End of Days (Pike Logan #16)(105)

After that, Garrett had gone down to the lobby, met the Knights’ leadership, and then retrieved their SUV. Finding an armored vehicle for rent had been a chore, but not nearly as hard as it would have been in the United States. It was exorbitantly expensive, but gave the Grand Master the flare he always strived to achieve, since he was missing his Israeli pageantry of an escort.

Now driving to Megiddo, he was being asked to stop for a cappuccino in the heart of the Israeli desert on a two-lane road that was much like a highway in Arizona—which is to say, there wasn’t going to be a gas station anytime soon.





Chapter 68




At seven forty-five in the morning, I heard my computer ding, the Taskforce Inmarsat phone hooked to it, and raced over, seeing a message from Knuckles. In position. Two men so far, but can’t judge total force.

I typed, Call me now.

The Inmarsat buzzed, and I routed it through the computer, Jennifer strolling out of the bathroom wearing a robe, her head in a towel. She said, “What’s going on?”

“They found the possible target.”

I clicked the “accept” button and said, “This is Pike. Go ahead.”

“We’ve got two men at a compound loading what looks like a drone on the back of a pickup truck, and I don’t think it’s the first one. Either they’re mentally deficient at operating them, or the drones aren’t working, because the front of the building is caved in and I can see the wreckage of another drone.”

“What kind of drone? Like a quadcopter?”

“No, like a mini-predator. Looks to be about twenty feet long with a wingspan of about fifteen. They’re mounting it in the back of a pickup truck.”

“Send me a picture.”

“Stand by.”

The computer dinged and I pulled it up, seeing what looked like a miniature airplane with a push propeller in the back, but it was not anything I recognized. I said, “Got it.” I glanced at Jennifer, saying, “Sending it to the Taskforce now.”

She slid behind the computer in her robe and began typing a message.

I said, “So what are we looking at? Is this them?”

“Pike, I don’t honestly know. The grid from the NSA intercept is here, but I don’t see any Hezbollah-looking dudes. Just these two, and interdicting them is going to be very hard. We’re in an overwatch position about three hundred meters away, and getting to them without being seen is asking for an ass kicking. We’re in the hills, but they’re in flat terrain with zero cover. I can wait until they’re done, and they return to the compound, but attacking them out in the open here isn’t ideal.”

“Do you think they’re the Turtles?”

“Could be. They’re not Arab, if that’s what you mean, but they could also be Chechens working for Hezbollah. I don’t know. What did you get from Shoshana and Aaron?”

Both of our Israelis had left at the crack of dawn to go meet their Mossad contact somewhere. We weren’t read on to the meeting, and I had no idea when they’d return. I said, “Nothing yet. They’re doing their top-secret meeting, but haven’t come back. I don’t know what they’re going to find out.”

Jennifer waved at me and I said, “Hang on.”

I looked at the screen, reading off a Taskforce report. I said, “The UAV is a Samad Three, built in Iran and used primarily by the Houthis to attack Saudi Arabia, but it’s also been passed to Hezbollah. It’s basically a suicide drone. A slow-flying cruise missile. You’re definitely looking at Iranian armament, and if those guys are loading it up, it means they’re going to use it for an attack.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“I don’t want you to endanger yourself, but don’t let them launch.”

He laughed and said, “Wow. So endanger myself, or let them launch?”

I didn’t say anything for a second, and he came back, saying, “Brett thinks he’s found a way. They’re loading it on the back of that truck for a reason, which means they’re going to drive it for a launch platform. There’s only one road going in and out of this place. We can position for an ambush along the road about a hundred meters from the compound. We won’t have to do a frontal assault.”

I said, “Perfect.”

He said, “Maybe. Maybe not. If we’re wrong, the drone is on the way.”

I heard a knock on my door, Jennifer opened it, and I saw our Israelis. I said, “Execute that plan. Carrie just came back. Let me see what I can find out and I’ll call you back if something changes.”

Knuckles said, “Roger that. Any word on exfil?”

I looked at Aaron and pointed at a chair, saying into the Inmarsat, “Yes, Wolffe has the message. He’s working it.”

He said, “Small comforts. We do a shoot-out here, and we’re going to be on the run.”

“I know. Worst case, head to the UN buffer group along the Golan Heights.”

He laughed and said, “That would definitely be the worst case. Call me when you figure something out. I’d rather sneak out of here because the Israelis have solved the problem than run out of here like Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid with the entire Bolivian army on my ass.”

I said, “You got it. Hang in there.”