Don Pendleton - Defense Breach

“They’re good. After 9/11, Homeland Security realized the crime families might be tempted at some point to link up with a terrorist element. They have some deep plants in McCarthy’s organization.”

“How would young engineers in San Diego go about hiring the Mob? How would they get the initial contact?” Price asked.

“Too many possibilities,” Wethers answered. “A friend of a friend’s friend, an in-law connection, it could be anything. Pursuing that question is probably not worthwhile. More than that, I’d want to know how they linked up with the terrorists.”

“Internet,” Brognola said confidently. “Employees at defense firms, especially young engineers, are prime targets for subversive groups. If these engineers went looking, they’d easily find a buyer.”

“But we don’t know who that buyer is,” Wethers interjected.

Brognola finger-combed his hair while shaking his head. “No, we don’t.”

Delahunt said, “It doesn’t matter. The important fact is that someone has to get to McCarthy, find out where Piaseczna is planning to make the final drop-off and stop her from doing it.”

“I agree,” Price said. Looking across the table at Bolan. “I guess you’re going to Sin City.”

“What about the microwave weapon?” Kurtzman asked of the contraption now stored in one of the outbuildings on the compound.

“Marketing,” Tokaido answered. “It’s years behind microwave research, not state-of-the-art at all. I think they built it at their cabin to show they were real engineers. When Piaseczna contacted potential buyers, what did she have for credentials? Something like that gives a rogue engineer credibility.”

“Then it served its purpose,” Bolan stated. “And it led us to where we are.”

He stared into the distance as if he could see through the walls to where the woman named Marlene Piaseczna was hiding.

“Rogue engineer, indeed,” Kurtzman said softly. “Stop the sale, Striker. You have to make sure—” He was interrupted by the buzzing of his PDA, which he pulled from a pouch on the side of his wheelchair.

His face transformed into a frown as he held the module at arm’s length and read the display.

“There was a firefight early this morning across the Iraqi border in Iran,” he told the Stony Man Farm team. “A few United States soldiers and two Sunni were killed. One of them was carrying a piece of ADAS code.”

“I think,” Wethers said into the sudden silence, “we may have stumbled upon the buyers.”

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