Mark Greaney - Full Force and Effect

She took a sip of water. “Colin, Ed, and I came up in CIA together. He’d been a pilot in the Air Force who’d moved into intelligence. He was a natural case officer. One of the good ones. After leaving the field, he worked for Ed for years on the seventh floor of the Agency, and became a trusted confidant to us both.

“When I moved out of CIA and began running the National Counterterrorism Center, I wanted to move Colin over with me. As always, a special personal security review was run on him, just a formality because he’d been in CIA for thirty years already. But the review turned up some problems.”

“Problems?” Gerry asked.

“Money problems. Colin had made some questionable investments. He put all of his savings in places where he thought the money would earn an especially high rate of return. High-risk Third World locations that others wouldn’t touch. Colin felt like he knew the region.”

“What happened?”

Mary Pat’s chest heaved. “The Arab Spring. Tunisia flipped, Libya tanked, Egypt went one way, then the other, and then in another direction.”

Ryan whistled. “Damn. Hazelton invested in North Africa ?”

Mary Pat shrugged. “He’d made some good bets in the past. He grew overconfident in his ability to foresee events. And that proved his undoing. He borrowed some money, thinking he could earn it back. He lost that as well.

“When we found out about the investments they were still going strong. Nevertheless, we couldn’t take him at NCTC, there was too much potential for compromise with all that money offshore. Then CIA found he had failed to report some of his accounts. He said it was just a screwup on his part, and I believe him. Colin was a good pilot and a first-rate intelligence officer, and he was a good executive from a big-picture standpoint, but he could be a bit disorganized when it came to paperwork. At that point in his CIA career he was no longer clandestine, he was a Seventh Floor administrator. Personally I thought he should have been allowed to retire. But the new head of CIA, Jay Canfield, is a by-the-book guy, so he drummed Hazelton out a year before eligibility for his pension. Shortly after that was the coup in Egypt. Colin lost everything. He was out of work and desperate. Ed and I tried to help him on a personal level, but he was too proud. He wouldn’t return our calls.

“I’d gotten a tip from another old colleague that he’d started working for Duke Sharps in New York. I knew Duke before he left FBI’s Counterintelligence Division. Since he’s gone private sector he’s only become an unscrupulous opportunist.”

John Clark said, “That man is scum of the earth.”

Ding agreed with a nod, but the younger Campus operators all exchanged looks of surprise.

Mary Pat also agreed. “Sharps Global Intelligence Partners employs hundreds of ex-spies, soldiers, and police detectives all over the planet, and Duke has his fingerprints on most every shady event happening anywhere. Still, there’s one thing Duke has more of than morally questionable ex-spooks, and that’s lawyers. His operation has stayed up and running even though the Justice Department has tried to shut him down.”

Gerry Hendley said, “When you found out Hazelton worked for Sharps, what did you do?”

“At first I was just disappointed, but not terribly concerned. Some of Sharps’s clients skirt the law, sure, but he also works with aboveboard corporate accounts on completely benign investigative issues. I didn’t believe for an instant that Colin would do anything against the U.S. Still, I put some resources into him, flagged his passport to ping if he went abroad, just in case. Then, the other day, he flew to Prague. I wanted him followed there, but he left the Czech Republic before we got anyone in place, and went to Vietnam. Our assets there were deployed on another matter, and I didn’t want to alert the local authorities. So I called you, Gerry, and asked for help. John, you and your men tailed him in Ho Chi Minh City. I had no idea he was in any danger. I just wanted to know if he was involved in something illegal.”

Gerry could see that Mary Pat felt a sense of responsibility for what happened to Hazelton.

He said, “You didn’t get him killed. He met with some misfortune, yes, but a lot of it was self-inflicted.”

“I know that, Gerry. But if you work in the intelligence field long enough you really covet those few who’ve been with you all the way. He was a good man and a hell of an officer. If not so much in his later years, at least long ago. Ed and I both owed him a lot.”

It was quiet in the conference room for a moment, then Clark cleared his throat and said, “Unfortunately, we weren’t able to discern anything about the assassins. We had to leave the area before checking the body of the man I killed.”

Mary Pat replied, “I’m just glad you guys got out of there alive.”

Ryan pulled out his iPad. “Shortly before he was killed, however, Hazelton met with a woman. They had a short but apparently heated discussion. We didn’t get audio, but she was after something he was carrying, or at least something she thought he was carrying. She didn’t get it.”

Ryan pulled up the picture of the tall blonde sitting at the table with Hazelton and Mary Pat leaned forward and looked at it. “I don’t know her. E-mail it to me and I’ll have NSA run facial recog on it.”

Jack said, “We tried that. No luck.”

Mary Pat raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying your facial-recognition software here at The Campus is as good or better than the U.S. government’s?”

In truth, it was the same system. IT director Gavin Biery had the ability to plug in to the NSA’s database of images and use the same software the CIA was using. Mary Pat did not know this.

Gerry broke in quickly. “We’re not saying that at all. Jack will be happy to e-mail you the images of the young woman. Hopefully you’ll get lucky.”

Mary Pat let the matter go, and she stood, indicating the end to the meeting. “Look, gentlemen. I am concerned about whatever Hazelton was working on, of course. Especially if it involved North Korea. But I put you guys on this operation because I was worried about an old friend, not because I wanted you in danger. And now that old friend is dead. I’ll make inquiries; I don’t want you or your team risking your lives over this any longer. There are enough other problems on earth right now. I’m not going to push The Campus into the unknowns of some sort of corporate crime problem, even if there was an assumption by Hazelton that North Korea had something to do with it. This is probably drugs, money laundering, even gun running. State will work with the local authorities to find out whatever they can. That will have to be good enough.”

Mary Pat Foley left a short time later, and then Gerry Hendley sat back down with his five operators to discuss their options.

Ding said, “Don’t know about you, Gerry, but I’m pretty damn curious about those dudes who almost punched our ticket in Vietnam.”

“Me, too,” admitted both Ryan and Driscoll.

Clark was more diplomatic. “We’re all just back to regular operational duty. We aren’t tasked on anything specific yet, so our workload is light enough at the moment to where maybe we can dig a little deeper.”

Hendley thought it over first, but soon enough he said, “Don’t worry. We’re not dropping it. I think it’s safe to operate under the assumption that whoever killed Colin Hazelton knew who he was. That means there is a bad actor out there with no qualms about killing ex–CIA executives. As far as I’m concerned, that warrants our attention, whether or not we have any official blessing from the DNI.”

Ding smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that. Any idea what our next step is?”