Divide and conquer - Tom Clancy [82]
"Now, you know the drill. Do it." Odetted shook her head. She knew the drill. Viktor had taught it to her. Lit matches were applied to the soles of the feet. It not only woke up the ill or people who had been tortured into unconsciousness, but the pain kept them awake and alert as they walked. Odette shook her head. By definition, field work was a solo pursuit. What had happened to Viktor underscored the danger of working with someone even briefly. Even if the American were well, she was not sure she wanted a partner. I'll, he would be more of a burden than an asset.
"All right," Odette said. She turned her back on the American and walked toward the kitchenette.
"Where is he?"
"We believe the Harpooner is in the Hyatt," Orlov told her.
"We're trying to have a look at their computer records now. I'll let you know if we learn anything from the files."
"I'll be there in ten minutes," Odette promised.
"Is there anything else. General?"
"Just this," Orlov said.
"I have grave reservations about sending you after this man. I want you both to be careful."
"We will," Odette said.
"And thank you." She hung up and hooked the cell phone on her belt. She removed the gun and ankle holster from the night table and slipped them on. Her long police skirt would cover the weapon. She slipped a silencer in her right pocket. She had brought a switchblade to the hospital. That was still tucked in her left skirt pocket. If she did not need it for self-defense, she would need it as a throwaway. If she were stopped for any reason, perhaps by hotel security, Odette could say that she was visiting a friend-the checkout who, of course, would no longer be there. Odette would be able to say that she knocked on the wrong door and the Harpooner attacked her. With her help-using information provided by Orlov and the Americans-the police would connect the dead man with the terrorist attack. Hopefully, though, it would not be necessary to explain anything to anyone. With surprise on her side, Odette might be able to catch the Harpooner relatively unprepared. Odette walked on slightly bent knees and tiptoed to the front door of the apartment. The hardwood floors creaked loudly underfoot. It was strange, Odette thought. It had never been necessary for her to be quiet here before. Until today, there had never been anyone but her in this bed. Not that she regretted that. Viktor had been all she ever wanted. Odette opened the door. Before leaving, she looked back at the sleeping American. The woman felt bad about lying to General Orlov. Though the coin of her profession was subterfuge and deceit, she had never lied to Orlov. Fortunately, this was a win-win situation for her. If she succeeded in bringing down the Harpooner, Orlov would be angry with her-but not very. And if she failed, she would not be around to hear Orlov complain. Odette stepped into the corridor and quietly shut the door behind her. If she blew this assignment, she would probably have to listen to Viktor complain. Listen for all eternity. She smiled. That, too, was a win situation.
Washington, D.C. Tuesday, 2:08 a.m.
A stoic secret service agent opened the door to the Oval Office and admitted Paul Hood. The large, white door closed with a small click.
The sound seemed very loud to Hood as he crossed the carpet toward the president's desk. So did the sound of Hood's heart. He had no way of knowing for certain whether Fenwick was a rogue figure or working as part of a team. Either way, convincing others about possible involvement in an international conspiracy of some kind was going to be extremely difficult. The mood in the room was hostile. Hood could feel that even before he saw the faces of the vice president, Fenwick, and Gable. None of the men looked back at him, and the president's expression was severe. Mike Rodgers once said that when he first joined the military, he had a commanding officer with a very singular expression of disapproval. He looked at you as though he wanted to tear heads off and use them for punting practice. The president