Deathrace (13 page)

“Yet the Secret Police do not suspect me. They can’t see past my dancing. Since I am not suspect, I can learn more. But I am tremendously careful. Did you know that I had someone follow you here tonight?”

“Follow us?” Douglas asked. “We were careful, we saw no one following.”

“That’s what I pay my people for. You were followed by my man to be sure that you were not followed by the Secret Police. I know, of course, where your last safe house is, George.”

George chuckled to relieve some of his anger and frustration. He had no idea how she did it. He moved ahead smoothly.

“We’re grateful for your help, Murrah. Now, what can we do here in Tehran to find out the location of that nuclear site?”

She frowned, and held up her hands. “George, I have no idea.”

13

Lieutenant Murdock put down the phone and looked at Ed DeWitt and Jaybird Sterling, who had been listening to this end of the conversation with their CIA contact, Don Stroh.

“Our boys are in Tehran. Franklin and Douglas checked in by SATCOM this morning. The CIA guy there isn’t making much progress. They’re not sure what they will do. A chance they make a move fifteen hundred miles to the south, and try to find the nuke plant in person.”

“Sounds dangerous moving over that much enemy territory,” DeWitt said.

“Like walking through hell with an ice cream cone,” Jaybird said.

They all looked up when Kat Garnet walked in wearing her spanking new cammies.

“Morning,” she said.

“Good morning to you, Kat. How’s the shooting eye?”

“Better after yesterday. Two days with the long guns is about all I get, Ed tells me. I might want some more in a week or so.”

“Good swim last night?”

Kat grinned. “I’m not used to an open-ocean swim at night. Different, especially on the surface. Soon I get to use the rebreather, I hope.”

“Before you know it, Kat,” DeWitt said. “Today you get to blow up things. Ever throw firecrackers as a kid?”

“Not many. They were outlawed early on in Virginia. Hand grenades?”

“Right,” Jaybird said. “And then there’s plastique C-4, and the new stuff TNAZ.”

“A long ride?” she asked.

“Just down the beach to the pit,” DeWitt said.

“First the run? It gets me loosened up.”

“We can set up each day with the run first, if you want,” Murdock said. “You’re getting up to speed, how about ten miles today?”

“In the sand?”

“Soft or hard, your pick. You lead.”

“Good. Who do I run with today?”

“Ron Holt is your patsy. He’s our communications man, and works right behind me in the squad formation. You’ll be right behind him, so I want you to know his moves inside out. Jaybird, give Holt the word. Holt will know the five-mile point to the south.”

“Thanks, Murdock,” she said, and snapped him a proper salute.

He returned it. “Hey, you even learned how to salute the right way.”

She laughed. “Got caught on the amphib base a couple of times, and had to return salutes to some men. Figured if I was going to play the part, I better get it all down right. See you in about an hour.” She went out the door.

Jaybird came back. “She’s doing the ten miles in an hour? Ron Holt is gonna be sweating by the time they get back. That’s a six-minute mile.”

“Yeah, be good for him,” Murdock said. “Wait until you see what I’ve worked up for the rest of the platoon.”

“Skipper, that must be the planning session I missed,” Jaybird said.

Murdock tossed him the clipboard. “Check it out.”

Jaybird looked down the six lines on the paper, and collapsed on the platoon leader’s desk. He revived, and staggered to a chair.

“If that was a dive from the ten-meter board, I’d give you no more than a six,” DeWitt said.

“All of this, today?” Jaybird finally stammered out.

“That’s just the morning drill,” Murdock said, and laughed at the expression on Jaybird’s face.

“Of course, we could always add a few problems and marches to get the new men totally integrated.”

Jaybird dropped the clipboard on the desk. “L-T, it looks just dandy to me.”

“Waves are kicking up out there this morning from a storm. Be a good time to get in some refresher work on the IBS. We’ll start with that just after oh-eight-hundred, Jaybird. Have the men on the beach ready to get wet at oh-eight-ten.”

“Boats, sir?”

“Two reserved for us in the yard. Take your pick.”

Jaybird went into the squad room and let the men know the first order of business. It would be with full combat gear, vests, full ammo load and issue weapon, including the heavy H&K Mark 23 .45 pistol with silencer on the belt of each SEAL.

