Foreign Influence_ A Thriller - Brad Thor [123]
“I’m not looking at you,” he said. “I’m watching the street.”
“Yeah, sure you are. How’s my ass look?”
He was used to inappropriate banter in tense situations, but normally, it was with men, not a very attractive, half-naked woman. “I’ve seen better,” he replied.
“You’re a liar.”
“No offense, Rodriguez, but you’re not my type.”
“What? A hot-looking woman in peak physical fitness turns you off?” she asked. “Honey, you can come look, I don’t have an Adam’s apple.”
Harvath chuckled. “I’m the Navy man, remember? I’ve been to some pretty interesting ports of call. If you had an Adam’s apple, I guarantee you I would have spotted it from a mile away.”
“So we’re agreed I’m all woman?”
“Absolutely,” said Harvath, “just like my fiancée.”
Rodriguez shook her head. “I knew it.”
“Sorry.”
“Just tell me she isn’t a goat.”
“She’s not a goat,” said Harvath with a smile, but the smile quickly faded from his face. “Look. Do you see that guy out the window?”
“Where?”
“Ten o’clock.”
Rodriguez looked and when she did, Harvath could hear her draw in her breath. The man was going to pass right beneath her window.
Harvath activated his radio, identified himself, and said, “Player one has entered the game.”
CHAPTER 59
CHICAGO
I don’t get it, Marwan. Are you trying to tell me that you trust him more than you trust me?” asked Abdul Rashid.
“It is not a question of trust, Shahab,” replied the older man. “It is a question of loyalty.”
They were sitting in the lobby of the Chicago Marriott on Michigan Avenue. Rashid was drinking a coffee, Marwan a Diet Coke.
“So what are you saying? That I should swear allegiance to Aazim Aleem?”
“As long as you are loyal to me, that’s all I care about.”
“How do we make sure we don’t repeat the mistakes that the brothers in Europe have made?”
“That’s not something you need to be concerned about,” said the older man.
Rashid set his coffee down and leaned forward. “I don’t even know what our plans are after Chicago.”
“And you’re not supposed to know. It is—”
“For my own good and the good of the operation,” said Rashid, finishing the man’s sentence for him.
“As long as you follow my orders, everything will go according to plan.”
“And whose orders do you follow? Aleem’s? I’m not exactly comfortable with the fact that he may be our supreme leader.”
“Don’t concern yourself with matters beyond your control.”
Rashid glanced around to make sure no one was listening to them before continuing. “Marwan, look at us. We’ve spent half the day surveilling hotel lobbies. Do you have any idea how crazy this is?”
“Circumstances have dictated that we change our methods.”
“Circumstances? What circumstances?”
Marwan took a sip of his Diet Coke and looked at his watch. “You will know this afternoon.”
“What’s happening this afternoon?”
“Insha’Allah, the final attack in Europe. Then it will be our turn.”
The young man lowered his voice. “Can I speak honestly with you, Marwan?”
“I should hope you always do.”
Rashid smiled and bowed his head. “Always. But I am concerned.”
“I’ve told you that you worry too much.”
“Maybe, but you made me operational director of the Chicago event. I helped train the recruits and do the planning. Now, you and Sheik Aleem want to throw all of our planning and all of our training out the window. That worries me.”
“It shouldn’t,” replied Jarrah.
“But it does. We have this operation perfectly planned, everything. Then, all of a sudden, you want to switch us to a Mumbai-style event.”
“Straying from what is comfortable is often stressful.”
“Marwan, it would take us months to get our men properly trained.”
“We don’t have months,” said the older man. “We only have two days.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard what I said.”
Rashid looked at him. “It’ll never work.”
“You must have faith. There is great wisdom in what Sheik Aleem has suggested.”
“I’m sorry, Marwan—”
The older man smiled and cut him off. “Let me finish. I have decided that the original event will continue as planned.”
“But—”
Marwan raised his hand to quiet his protégé again. “As a contingency, and hopefully