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Author of "Justice Beyond Law," "Justice Without Mercy," "Shades of Justice," "Justice Without Mercy," and "Run to Freedom," as well as two ,"nonfiction books ,"INSIGHTS-The Transforming of America," and "INSIGHTS-Stepping Stones to Tyranny. He also is the author of the blog "8 Decades of Insights." Barry Kelly is no stranger to the world of espionage, counter-terrorism, weapons, deep cover, and the inner workings of the governmental security apparatus. His immersion in the Cold War began with enlistment in the U.S. Navy during the Korean War. Following his discharge, he earned a BA from the University of Pittsburgh and a master’s degree from Duke. His career in the CIA included deep cover operations and overseas experience, primarily in South and Southeast Asia. He has been awarded the Certificate of Merit with Distinction, the Intelligence Medal of Merit, the Cross of Gallantry with Silver Star, the Distinguished Intelligence Medal and the Intelligence Officer of the Year Award. After retiring from the CIA, Kelly served as a special assistant to President Reagan. He holds a first dan black belt in hap-ki-do. Visit www.factsandfictions.com or find the author on Facebook.

“Justice without Mercy” Chapter 72

The next day Kathy and Jack were waiting for Frank to arrive. The sandwiches had just JWM Serializationarrived. Jack tipped the waiter and said to Kathy as the door closed, “Frank is never late. The guy makes a religion out of being on time. It’s two minutes until twelve. Wanna bet he’ll be here in two?”

“No way. If I thought he’d be very late, I’d try to seduce you in this beautiful suite. What is it, the honeymoon special?”

“No, the management just likes to take care of its bill-paying clients. I don’t see why we can’t stay for a few minutes after he goes.”

“Make it a few hours and you might have a taker.”

A few seconds after noon, a tap on the door broke up their banter. Jack checked and let Frank in. Frank greeted them and said, “Sorry, I’m a little late.”

Kathy said, “Yes. I wanted to start without you, but Jack was sure you would come along.”

Frank sat down at the table and poured himself a cup of black coffee. Looking up at Kathy he said, “I just can’t believe you were able to find the mole so quickly. If this story comes out, you are going to be a counter-intelligence legend. That reminds me, give me your cell phone. It may be legally dangerous for you to have the images of the documents you found in Richfield’s cellar.”

Kathy dug into her purse and slid the iPhone over to Frank, saying, “It’s your phone anyway. I’m going to pick up an iPhone 4 with my own brand of encryption.”

For the next hour they discussed various plans for dealing with the Richfields and the Professor. When Frank left, they had a plan that should work. A minute after the door closed behind Frank, Jack hung out the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign and said, “I could hardly wait for him to go.”

He looked over at Kathy who was shedding her clothes. She said, “Come on, big guy. Don’t keep your bride-to-be waiting.”

When the passion ebbed, Kathy said, “Your trip in the wilds didn’t hurt you any. You’re still a fantastic lover.”

“Only when my partner is a tall, sexy, shapely blonde who knows all my buttons. I forgot you’re also a dangerous and intelligent lady. Now let’s get a shower and order tea and some pastry. I have something we need to talk about.”

Kathy poured the tea and asked Jack what he wanted to discuss.

Jack said, “Now, bear with me. I’m feeling my way. My father told me not to trust anybody all the time and most people not at all, when the stakes were high. I thought it was strange when Frank asked you to hand over your cell phone with the images you took in the guy’s cellar. He could have asked you to destroy them which you would have done without question. Instead, he didn’t trust you to destroy them. What legal danger could there have been?”

Kathy started to say something, but Jack said, “Let me finish. You found his mole. No question. The mole is the key to finding the Professor. The logical move would be to pick up Sam Richfield, interrogate him, and make him give up the Professor. Any time, any day, the terrorists led by the Professor could take dozens, maybe even hundreds, of lives. Yet, here we are developing complicated plans to take down the terrorists. And guess who is leading the charge? We are! We’re good but not that good. The teams the Government can put together make us look like what we are. A very small team of specialists who can and have made contributions.

