State of Siege - Tom Clancy [76]
"Paul Hood, Annabelle Hampton," Rodgers said, introducing them now that he found it difficult to hear anything at all. Ani acknowledged Hood with a quick look and a nod. She seemed extremely intent on what was happening. "We think something just happened outside the Security Council," Rodgers told Hood. "One of the terrorists came out to talk with the secretary-general. From the sound of things, she shouted and then someone-probably Colonel Mott of the UN security team, who we believe was closest to her-apparently attacked the terrorist. It sounds like they have him, but we can't be certain. Everyone is being very quiet."
They listened silently for a moment more. Then Hood spoke. "This may not have anything to do with what's going on," he said, "but I just got a call from Bob. There are two people inside the Security Council who've spent at least eight years with the Cambodian Khmer People's National Liberation Armed Forces. They started as coun-terterrorists fighting the Khmer Rouge and then became assassins working for Son Sann."
Ani fired him a look.
"They came into the country two days ago with the permission of someone in their government, though their backgrounds were intentionally obscured," Hood continued. "The question is, are they there by chance, are they working with the terrorists, or is something else going on that we don't know about?" Rodgers shook his head as there was another buzz at the door. Ani put the surveillance image on the computer; it was Brett August. Rodgers okayed him and Ani reached under the table to buzz him in. Rodgers excused himself to greet the Striker leader. As Rodgers hurried to the office reception area, he reflected on the fact that this was the kind of situation that hostage negotiators in every country encountered every day. Some of the crises were large-scale political events that made the news; others were small and involved no more than one or two people in an apartment or convenience store. But all of them, wherever they were and whoever. was involved, had one thing in common: volatility. In his experience, battles could change quickly, but they tended to change en masse. They'd pick up inertia and continue in one direction as the participating armies surged and flowed.
Hostage situations were different. They were subject to hairtrigger fluidity. They lurched, stalled, jerked, turned, and then ran in unpredictable ways. And the more people that were involved, the more likely that things would change dramatically at any given moment. Especially if those people were a mixture of frightened kids, fanatical terrorists, single-minded assassins, and diplomats whose only weapon was talk.
Colonel August was sweaty and grease-stained when he arrived. He saluted Rodgers, then explained that he'd done a pencil roll from the C-130's hydraulically operated cargo ramp while it was being raised. Since it was dark, no one saw him as he rolled tight and low down the ramp. There was a four-foot drop from the lip to the tarmac, and apart from a few bruises, the colonel was okay. He was wearing a Kevlar bulletproof vest under his sweatshirt and that had taken some of the impact. Because August was a fully equipped tourist, he'd had his wallet with him and enough cash for the cab ride to Manhattan.
Rodgers brought him up to date as they walked to Ani's office. As they neared, August stopped suddenly. "Hold on," August said quietly.
"What's wrong?"
"You've got a pair of Cambodian assassins in the Security Council?" August asked.
"That's right."
August thought for a moment, then nodded toward the offices in back. "Did you know that your lady here worked for the CIA in Cambodia?"
"No,"