Full Black - Brad Thor [125]
Sarhan didn’t, not at first. He also didn’t demand to know who Harvath was and what he was doing to him. The first thing he did was spit in Harvath’s face. That was all Harvath needed. Sarhan was guilty.
Harvath brought his elbow around and smashed the Egyptian’s nose. A gush of blood sprayed and Sarhan cried out. Harvath turned up the volume on the radio.
“We know everything, Tariq. All of it. I’m only going to give you one chance. How do we recall your men?”
“You can’t,” the man said with a smile.
Harvath gave him another burst from the Taser.
The Egyptian howled this time as the electricity coursed through his body.
“Tell me, Tariq. The pain only gets worse from here.”
“Fuck you,” he hissed.
Harvath raised the Taser to give him another jolt. The man’s body stiffened in anticipation. Harvath, though, had a better idea. Reaching back down, he depressed the rear cigarette lighter. He saw a flash of fear cut across Sarhan’s face. But as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
“The fourth vehicle has entered the airport,” Nicholas said. “Vehicles two and three have dropped off their passengers at Terminals Two and Four.”
“Roger that,” replied Harvath.
“I’m not afraid to die,” said Sarhan.
Harvath smiled. “I wish I was allowed to kill you. Unfortunately, I can’t.”
“You can’t do anything.”
“I wouldn’t go that far,” he said as the cigarette lighter popped.
“I have rights,” the Egyptian stated arrogantly.
“And if I was a policeman I might care. But today isn’t your lucky day. You see, I’m not a policeman. Technically, I don’t even exist. I promise, though, you’re never going to forget who I am.” Snatching out the glowing cigarette lighter, Harvath brought it close enough to Sarhan’s face to feel the heat radiating off it. “How do we recall your men?”
The Egyptian tried to spit at him again, but Harvath moved out of the way. The projectile of blood and saliva hit the window behind him and rolled down. Harvath was done playing games. Grabbing the man’s face in a vise grip, he drove the lighter right into the man’s upper lip.
Sarhan screamed bloody murder, but Harvath didn’t let go until the smoke stopped rising from the man’s seared lip. The smell of burnt flesh filled the SUV.
Dropping the lighter to the floor, he reached under his coat and drew his pistol. He then pulled the suppressor from his coat pocket and began spinning it onto the threaded barrel.
He didn’t even give Sarhan a moment to think. Placing the weapon against his knee, he pulled the trigger.
There was a crack as the weapon discharged, and Sarhan set off into a fresh chorus of screams and curses. Harvath brought his elbow up again and slammed it into the man’s jaw, causing the Egyptian to bite down on his own tongue.
Reed Carlton’s voice suddenly came over Harvath’s earbud. “All of the teams are now inside the terminals. What’s our play?”
Harvath snatched up Sarhan’s cell phone. It had been set to silent and he had received four text messages, each one saying the same thing: We are in line.
“Shit,” he said aloud as he raised his pistol and placed it right against Sarhan’s temple. “I’ve changed my mind. Tell me how to recall your men, or I am going to kill you.”
The Egyptian looked at him and smiled before muttering a final, defiant “Fuck you.”
Harvath pulled the weapon back and then brought it crashing down into the side of his head. “Fuck you, too.”
“What do we tell DHS?”
Harvath was out of time. They couldn’t risk it any further. “Tell them to take them all down.”
“Roger that,” replied Carlton.
The Old Man’s voice was then replaced by Nicholas’s. “The Lincoln Town Car just pulled in one floor below you. Our man in the TOC says all of the vehicles are overloaded. He’s positive now that they’re VBIEDs.