Black Ops (Presidential Agent 5)

"I haven't seen him since his wife's funeral," McNab thought aloud.

"They all have talked to the Russian defectors and believe them, sir. And so does Ambassador Lorimer. And the ambassador has prepared a background paper for the President, sir, outlining the history of the factory site, when the Germans--"

"And it is your intention to march all these people into the Oval Office--he's not there, by the way, he's in Saint Louis, giving a speech--and then what?"

"Try to convince him there is a chemical lab and factory, sir. And get his permission to take it out. There's no way I can do that myself."

"I recall suggesting something like that to you, Colonel," McNab said sarcastically. "Now listen to me carefully, Colonel. This is what they call a direct order. You are not to get on the horn to the President. You are not going to see the President."

Castillo did not reply.

"What you are going to do, Colonel, and again this is a direct order, you are tomorrow morning going to enter the United States as Karl Wilhelm von und zu Gossinger at Fort Lauderdale. You then are going to fly to Pensacola, Florida. When you have procured suitable accommodations in some luxury beachside hotel, you will then contact me on the AFC--I will most likely already be in Fort Rucker--and I will give you my ETA at Hurlburt, to which you will send Jack Davidson to pick me up. No. Make that P. B. I want to have a word with him."

Castillo didn't reply.

"I hope that silence I hear," McNab said a long moment later, "is not one of the finest officers I have ever known contemplating willful disobedience of a lawful order."

Yes, sir.

That's exactly what it was, General.

Key word "was," as I consider you one of the finest officers I have ever known.

And without question you're thinking a helluva lot smarter than I am rig

ht now.

Case in point: Me even considering disobeying your order. . . .

"Sir, I'll get on the horn just as soon as we're in the hotel in Pensacola."

After another long moment, McNab said, "Get some rest, Charley. It's a long flight from Gaucho Land and tomorrow's probably going to be pretty busy. Out."

"Break it down," Castillo said, and turned to Svetlana.

She met his eyes for a long moment and then turned away to put the handset back in its holder. And then she got out of the co-pilot seat and went into the passenger compartment.

Castillo had the feeling she had wanted to say something but had changed her mind.

He looked out the cockpit window and saw that Mexican customs and immigration officials were examining passports and aircraft documents. Behind their truck were two white GMC Yukon XLs with the Grand Cozumel Beach & Golf Resort logotype on their doors.

Four gorillas--these looked Mexican--stood by the GMCs, waiting to make themselves useful.

[FOUR]

The Tahitian Suite

Grand Cozumel Beach & Golf Resort

Cozumel, Mexico

2125 5 January 2006

"So that's it," Castillo said. "For a number of reasons, instead of going to see the President tomorrow, we're all going--except, of course, Svet and Dmitri, who will stay here and watch the waves go up and down--to see General McNab tomorrow. Maybe, after he hears what all of us have to say, he'll say, 'Okay, go see the President.' And maybe not."

"Well, I know McNab well enough to know he's not doing this to cover his ass," Leverette said. "So what's he thinking?"

Castillo shrugged. "We'll just have to wait and find out. Without him, we're dead in the water. And I have had, since I had our little chat, another unpleasant thought. Even if I went to the President and he believed me, he would want a second opinion about staging an op to blow the place up, and the man he'd go to for that second opinion would be Lieutenant General Bruce J. McNab."