Hostile Dawn

“Is it their own equipment or Iran’s?”

“No confirmation yet,” Price replied. “One of the Company ops photoed the equipment. CIA’s going over the downloads as we speak. It won’t surprise me if at least some of the gear is traceable back to Tehran.”

“Sounds like that reporter was on the money, then,” Delahunt said.

“This raid might put us a step ahead of him in terms of breaking it all down,” Price responded. “Besides the equipment, there were plans for an underground UE lab. It might be that Hezbollah was going to do more than just hold on to Iran’s contraband.”

“I take it ‘was’ is the operative word there,” Delahunt said.

“I think so,” Price said. “If you figure Ferris was kidnapped in hopes of keeping a lid on this whole collusion story, these rogue states are out of luck. The cat’s out of the bag, and whatever Ferris doesn’t go public with will probably wind up being ‘leaked.’ There’s no way they’ll be able to proceed. At least not on the sly.”

“You got that right,” Kurtzman ventured. “I can think of at least a couple neighboring countries that’ll take exception to having nukes cooked up in their backyard.”

“It won’t be just them,” Price said. “NATO and the UN will likely weigh in and give the IAEC a lot more teeth in terms of nosing around, and they won’t be just looking at Iran now.”

“What happened to the equipment?” Wethers asked. “I’m guessing there was no room to store it on that Huey Phoenix flew out in.”

“They set charges in some of the key bunkers,” Price said. “They took out the equipment along with a cache of Israeli B-300s,” Price said. “I know they’re inferior to the weapons Ahmet tried to score in La Paz, but I’m surprised they didn’t try to smuggle those into the States instead.”

“It’s a long haul from Lebanon to L.A.,” Kurtzman surmised. “They were probably afraid Mossad would sniff them out before they got them more than a few miles past the border.”

“You’re probably right.”

“Anything else?” Delahunt asked.

Price was about to respond when Hal Brognola entered the Computer Room, looking haggard and agitated. The SOG chief had a cigar out and had apparently already snapped off one end from working it too hard between his fingers. Price had conferred with him prior to briefing the others about the Bekaa Valley operation, so she was concerned there was some new fly in the ointment.

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