Clear and present danger - Tom Clancy [301]
"Let's take our time, then. The main thing right now is to figure out what the plan was, then branch out from there." It was a logical observation from Murray. It was also wrong. It was to be a day of errors.
The F-15E touched down at Howard Field right on time, eighty minutes before the scheduled arrival of the flight from Andrews, Bright thanked the pilot, who refueled and took off at once for a more leisurely return to Eglin. The base intelligence officer met Bright, along with the most senior agent from the legal attache's office in Panama City, who was young, sharp, but too new in his post for a case of this sensitivity. The arriving agent briefed his two colleagues on what little he knew and swore both to secrecy. It was enough to get things going. His first stop was the post exchange, where he got some nondescript clothing. The intelligence officer supplied a very plain automobile with local tags that they left outside the gate. On base they'd use an anonymous blue Air Force sedan. The Plymouth sat near the flight line when the VC-20A landed. Bright pulled his Nikon out of the bag and attached a 1000mm telephoto lens. The aircraft taxied to a stop at one of the hangars, and the stairs folded down with the hatch. Bright snugged his camera in and started shooting close-ups from several hundred yards away as the single passenger stepped out of the plane and into a waiting car.
"Jesus, it's really him." Bright rewound and removed the film cassette. He handed it to the other FBI agent and reloaded another thirty-six-frame spool.
The car they followed was a twin to their Air Force sedan. It drove straight off post. Bright and the rest barely had time to switch cars, but the Air Force colonel driving had ambitions to race the NASCAR circuit and took up a surveillance position a hundred yards behind it.
"Why no security?" he asked.
"He generally doesn't bother, they told me," Bright told him. "Sounds odd, doesn't it?"
"Hell, yes, given who he is, what he knows, and where the hell he happens to be at the moment."
The trip into town was unremarkable. The Air Force sedan dropped Cutter off at a luxury hotel on the outskirts of Panama City. Bright hopped out and watched him check in, just like a man on a business trip. The other agent came in a few minutes later while the colonel stayed with the car.
"Now what?"
"Anybody you can trust on the local PD?" Bright asked.
"Nope. I know a few, some of them pretty good guys. But trust? Not down here, man."
"Well, there's always the old-fashioned way," Bright observed.
" 'kay." The assistant legal attaché reached for his wallet and walked to the registration desk. He came back two minutes later. "The Bureau owes me twenty bucks. He's registered as Robert Fisher. Here's the American Express number." He handed over a crumpled carbon sheet that also had the scrawled signature.
"Call the office and run it. We need to keep an eye on his room. We need - Christ, how many assets do we have?" Bright waved him outside.
"Not enough for this."
Bright's face twisted into an ugly shape for a moment. This was no easy call to make. ODYSSEY was a code-word case, and one thing that Murray had impressed on him was the need for security, but - there was always a "but," wasn't there? - this was something that needed doing. So he was the senior man the scene and he had to make the call. Of such things, he knew, careers were made and broken. It was murderously hot and humid, but that wasn't the only reason Mark Bright was sweating.
"Okay, tell him we need a half-dozen good people to help us with the surveillance."
"You sure -"
"I'm not sure of anything right now! The man we're supposed to be shadowing - if we suspect him - Christ Almighty, if we suspect him -" Bright stopped talking. There wasn't much else to say, was there?
"Yeah."
"I'll hang out here. Tell the colonel to get things organized."
It turned out that they needn't have hurried. The subject - that's what he was now, Bright told himself - appeared in the lobby three hours later, looking fresh and scrubbed