realized the time for introspection was nearly over. According to Jack Grimaldi—Stony Man’s ace pilot—they’d be touching down in Asunción in about ten minutes. McCarter had to consider all the angles of their present mission. Stony Man’s intelligence had been unusually scant. Between the powerful computers overseen by Aaron Kurtzman and the keen intellect of Barbara Price, sending either of the teams into a situation with little intelligence was an exception—a very disconcerting exception at that.
As leader of Phoenix Force, McCarter didn’t like unknowns and he certainly wasn’t big on winging it when it came to missions where vast numbers of angry, armed men were involved. Nevertheless, Phoenix Force was only alerted when the situation was serious, and the absence of hard intel was never reason enough to prevent their deployment.
“You’ll be going in with your eyes wide shut,” Hal Brognola, head of Stony Man Farm, had told them during their briefing nearly fourteen hours earlier.
“It wouldn’t be the first time,” McCarter had replied.
* * *
“THE INFORMATION IS sketchy because it’s all we have,” Price said. “Three days ago the American embassy in Asunción, Paraguay, received a request for sanctuary by a volunteer with the U.S. Peace Corps. The man’s name was Christopher Harland. Harland told a story so absurd that at first the secretary to the U.S. Ambassador didn’t believe him. Apparently they had an NSA analyst with the Signal Intelligence Group on staff.”
“They turned him over to the analyst, who immediately realized there may be a bigger problem brewing in Paraguay,” Brognola added.
“A crazy story by this one man has the White House jumping?” asked Gary Manning, disbelief evident in his tone.
“Not just one man,” Brognola told the Canadian demolitions expert.
“There are sixteen other U.S. Peace Corps members who have gone missing,” Price confirmed, “and the atrocities Harland claims to have witnessed against them were confirmed by an investigative team sent to their camp. Or what was left of it.”
“What do mean, what was left of it?” T. J. Hawkins asked.
A native of Texas and the youngest, newest member of the team, Hawkins had served with Delta Force before joining Stony Man. Hawkins may have been a bit unconventional at times and was still an occasional hothead, but he was a good fit with the highly disciplined Phoenix Force operatives. He’d become an integral part of the tight-knit field unit and all of his companions were glad to have him along when the going got tough, which was most of the time in Phoenix Force missions.
“They burned the thing to the ground after plundering everything they could get their hands on that might have had value,” Price replied.
“Word has it they even stole the silverware from the camp mess hall,” Brognola added.
Rafael Encizo, former Cuban refugee and unarmed-combat expert, said, “Mess hall? I thought most Peace Corps volunteers stayed in the homes of native families, not only for safety but translation purposes.”
“This particular mission was somewhat special according to Christopher Harland,” Price said. “A fact we confirmed with their main offices after the initial reports came in from the U.S. Embassy via the State Department.”
“What about the NSA’s investigation?” Calvin James asked. “Did that reveal anything useful?”
Calvin James was a former Navy corpsman and SEAL, who served as the team’s chief medic—and a chief badass, as well.
“It didn’t reveal any identity but we’re guessing they aren’t local dissidents,” Price replied.
“Did you say guessing?” McCarter said. “You, luv?”
“I know,” replied a booming voice from the door of the War Room. “Isn’t it a shocker?”
Though the man who came through the doorway was in a wheelchair, nobody would mistake that for weakness. Aaron “the Bear” Kurtzman didn’t just fill the role of technical wizard for Stony Man; his intelligence and prowess had literally saved the lives of every team member more times than anybody could count. Kurtzman had a way of pulling off technical feats like a magician pulled a live rabbit out of a hat, and that had paid off many times over.
“You can blame me for our lack of information,” Kurtzman replied. He looked at Price and added, “Sorry I’m late.”
Price nodded. “Did you learn anything else?”
“Nothing definite but some patterns emerged from a software algorithm Akira and I wrote to scan travel documents into and out of South America, particularly around Paraguay. It seems there’s been an increasing number of Muslim visitors. Now supposedly they came in and later left, but there were some inconsistencies we didn’t really like so we’re digging deeper into those patterns. They’re complex, however, so it’s going to take time. For now we can conclude that this paramilitary force, if nothing else, is not comprised of native South Americans.”
“You’re suggesting Muslim terrorists?” Manning asked.
As a former member of the Canadian RCMP and recipient of training with GSG 9—the federal anti-terrorist police unit in Germany—Manning boasted expertise on the many terrorist groups in the world. He also had a clear grasp of their various methods of operation, something that resulted in an almost bloodhound instinct for global terrorist activity.
“We think it’s possible,” Price said.
“And the President agrees with our assessment, which is why we’re sending you down to Paraguay immediately,” Brognola said. “We don’t have much, I know, but we think it’s enough that we want to get in front of this thing. I’d hate to be caught with our pants down because we weren’t being as proactive as we could have been.”
“It surprises me the Man wants to send us this soon,” McCarter said. “But I agree. I’d rather be prepared than wait for further incidents to prove your theory.”
“Do we have any idea which terrorist group might be operating there?” Encizo asked.
“If I had to venture a guess, I’d say either Hezbollah or New Islamic Front,” Manning said.
“Which in any case spells al Qaeda,” Hawkins remarked.
James sighed. “Doesn’t it always seem to spell al Qaeda?”
“Not always,” Hawkins said with a shrug. “Occasionally we get some terrorists who like to be original. Remember the IUA?”
Indeed they did. The Intiqam ut Allah, or Revenge of Allah, had stolen the plans to a new U.S. fast-attack nuclear submarine and built duplicates right under the noses of Americans. The battle to stop them had stretched from South Carolina to Africa and nearly cost the lives of every member on the team.
“Whoever they are, they’re obviously dangerous and whether an Islamic terrorist force or simply a band of Islamic fanatics getting support from other organized groups, they have to be stopped,” Brognola said.
“Your mission is to pick up where the NSA investigation left off,” Price told them. “Your contact in Asunción will be Brad Russell, the SIGINT