“Hey, Jaybird, you don’t make it easy, do you?” Magic Brown called.

“Sure I do. The only easy day around here was yesterday, remember? We’ve got ten minutes to pick up those two boats. Let’s move.”

Back in the platoon commander’s office, Murdock looked at DeWitt. “How is Milly taking your official duties?”

“She’s still pissed. Says there isn’t any excuse to have the expert be a woman, and no reason you gave her to me to train except that you’re trying to split up me and Milly.”

Murdock chuckled. “Milly knows that’s a bunch of crap. She’s just playing female for a while. She doesn’t have a worry. You look so wrung out every morning no other woman would stand a chance. Thought you and Milly had Kat over for dinner.”

“Kat said she didn’t think that would be such a good idea the first couple of days. Put her off for a week. I think Milly thinks that by then she’ll crash and burn, and get out of the operation, and go home.”

“You really think so, Ed?”

“Hell no. She’s tougher than half our guys. The only thing I’m worried about is how she’ll stand up under actual enemy fire. We’ve seen some good SEALs come apart at the seams when the bastards start shooting at us.”

“True, 2IC. But that’s one test you can’t give a SEAL. You have to wait and have that trial under fire to be sure. My guess is that she’ll be twice as good in action as she is in training. Let’s go jump some waves and surf in on some of those five footers out there.”

14

Joe Douglas watched the dancer for a moment, then snapped his finger against the expensive stemware. It rang like a silver bell. Everyone at the table looked at him.

“If we can’t find out from here where the damn plant is, then it’s logical that we have to get down there to the south and dig out the location on the spot.”

“But it’s fifteen hundred miles or more all the way to the southern border of the country,” George said. “How can we get down there?”

“Hitchhike, steal a car—I don’t know, but we’ve got to be on-site down there to find the damn place,” Douglas said.

“I might be able to help,” the dancer said. “Tomorrow I have to go far south to the town of Bandar-e ‘Abbas. It’s on the Straight of Hormuz. That’s only about four hundred miles north of Chah Bahar.”

“Going down there,” Franklin said. “Could I ask how?”

“Yes. I rent a plane at the airport here and fly down. I understand there’s a small airport at Chah Bahar, but the four of us arriving for no obvious reason would stir up a lot of Secret Police and military questions.”

“You mean we could ride in your plane down to Bandar-e without the authorities asking about us?”

“I do have a little bit of influence in this country. You’ll be going as my bodyguards. I always travel with one or two. Three is not unheard of.”

George frowned. “So we get that far, how do we get on to Chah Bahar?”

“Rent a car,” Murrah said. “I can do so without a question. I’ll tell them it’s for a vacation, and I’ve never been that far south before. You’d be surprised how many people, and officials, will let me break a lot of the rules.”

“If we’re voting, I’d say it’s a go,” Franklin said.

“Sounds good to me,” Douglas chimed in. “Once we get to that town, we can start working our way out those roads and feel our way along until we find the sucker.”

George still had his frown. “I don’t know. I’m not comfortable exposed that way. In Tehran, I can melt into the community. I’m going to have to check with the Office on this.”

“Don’t bother,” Douglas said. “You stay here and we’ll go with Murrah down south and find the damned location.”

George sighed, and at last nodded. “Yes, you’re right. I haven’t done the job up here. I’d say it can’t be done here. So we go south. If it’s still all right with Murrah.”

“I’d be delighted. You’ll stay here tonight. I’ll outfit you in some different clothes, and we’ll take two or three suitcases. I have jackets that are just alike that should fit the three of you. Yes, let’s do it. I have some phone calls to make. Lotus will show each of you to your room. We’ll be up early. I like to fly out before seven A.M. It’s an hour to the airport in my car.”

Lotus, the maid, arrived on cue, and motioned the three men to follow her. Murrah took a cordless phone from its set in a drawer in the arm of one of the large sofas, and made her calls.

A half hour later, Joe Douglas had turned off the light in
the room he had been shown to. He had stripped to his shorts and slid between white sheets. Murrah lived like a queen in this poverty-drenched country.

He had just closed his eyes, when he heard his door open. Damn. His pistol was halfway across the room.

“Don’t be alarmed, Joe Douglas,” Murrah said softly. She turned on one of the small lamps and sat down on the bed beside him. She wore a thin, wispy see-through gown.

