qaeda, then they’re allies of al Qaeda. If they are allies with our enemies, they are our enemies. The fact that our action will inadvertently assist the Sudanese government is unfortunate, but in the end, coincidental. And acceptable. We will strike them and retrieve whatever we find at the camp.”

Nuri’s call from Ethiopia with the new information had caught Brea

Even assuming Raven was there and the attack went well, there were sure to be unforeseen diplomatic consequences, especially since the Russian agent would presumably have to be killed.

“Why kill him?” asked Harker.

Edmund frowned but said nothing. It was Reid who explained.

“Risking a witness, even one who never actually got Raven in his hands, would be foolish.”

Was the weapon worth risking war over, asked the Undersecretary of State. Especially with Russia?

It was a philosophical question, since no one felt it would get that far. But Brea

Though Rubeo being Rubeo, he had added a host of caveats to his assessment, starting with the obvious fact that he hadn’t inspected the actual software, just some of the technical descriptions.

The real villain was Harker, who’d decided to test the weapon without getting approval from anyone, except Edmund—or she assumed it was Edmund’s doing. You couldn’t actually tell in Washington. Edmund was generally defending his underling, or at least deflecting most of the flack. But that didn’t make him guilty—the President was going to be taking the flack for the tiff with the Intelligence Committee, and she certainly hadn’t approved the program.

Or had she?

Washington could be a maze of mirrors, each corridor a twisted path leading to a dead end.

Were Edmund and Harker so wrong to test the weapon there? Whiplash, and Dreamland before it, had tested a legion of cutting-edge weaponry in dangerous situations. They’d lost their share of them as well.

Brea

We didn’t spend all this money making these damn things to keep them on the shelf. We have to use them. We lose them, that’s the breaks. That’s the price of playing the game.

“Swift action is what we need,” said Bozzone, the President’s personal counsel. “With the weapon secured, Director Edmund could go before the committee and tell them what happened.”

“More or less,” said Blitz. “More less than more.”

Under other circumstances, the line would have generated a laugh or two, or at least a nervous chuckle. Today it didn’t.

“We say Raven was a secret UAV project being tested in the Sudan,” said Bozzone. “It crashed. We have it back.”

“This is where we were yesterday,” said Blitz, referring to a private debate. “Once we start talking about it, they’ll ask why it’s special, they’ll ask about the assassination program, they’ll ask a dozen questions that he can’t answer truthfully, or at least not fully.”

“And as I said yesterday, the best approach is simply to tell the whole story,” said Bozzone. “As long as the unit is back, there’s no problem. Even Ernst will keep that a secret. And if he doesn’t—well so what? As long as we have the UAV, then we’re the only ones who can deploy it.”

“Acknowledging the existence of a weapon can have bad consequences,” said Reid.

“Gentlemen, thank you,” said Todd, cutting them off. “We’ll make the decision on what will be disclosed when it needs to be made.” She looked around the table, then fixed her eyes on Brea

Chapter 15

Duka

Da

Random thoughts shot through his semiconscious mind. Who cared about the damn flight computer anyway? Couldn’t they just get the hell back home?

He saw his ex-wife in their bedroom. It seemed so warm.

She morphed into Melissa. That was better—much, much better.