volunteers to have,” James replied.
“There’s no identifying marks on its exterior, but I’m betting if we take it back to HQ for a closer inspection Russell can probably determine exactly what it is,” McCarter observed.
“And likely even who made it,” Manning said.
“Well, it’s not exactly the X-marks-the-spot you were looking for, boss, but it’s a start.”
“Indeed it is, chum,” David McCarter replied.
* * *
“WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE you were right on the money, pal,” Brad Russell told Manning. “It’s definitely a homing beacon.”
Phoenix Force had returned with the device and after a couple of tense hours, Russell and Encizo had managed to get enough of their communications system up that the NSA expert could then turn his attention to their prize. Russell made short work of it, figuring out how to disassemble the device and determining its purpose in no time flat. Whatever else Russell might have been, Price had pegged him well when she’d told McCarter that he was an electronics genius to rival some of the best in the business.
“A homing beacon inside a Peace Corps camp,” James said. “Doesn’t make any sense.”
They had Aaron Kurtzman on speakerphone and it was he who replied, “It does if you consider this in light of what we learned from Christopher Harland.”
“Meaning?” Hawkins said.
“Meaning that they didn’t stumble onto those Peace Corps blokes by accident,” McCarter replied. He scratched at the stubble already forming on his chin. “They had this whole thing planned out. They stalked them and they planned their attack.”
“And they also managed to get someone to plant that beacon inside the camp,” Russell said.
“But who?” James inquired.
“One of the locals. Had to be,” Encizo declared.
“What makes you think so?” Manning said.
“There’s little doubt in my mind now they have folks on the inside working for them. I think they have a lot of natives on the payroll, in fact.”
“Paraguayan citizens helping Hezbollah terrorists?” Russell asked in disbelief. “But why?”
“Maybe the money’s good,” Hawkins said.
“That’s one possibility,” Encizo said. “But the more likely scenario is that they’ve agreed to leave the locals alone. The economy here isn’t exactly stable and since the fact one of this country’s strongest revenue streams comes from farming, it’s not impossible that the Hezbollah might be offering security in exchange for people to look the other way.”
“I don’t know,” McCarter said. “That sounds a bit far-fetched, mate.”
“Not really if you consider the possibility,” Encizo said. “How else can you explain their ability to get this beacon inside the camp without being seen? Hezbollah terrorists couldn’t just waltz in and out unobserved, but local natives were around them constantly. That’s the people they were serving, remember? And let’s consider that the attack on this Peace Corps contingent was obviously part of a larger plan. The terrorists didn’t have to reveal themselves but they chose to risk doing so. Doesn’t that make you stop and ask yourselves why? It sure does me.”
“That’s a good point,” Hawkins said.
“I have to admit that he may be on to something,” Manning agreed.
“Ditto,” James said.
With all of the opinions voiced, McCarter had to consider that majority opinion had merit; it was possible Encizo had just cracked the mystery wide open. “Okay, so let’s just say we’re right and they have the locals helping them. How does exposing their operation help them? I mean, I don’t know about the rest of you but I don’t see how revealing the secret training operation in the middle of bloody South America helps the Hezbollah. Or the people training them, for that matter.”
“What if it’s a diversion?” Russell offered.
“Okay,” Kurtzman interjected via speakerphone, “but a diversion from what?”
“Well, didn’t you say that they found a homing beacon on Harland that had advanced electronics?”
“Yeah, that’s right,” Kurtzman replied.
“And now we find this homing beacon—it also has advanced electronics. From what I’ve seen so far, I’d say much of the guts were manufactured in Europe somewhere.”
Kurtzman said in a faraway tone, “If I’m correct in my recollection, Gadgets said the same thing.”
“Gadgets?”
“Don’t ask,” Manning told Russell with a smile.
“So let’s look at what we have,” McCarter said. “Hezbollah terrorists being trained by members of the Islamic Revolutionary Guard Corps, and using highly advanced technology to spin whatever plans they have. They’ve also committed several coordinated strikes, and now we suddenly have Ironman and friends headed into the heart of Tehran to assist some no-name CIA informant who claims all of this part of a plan by a mysterious group high up in Ahmadinejad’s political ranks to overthrow the Iranian government.”
“Well, I don’t know what the hell all of that means, exactly,” Russell said, “but it doesn’t sound good.”
“It sounds like terrorists on the verge of implementing a high-tech threat against Americans is what it sounds like,” Manning said.
“Great!” Hawkins said. When they all looked at him in surprise he added sheepishly, “I just mean…it’ll be business as usual.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
Stony Man Farm, Virginia
Harold Brognola and Barbara Price sat in the Operations Center of the Annex.
They’d been reviewing the intelligence provided by Stony Man repeatedly for the past twelve hours without a break. Word had just come in from Lyons that Able Team had left and would reach Iraq within the next sixteen hours. There hadn’t been any word from Phoenix Force but Kurtzman had been working with Russell without ceasing, and he’d promised to have something very soon.
“It feels like we’re being played, Hal,” Price finally said. “Almost as if someone knows our every move.”
“I’ll admit that this has me stumped, as well,” Brognola replied. “I’m also very troubled by what Phoenix Force found in South America. That’s the second piece of high-tech equipment being used by the IRGC we’ve stumbled on in the past twenty-four hours.”
“Don’t you get the feeling that perhaps we’ve been duped, that the IRGC knew how we would respond?”
Brognola scratched at the two-day growth on his chin. “I don’t know that