“We’re not the A team. Frank is. In the plan we just discussed, if one thing goes wrong, we get wiped out. Given advance knowledge, the Professor and Hasani could ambush and kill all of us. We are the only people who even know about a mole. Does what I’m saying make any sense to you?”

Kathy was silent. She stood up and began striding back and forth across the room. She turn toward Jack and said, “It only makes sense if Frank is playing us and protecting the mole and the Professor. If you are even close to being right, we’re in serious trouble. Our proof of the existence of a mole is gone.”

“Not quite. I copied the images on to my iPad just to be on the safe side, in case something happened to your collection. Right now, I don’t see how that can help us.”

“I’m going to run a little test. Give me your phone. I’m going to call the young woman Frank assigned to help me.” Kathy called Jennifer’s cell. She answered and Kathy said, “Where are you?”

“Kathy, I won’t be able to help you anymore. I got a spot promotion and an immediate transfer to Afghanistan.”

“Wonderful! Who told you about the transfer?”

“Mr. Batcher just told me. He said he had talked to you, and there was no further need for me to help you. The problem went away. He said my transfer was very sensitive, and I shouldn’t talk to anyone about it. He said not even you, but I just couldn’t go away without saying goodbye to you. I hope we have a chance to work together again. I’m sorry, but my ride to the airport is outside. I have to go. Bye for now.”

Kathy had the iPhone on speaker so Jack could hear every word.

Jack said, “Okay. What do you think now?”

“I’m scared! You have to be right. Otherwise, nothing makes any sense. I think Jennifer might get killed for her role in helping me. Take her away, and only you and I know about the existence of any mole. We have photocopies of alias documentation, most likely done by the Agency, ostensibly for Richfield’s use in a CIA operation. I do have Richfield’s alias driver’s license. I did not give it to Frank. What do we do now?”

“Frank’s been in this business a long time. He knows we’re a danger to him as long as we’re alive. I believe he intends to make us the fall guys. We either get killed or arrested as traitors. We need some official help or we need to kill Frank and Richfield.”

“I’ll bet Richfield’s house is now empty, and he’s in the wind. A search of the cellar will turn up nothing. To get official help, we need real evidence. What we have is useless, a CIA officer working in counter-terrorism with three sets of alias documentation. Means nothing. You still have those recorded phone calls warning the sniper team you and Shadow were chasing. Again, nothing to convince any skeptics.”

Jack agreed and said, “Now we know how the so-called mole learned so quickly about our activities. Richfield wasn’t the mole. It was Frank who kept the terrorists one step ahead of us at every turn.”

“Your father made Frank’s reputation by helping him to track down and arrest members of KGB sleeper cells in America. There was no reason for him to double-cross your father. For twenty years, he was Frank’s mentor. He never knew the real Frank. Did your father ever tell him about the mountain hideaway?”

“No. He told me no one knew about it. Maybe we should think about locating there for a while. I hate to expose Kelly, Storm and Lou to this kind of trouble. They didn’t sign up to have their own government after them.”

Kathy said, “I would bring Kelly to the cabin but not Lou or Storm. Lou’s need for regular medical care will make him too easy to find. And Storm is not yet committed. Maybe in the future, but not now. I believe she resents what happened to her father and feels we had no business exposing him to such danger.”

“I believe Frank is the problem. With him gone, we are all okay. He needs us dead, not arrested and talking to law enforcement. The problem is he knows we will quickly figure out what’s going on. He knew asking for your cell phone and not having his own plan to pick up the mole you found, gave him away. Once we had those phone calls I found on the sniper’s abandoned cell phone, he had to manufacture a mole.

