War Tides

“Then that can only mean one of two things,” Lyons said. “Either someone on the inside knew more than they let on or the IUA’s managed to plant a mole real high up. I’m betting the latter.”

“Based on what?” Price asked.

“A few things are glaring. First, they had to have known the exact time and route the escort team planned to use when they transported Stout to the Pentagon. Second, they were ready and waiting for us at the factory, because the ambush they set up had been too elaborate for them to craft on the fly. And finally, Hal said that Phoenix has been ambushed twice since they got into Namibia and they’ve only been there what, three or four hours? The IUA seems to be one step ahead of us on every mark up until now. That’s more than coincidence or tactical foresight.”

“And while I hate to ever admit Ironman’s right, seems to me they could have just as easily split with the plans and not given us another thought,” Schwarz said. “Instead, they chose to stick it out and try to put us down for good, which means someone told them we were too great a threat to be ignored. Not likely they came to that conclusion all by their lonesome.”

Price looked sideways at Brognola. “Those are awfully good points, Hal.”

Brognola nodded. “As much as I wished otherwise, I think you’re right on the money with this. And since it’s your theory, I’m open to hearing suggested tactics.”

“I say we get to Charleston and find this base before the terrorists go live. If even one of those subs gets loose, we could have a disaster on our hands.”

“Agreed,” Brognola replied. “You have my authorization to proceed directly to South Carolina and learn whatever you can.”

“That’s almost five hundred miles, which means a driving time of at least seven hours.”

“Yeah,” Schwarz said, “but that’s only if we let Politician behind the wheel.”

As Price picked up another line she said, “We’ll arrange transport to Dulles. You can pick up one of the commercial flights that leave nearly every hour on the hour for South Carolina. Leave your weapons with whatever crew picks you up at the hotel. We’ll arrange for a fresh arsenal to be equipped in your vehicle when you arrive.”

“Understood,” Lyons replied.

“Take care,” Brognola said.

“We’ll take it any way we can, boss,” Lyons said.

And then he was gone.

Brognola looked at Price with a grave expression. “We’re running out of time.”

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