Страница 5 из 94
Akhem hesitated. Reluctantly, he put the scalpel away. Then the large man stared at the video screen, on which was an image of Be
The interrogator shook his head. “Not a word. He didn’t say a single word.”
Saturday
At 2:00 a.m., on the day the weapon would be deployed, Colonel Jim Peterson was alone in the office on the Rehabilitation Center, awaiting the secure e-mail about the meeting in Tunis. Armed with that information, they would have a much better chance to convince Be
Come on, he urged, staring at his computer.
A moment later it complied.
The computer pinged and he opened the encrypted e-mail from the ski
Colonel: We’ve identified the people Be
Peterson frowned. He knew Humanity Now. Everybody believed it to be a legitimate organization.
My God, was this all a misunderstanding? Had Be
What’ve we done?
He was about to call Washington and ask for more details when he happened to glance at his computer and saw that he’d received another e-mail—from a major U.S. newspaper. The header: Reporter requesting comment before publication.
He opened the message.
Colonel Peterson. I’m a reporter with the New York Daily Herald. I’m filing the attached article in a few hours with my newspaper. It will run there and in syndication in about two hundred other papers around the world. I’m giving you the opportunity to include a comment, if you like. I’ve also sent copies to the White House, the Central Intelligence Agency and the Pentagon, seeking their comments, too.
Oh, my God. What the hell is this?
With trembling hands the colonel opened the attachment and—to his utter horror—read:
ROME, May 22—A private American company, with ties to the U.S. government, has been ru
The facility, known in military circles as a black site, is owned by a Reston, Virginia, corporation, Intelligence Analysis Systems, whose corporate documents list government security consulting as its main purpose.
Italian business filings state that the purpose of the Roman facility is physical rehabilitation, but no requisite government permits for health care operations have been obtained with respect to it. Further, no licensed rehabilitation professionals are employed by the company, which is owned by a Caribbean subsidiary of IAS. Employees are U.S. and other non-Italian nationals with backgrounds not in medical science but in military and security services.
The operation was conducted without any knowledge on the part of the Italian government and the Italian ambassador to the United States has stated he will demand a full explanation as to why the illegal operation was conducted on Italian soil. Officials from the Polizia di Stato and the Ministero della Giustizia likewise have promised a full investigation.
There is no direct co
Peterson’s satellite phone began ringing.
He supposed the slim man from Washington was calling.
Or maybe his boss.
Or maybe the White House.
Caller ID does not work on encrypted phones.
His jaw quivering, Peterson ignored the phone. He pressed ahead in the article.
The discovery of the IAS facility in Rome came about on a tip last week from Humanity Now, a human rights group based in North Africa and long opposed to the use of torture and black sites. The group reported that an Algerian journalist was to be kidnapped in Algiers and transported to a black site somewhere in Europe.
At the same time the human rights organization gave this reporter the name of a number of individuals suspected of being black site interrogators. By examining public records and various travel documents, it was determined that several of these specialists—two U.S. military officers and a mercenary soldier based in Africa—traveled to Rome not long after the journalist’s abduction in Algiers.
Reporters were able to follow the interrogators to the rehabilitation facility, which was then determined to be owned by IAS.
Slumping in his chair, Peterson ignored the phone. He gave a grim laugh, closing his eyes.
The whole thing, the whole story about terrorists, about the weapon, about Be
Peterson understood perfectly: Humanity Now had probably been tracking the main interrogators IAS used—Andrew, Claire, Akhem and others—for months, if not years. The group and Be
Be
Oh, this was bad…this was terrible. It was the kind of scandal that could bring down governments.
It would certainly end his career. And many others’.
It might very likely end the process of black sites altogether, or at least set them back years.
He thought about calling together the staff and telling them to destroy all the incriminating papers and to flee.
But why bother? he reflected. It was too late now.
Peterson decided there was nothing to do but accept his fate. Though he did call the guards and tell them to arrange to have Jacques Be
“And make sure he arrives unharmed.”
“Yessir.”
Peterson sat back, hearing in his thoughts the words of the slim man from Washington.
The weapon…It can do quote “significant” damage….
Except that there was no weapon. It was all a fake.
Yet, with another sour laugh, Peterson decided this wasn’t exactly true.
There was indeed a weapon. It wasn’t nuclear or chemical or explosive but in the end was far more effective than any of those and would indeed do significant damage.
Reflecting on his prisoner’s refusal to speak during his captivity, reflecting, too, on the devastating paragraphs of the reporter’s article, the colonel concluded: the weapon was silence.
The weapon was words.
BLAKE CROUCH
Blake started writing stories in elementary school to scare his little brother at bedtime. He has since perfected the craft of creating intense and insulated worlds in which unspeakable evil can exist. A photograph Blake took of a deserted road on the high desert plain in Wyoming was the inspiration for his first book, Desert Places. The horrifying villain in that novel is shaped from the terrors Blake thought might be waiting for him in that unforgiving landscape.