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operational terrorists. We don't want to take him out and spike that he's blown. We just want his computer." "And you think we're ready to do that? Operational cover's ready?"

"You tell me."

Pike paused, and Kurt could see he was torn. Soldiers like him were few and far between. Ones that would always run to the sound of the guns, always want to be on the X in the middle of the mission. But one who also had the intellect and judgment to back off when necessary, to assess and explore both friendly and enemy weaknesses which is why he had been recruited in the first place. Kurt knew Pike would make a call he believed in, just as he had with the exercise.

"Sir, you remember when you had us all read about the formation of the OSS? Saying there were parallels with today's fight? Well, there are. The OSS grew too fast and tried to do too much initially. They made a lot of mistakes, but nobody was looking because it was World War Two. We don't have that luxury."

"So you're saying let this guy go?"

"No. I'm saying we need to learn from OSS's mistakes. From our mistakes. The success or failure of this organization won't be with the widgets or the cover. It will be with the men. Sooner or later we're going to be called upon to snatch a guy in a sovereign country without a trace, and we can't do that with teams made up of someone else's idea of what right looks like."

"Meaning?"

"I'll go get this guy's computer. I'm pretty sure we can do that. But when this is done, we need to establish some assessment and selection criteria. Something created by us for us."

Inwardly, Kurt breathed a sigh of relief and realized he had been trying to do too much on his own. He hadn't trusted his men, precisely because of the reasons Pike had stated. Outside of the ones he had personally recruited, like Pike, he had no idea of their capabilities.

But he did know the capabilities of some. And it was time to leverage that.

Chapter 4

Inside the parking garage under his office, Kurt waited in his car on his deputy commander, absently watching some workers cementing a brass placard next to a door.

Blaisdell Consulting. A simple bit of camouflage that hid what really went on upstairs. Just like the Office of Strategic Services's building on E. Street in World War II.

Pike had been right about the OSS. While they eventually had become very effective, initially they made a tremendous amount of mistakes, most centered on bad ideas propagated by people who didn't have the skills for the arena they were entering. People who had been selected solely because of friendships or prior working relationships. The one area that had proven successful was Operation Jedburgh, in which Special Forces had parachuted behind enemy lines into France, Belgium, and Holland. Those teams had gone through a rigorous selection process prior to becoming operational, a fact that hammered home what Pike had said.

He saw George W olffe through the glass of the door and pulled the car around. Soon they were crossing the Roosevelt Bridge, leaving Clarendon behind and entering Washington, D.C., with George engaging in small talk.

Getting bogged down in traffic, Kurt stopped the chitchat with a pointed question. "How were the CIA guys picked for Project Prometheus? Who made those decisions?"

Although he had come over from the CIA's National Clandestine Service, George Wolffe had been handpicked by Kurt and was a close friend as well as second-in-command of the entire project. The question caught him off guard.

"Why? Is there a manning issue?"

"I don't know. Might be. Could also just be a little bit of wolfpack infighting for alpha male."

"Well, unlike you, I didn't get to handpick from the NCS. I nominated and then was told who was coming over. I could have vetoed, but that would have just left an open spot. The power brokers who are read on to this project aren't exactly one hundred percent supportive. They think we're stomping on their turf."

"So how do you know if the guy's worth a shit? What's the cut line? No offense, but my guys have all been through multiple assessment and selection courses to get to where they were before I asked them to join. How does the CIA do that? Is it just the course at the Farm?"

"No. It's more of a performance check after that. Seeing how they act under pressure in situations that I felt we would encounter. There aren't any tea-and-crumpet guys on the list. All were picked from hardship tours. Who's this about?"

"Kranz. Pike thinks he has some judgment issues. What do you think?"

George said nothing for a moment, choosing his words. "He's one of the guys that was forced on me as a replacement for my choice, who was 'unavailable.' He's done some seriously dangerous work in his career, but I don't really know him. After checking, the word I got back was that he was a little bit of a blowhard, but competent."

Kurt pulled up to the West Wing security gate of the White House and said, "Competent may not be enough for what we're asking him to do."

* * *

Kurt fidgeted at the head of the table, waiting on President Payton Warren before starting his briefing. He went over in his mind what he was going to say at this meeting, the first Oversight Council conference where he would ask permission to launch a team.

Already seated when he arrived, the secretary of defense and the secretary of state had tried to get an inside look, but Kurt had begged off. The director of central intelligence had simply said hello to George, then remained silent.

Five minutes past the appointed time, President Warren entered the White House situation room, followed by his national security advisor, Alexander Palmer.

The president nodded at Kurt, then sat at the head of the large conference table. "Looks like we've got everyone here. Let's go. I'm on a bit of a timeline."

Kurt started with a status review, delineating progress on the various cover businesses being established for operations, the construction timeline for the Blaisdell front office in Clarendon, and an update on the two concurrent exercises being conducted, one in Charleston, South Carolina, and one in Kansas City, Missouri. He left out any mention of Pike's close call with the police, simply stating that the exercise was progressing.

Alexander Palmer asked, "So we're on track to go operational in two months?"

"Yesterday I would have said yes, but something came up this morning. I think we can go operational right now."

Before anyone could ask a question, he flipped to the next slide, showing an acerbic Arab male; he was young, perhaps twenty-five or twenty-eight, with a full mustache.

"This is Muhammad bin Qasim, otherwise known as Abu Khalid. He's a digital graphics designer and uses those skills as a passport forger for al-Qaeda. He's currently located in Aden, Yemen, and I think we should go after him."

"Okay, how does that change anything on our side?" the DCI asked. "We've got a ton of names on the list. None of them makes us prematurely operational."

"A couple of things," Kurt said. "One, we don't want to take him out. Just get the data off his computer. Thus, we don't need to worry about the whole exfiltration problem of leaving a sovereign country with a terrorist in tow, which we currently don't have the capability to do.

"Two, he works for a water desalinization plant. This plant has just asked for bids on surveillance system upgrades due to the unrest over there. The closest business cover we have to completion is Advanced Surveillance Solutions. We can use that to bid and win the contract. We can get over there and flesh out future operational actions with little risk."

President Warren said, "So you're asking for our first Alpha? Are you sure we're ready? We blow this, and we blow more than just the mission."

Kurt knew what he was really saying. If the mission was compromised, ripping the lid off an intelligence operation that existed off the books and outside the legal scrutiny of congress the president's brand-new administration would be destroyed, with the men in this room more than likely going to jail. But he also knew that the president had understood those risks when agreeing to Project Prometheus in the first place.

"Sir, that's exactly what I'm asking. Everyone here saw the Surefoot series of capability demonstrations. They've got the skills to do it, and it's a simple Alpha introduction of forces. No Omega operational authority. Let's get a team in the game. All they'll be doing is building a pattern of life on Khalid. If it looks like we can access his database, we'll come back for Omega."

The secretary of defense asked, "Which team do you want to send?"

"Pike's team. He's got a solid mixture of guys who can walk and talk the surveillance business, from infrared cameras to digital recording. One guy, Retro, is a little bit of a computer geek. He keeps up on all that stuff on his own. And Pike's also got Jesse, a trained Arabic linguist."

Palmer said, "So you have the infrastructure and requisite cover skills. Are you sure they're ready for this mission? Can they execute?"

"They're proving that right now in Charleston."

"They haven't proven anything yet. Let's see what happens in the next twenty-four hours before I give you my vote."

Chapter 5

I'd been sitting in my vehicle for about three hours, starting to get a little antsy because of the location, when I finally got the call from Retro that the beacon was on the move.