Killing Ground. Don Pendleton
fate, it will be something of a victory.”
“Agreed,” Faryad said.
“I’ll see to it personally,” Saleh said.
“It’s settled then,” Rashid replied. “Let’s move on.”
“Before we do, what about the computer?” Faryad asked.
“What about it?” Rashid said. “We don’t have the access code. Without that, it’s of no use to us.”
“We should try to crack the code,” the SVR agent suggested. “If we can get into the system, it could prove invaluable.”
“If you know anything about hacking, you’re welcome to try,” Rashid countered.
“I know someone,” Faryad said. “I’ll look into it.”
“As you wish,” Rashid said, eager to change the subject. “Now, we need to discuss how to deal with Karimi.”
Saleh’s simmering resentment got the better of him. Before he could check himself, he found himself blurting, “If you’d finished him off when you had the chance, there would be nothing to deal with.”
A sudden tension filled the room. Rashid’s face reddened as he stroked his beard and then busied himself with his tea, buying time to choose his words carefully.
“I saw him go down,” he said, squarely meeting Saleh’s steely gaze. “We were in the midst of a firefight, and I had to deal with those still putting up resistance. By the time we’d taken care of the others, Karimi was gone.”
“He disappeared?” Saleh scoffed. “Just like that?”
Faryad quickly intervened, eager to defuse the confrontation.
“I’m sure Karimi was well-trained, like all the Taliban,” he told Saleh. “And no doubt had tried to slip into a hidden tunnel and make his escape, just as you did—though not as successfully.”
Saleh knew Faryad had resorted to flattery in hopes of appeasing him. Much as it rankled him, the Taliban lieutenant played along, turning back to Rashid with what he hoped would pass for a look of conciliation.
“My apologies, General,” he said. “It’s just that Karimi could prove to be a loose cannon. I know the man personally—he was starting to have his suspicions about the way dissenters were being conveniently killed off in your attacks. If he’s interrogated, he could tip our hand and undermine everything.”
“From what my contacts at Bagram tell me, he’s been unconscious since the Americans found him,” Rashid assured Saleh. “He’s not expected to survive surgery, much less be in any position to be questioned.”
“If there’s any chance he might survive, the risk is still there,” Saleh countered. “And it’s too great a risk to leave to chance.”
“What are you suggesting?” Rashid said.
“The attack we’d planned on Bagram,” Saleh said. “Though we’ve had to call it off, the teams are still in place. I say we make use of them.”
The Taliban leader was referring to an intricate plan to attack the American military base during the U.S. President’s scheduled visit to Kabul the following week. Just prior to meeting with the others, General Rashid had learned that the appearance had been canceled, and before they’d broached the matter of O’Brien’s corpse and belongings, the three men had agreed to suspend the assault on Bagram. They still hoped for a chance to take out the President, but instead of carrying out the mission on their own, the men had decided it would be better instead to lend what resources they could to Kurdish militants from the PKK, whose operatives in Turkey were already targeting the Istanbul NATO conference, which the U.S. commander-in-chief still planned to attend. No contact had been made with the Turks yet, since those involved in the Bagram plot had yet to be diverted from the Afghan capital.
“I understand what you’re suggesting,” Faryad told Saleh, “but even if we could modify the plan and carry it out on short notice, would it really be worth it? Neutralizing a drone like Karimi hardly matches the importance of killing a president.”
“I’m telling you,” Saleh insisted, “if Karimi makes it through surgery and talks, it could set back everything we’ve been working for. Or worse.”
Rashid, seeing a chance to smooth things over with Saleh, ventured, “The medical facility at Bagram would be an easy enough target. And security at the base won’t be as heightened as it would have been for the President. We wouldn’t need to stage a full assault.”
The SVR agent mulled things over, then asked the Taliban leader, “How soon could you be in a position to carry this out?”
“My men could be ready at a moment’s notice,” Saleh said.
He turned to Rashid. “What about the men you have stationed on the base?”
“The same,” the general responded. “Provided I can get through to them, they’d be ready to act within a matter of hours. Maybe sooner.”
Faryad calmly finished his tea, then offered a whimsical smile. “This might well be a way to kill two birds with one stone. If we can silence Karimi while striking the Americans where it hurts, maybe it will give them extra incentive to get out of our way once and for all.”
Saleh rose to his feet, signaling an end to the meeting. “Let’s do it!”
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