“Joe Douglas, did you enjoy my dancing tonight?”

“Yes, fantastic. I still don’t see how you can shake that way.”

She laughed. “It is a gift and a craft. Tell me, was I sexy?”

“Oh, yes, absolutely.”

“Did you fantasize about me just a little?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” She slipped off the light robe and stood naked in front of him. Then she slid into the bed beside him.

“Joe Douglas, tonight I want you to dance with me many times.”

Douglas couldn’t stop a big grin. “Hey, that’s one dance I think I can do good enough to keep you happy.”

“Enough talk, Joe Douglas. Enough talk.”

The early morning at Murrah’s house was a blur for Colt Franklin and Joe Douglas. They were awakened about four, fed, given new clothes with matching brown jackets, then ushered into a Mercedes Benz sedan and driven swiftly to the Tehran airport. They went through a side gate to a private hangar.

In ten minutes, they had loaded onboard a six-passenger aircraft, of some European make not even Joe Douglas could determine, and taken off. Douglas checked his watch. It was a little after 0653.

“We’ll be flying at one hundred seventy-five miles an hour, and have to make one stop for fuel in Shiraz,” Murrah told them.

“When will we get to our destination?” George asked.

“It’s about seven hours with the stop,” she said. “We should land in Bandar-e ‘Abbas a little after two in the afternoon.”

“Then what’s the program?” Douglas asked. She had made sure to sit beside him in the rear two seats, and when no one was looking, her hand strayed over to his thigh.

“In Iran, speed is not important. If we try to move too quickly, we could stir up some suspicion. I have canceled my performance for tomorrow night, a case of the flu. We’ll stay tonight at a small inn where I have friends. That will give them time to find a car for me that won’t be noticed. We’ll leave early in the morning. Will that be fast enough?”

“Sounds fine,” Douglas said.

“Take us most of the day to drive on to Chah Bahar, I’d guess,” George said.

“The farther we go south, the worse the roads become, but we should be able to maintain a forty miles per hour average.” Murrah hurried on. “I know that’s not fast by American standards, but it’s the best we can do on our secondary roads.”

“Only a ten-hour car ride,” Franklin said. “We’ll be getting on-site faster than I had hoped.”

“Tonight I’ll find a spot, and send our plans to Don Stroh and company, unless George wants to unlimber his SATCOM,” Douglas said.

The CIA agent waved. “Help yourself.”

Conversation tapered off then. Murrah went to sleep with her head on Joe Douglas’s shoulder, and her hand halfway up his thigh. He moved it away gently.

They made their fuel stop, and took off without incident. Later they landed at the small airport at Bandar-e ‘Abbas. They taxied to a small private hangar where a car waited for them.

“Nothing like traveling first class,” Guns Franklin said. The other two Americans agreed with him.

There was no military security at the airport, which surprised Douglas.

Two miles later, they drove into a courtyard and a big door closed behind them. A woman rushed out of the inn and hugged Murrah. They talked for a minute, then the men got out of the car. There were brief introductions, then they went inside.

Ten minutes later, on the roof of the three-story inn, Douglas set up the SATCOM and worked on his message.

“Flew three-quarters of the way to Chah Bahar. Going on there tomorrow by car. Have help of famous person who is sympathetic. George is with us. Will listen at regular times. Any suggestions?”

He read it over twice, let George look at it, then hit the send button, and the burst of energy shot out of the antenna in a millisecond, straight to the satellite.

The men stayed inside the compound. Douglas and Franklin were feeling antsy, so they had a push-up contest. Franklin, the former gymnast, won with a hundred and forty-seven. After a short rest they ran around the courtyard until they sweat through their clothes.

At midnight, Douglas had the SATCOM set put up, the antenna tuned in, and the radio turned to receive. The message came through promptly at midnight, local time. Douglas had no idea what time it was wherever Don Stroh had landed.

The encrypto mechanism in the set spilled out the message in plain English on the readout screen.

“Douglas. Approve move south. Keep body count low. Make any KIAs look like accidents. Security is high all over Chah Bahar area. Douglas is CO of operation. New satellite photos of area coming in. Will give you layout of major roads out of Chah soon. We need location of target to within a quarter mile. Be careful. Stroh.”