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Andrew Kaplan: Scorpion Betrayal

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The heat was intense, the sun brilliant on the water in the harbor, and he had to squint against the glare. He sipped a can of Pakola orange soda, colored an alien green despite its name, as he quartered the ship, the dock, and the approaches to the gangway one last time. Everything appeared normal. The gantry crane was moving another container, gleaming in the hot sun, from the ship to the dock. Three loaders were working farther down the dock. The two dockworkers were walking toward their forklifts, the way clear except for a ship’s crew member near the top of the gangway, resting a handheld scanner on the rail. No one was loitering or doing anything out of the ordinary.

Scorpion crumpled the can and tossed it in a trash bin. He walked across the wharf, climbed the gangway and stopped at the top to show his ID badge, which he had just gotten that morning. The crew member, a young Malay, checked his face against the photo on the ID, scanned the ID bar code, and let him aboard.

He opened a heavy outer door, closed it behind him, and instead of going down toward the hold as a dockworker might be expected to do, went up the stairs toward the crew deck. He studied a cross-section map of the ship posted near the compartment door, then went up another deck and entered the officers’ and passenger deck quarters. At the last passenger cabin on the port side, he knocked twice and went in.

Bob Harris stood in a two-handed stance, pointing a Navy SEAL standard-issue SIG Sauer 9mm at his chest. He wore shorts and a T-shirt, one of the rare times Scorpion had ever seen him not in a suit.

“Put it away. You’ll hurt yourself,” he said.

“You’re right. I haven’t touched one of these since CST training.” Harris nodded and put the gun down on the table in the small cabin.

Instead of sitting, Scorpion started checking the bulkheads and closet for bugs.

“It’s clean,” Harris said. “I had NSA Dubai sweep it twice, before and after I came on board last night.”

Scorpion ignored him and continued checking the cabin, running his fingers along the edge of the windows and under all the ledges. Harris watched for a moment, then opened the small refrigerator under the TV counter, popped the tops on two Beck’s and handed one to Scorpion. Then he turned on the MP3 player loud enough to drown out any possible eavesdropping with Bruce Springsteen.

The two men sat face-to-face, knees almost touching in the cramped quarters, and leaned close so they could whisper to each other. Harris tilted his bottle to Scorpion and swallowed. He’s trying to do it by the book, Scorpion thought. Harris was the CIA’s National Clandestine Service deputy director, and it had been years since he was in the field. For him to have flown halfway around the world to take a last minute meeting outside a safe house and try to act like an ops officer meant that all hell had broken loose.

“You’ve heard about the Budawi killing in Cairo?” Harris asked.

“There was something on the Pakistani TV. What about it?”

“Budawi was probably the most closely guarded man in Egypt, maybe one of the best guarded anywhere. His death has set off alarms in every capital in the world. The Egyptians locked up the entire country tighter than a gnat’s asshole. They’ve sweated every informer they ever had-or will have at the rate they’re going.”

“And?”

“Nothing. Nada. They’ve come up empty. We’ve come up empty. MI-6, the BND, the Israelis…” Harris shrugged. “Nothing. Every intelligence service on earth’s come up zero.”

“Or so they say,” Scorpion said carefully. The last time he had worked with Harris was on the attempted coup in Arabia, and whatever there was between them, trust wasn’t any part of it. The only time Harris ever told the truth, went the saying around Langley, was when he thought no one would believe him. “What’s this about? You think the hitter’s in Pakistan?”

“Listen,” Harris said, touching an icon on his cell phone screen, then handed Scorpion a plug-in earpiece. “The second voice is General Budawi.”

“A demonstration. Multiple demonstrations. Something they will not forget. ”

He heard a man speaking in an uninflected Fusha standard Arabic, not Egyptian or Iraqi or any particular country’s accent. It was hard to hear. The bug wasn’t close, and there was background noise and other indistinguishable conversations from the outdoor cafe and street sounds where the bombing had occurred.

“Where?” a second voice, Budawi’s, said.

“Lo samaht.” Please. “We haven’t discussed terms,” the other man said, his neutral voice soft. He knew he was being recorded, Scorpion thought, and listened till the man said, “The Americans and their allies will owe you a — ” The recording suddenly ended.

“Photos?” Scorpion said, looking up.

Harris shook his head. “It was a condition of the RDV. They wanted to hear what he had to say first.”

“Really? Not even one? For the first time in history the Egyptian Mabahith kept their word?”

Harris grinned. “There was a partial the Mukhabarat retrieved from a piece of a cell phone chip. The phone itself was destroyed by the blast. It shows part of a sleeve. For what it’s worth, he was wearing a white shirt.”

“What’s the problem? Just go around the world looking for a man in a white shirt,” Scorpion said. He and Harris had history, and he knew Harris hadn’t come because he enjoyed Scorpion’s company. “What do you want, Bob? We’re a long way from Georgetown.”

Harris motioned him closer. Their heads were almost touching.

“We think they were sending a message with the killing of Budawi. Not just that they can reach anyone they want. We think the threat is real. Something big. He said, ‘a demonstration.’ An odd word to use. He knew he was being recorded and he said it twice.”

“How big?”

“We don’t know. It could be anything. Planes into buildings. Assassinations. Kidnappings. Bombings. Poisoning the water supply. Killing all the kids in an elementary school like Russia. A new war in the Middle East. We don’t know anything! We don’t know who. We don’t know where or when or how. For all we know, it could be disinformation. For the record, we don’t think it is.”

“Who’s ‘we’? The same geniuses who gave us Saddam’s yellowcake in Africa?”

“Rabinowich in D.I. He said to tell you,” Harris said.

Dave Rabinowich was a world-class mathematician from MIT, a Juilliard graduate violinist who had turned down a concert career and was hands-down the best intelligence analyst in the CIA. It was said that when he was bored, he would play mental chess games while simultaneously calculating prime numbers in his head. In fact, Scorpion had seen him do it once while at lunch at Clyde’s in Georgetown. Rabinowich was also the odd man out who never bowed to pressure from the top or softened his dissents. His reports were precise, methodical, exhaustively researched, and rarely if ever wrong. If Dave was sending him the message personally, the threat was real.

Now he understood why Harris had flown halfway around the world to see him when he could’ve heard the same thing from any operations officer, and why they didn’t wait to set up a safe house: to make sure he got the message. This wasn’t a job for the CIA. This was coming from higher up. At a minimum, from the the Director of National Intelligence, who oversaw all U.S. intelligence agencies.

“He mentioned ‘the Americans and their allies’,” Harris said. “That puts us in the line of fire, only we don’t have a clue, except that the messenger they sent is as good as it gets and is probably long gone from Egypt, and we don’t have any idea who he is or who he represents, or how he got out of Egypt either.”

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