“Putting you in charge bought him time and let him track our activities. Richfield is probably no mole. Frank arranged some way of putting those documents where you would find them. In the same way, he gave you a stack of personnel files. He wanted you to find Richfield and go away, believing you did a first-class investigative job. Case closed. Back to business as usual, continuing to use us to make himself look good. He miscalculated how little time it would take you to find Richfield and to smell a rat.”

Kathy said, “The son of a bitch wants to set us up to get killed in action at the hands of the Professor. He can then either let the Professor disappear or kill him as well, depending on which option is the best for him. If we play it right, we can use his plan against him. If our deaths can be attributed to the Professor, so could Frank’s.”

“Exactly! Whatever the action, we have to keep that part to ourselves. We’ll send Lou and Storm away. If they lay a good enough false trail, they should be safe. What do you think about Kelly?”

“I think we should include Kelly. She has good instincts and is totally committed. Besides Frank knows about her and could see her as a danger or a way to get to us. She’s safer with us.”

“Okay, I agree. She needs to know the whole story. Will you brief her?

“You got it.”

“Starting now, we have to be super careful. Frank is a very dangerous man. He is entirely ruthless and a little sick. I believe he likes us, you especially. Still, he’ll kill us at the first safe opportunity he gets. Okay, let’s get out of here.”

As they were going down in the elevator, Jack said, “Our car is in valet parking and is probably safe. I don’t put it past Frank to put an explosive device or a beacon on our car. He knows the valet will be getting the car for us, so any pressure switch will be on the passenger side. Please humor me and get in the back seat. I’ll check the car over back at the house. Until this is over, the car has to be checked every time it’s out of our control.

“While I’m checking the car, tell Storm to get rid of her cell phone and take Lou to Hawaii as soon as he can travel. Get her a cashier’s check for $500,000. Tell her to use cash. No credit cards. Their contracts will be honored for the next year and then we’ll see about the future. Tell her the risk is real, but no details. Also, no contact with family or close friends. In Hawaii, she can get a prepaid cell phone and a new notebook using a different name or a variation of their names. Ask her to send a postcard to our lawyer, Lee Jensen, every month indicating their hotel. Don’t scare her to death but impress her with the need to be careful. The sooner they are away from here the better. Tell her to make the plans but don’t implement them until you tell her to go.”

“Got it. Storm is not going to be happy.”

“Being alive is better. This should all be over, one way or the other, in a month at the latest.”

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“Justice without Mercy” Chapter 71

The next morning Kathy and Kelly met for breakfast at six. Kathy said, “Today we are JWM Serializationbreaking the law. Bring your weapon and your permit. Also, a change of clothing. We may have to do some surveillance.”

The first stop was nearby, a small detached bungalow in Falls Church. Kathy pulled to the curb just before seven. Pouring fresh coffee into their cups, Kathy said, “The house across the street about a half a block from here, painted that hideous shade of hospital green, is our target. There should be only one person living in there. I’m a little suspicious of the occupant for reasons I cannot tell you now. This guy is either a loyal civil servant or something else. If he is something else, he will be dangerous and, in entering his house after he leaves, we have to be careful, very careful. The man should be coming out soon and going to work. We’ll sit here for an hour after he leaves. If someone else comes out, I want you to follow them. Take the car if you need it. When the guy leaves, I’ll call the house to see if anyone answers. If not, I’m going in. Stand by, I may call you to come in once I have a chance to look around. We have a search to do.”

“Kathy, what can you tell me about this man?”

“Absolutely nothing. I don’t want to influence your judgment and, if this man is innocent, I don’t want to tell anyone who he is. Careers have been destroyed for less.”

“You’re looking for a mole, aren’t you?”

“What do you know about moles? You’re new to this business.”

“I know from books and news reports that they exist and are very difficult to find.”

“I’m searching for someone who has been leaking information to the high level terrorist we’ve been chasing. Yes, it is usually almost an impossible search. Many times when bad things happen, people suspect a mole is the cause. Sloppy tradecraft, a breakdown in security, careless talk and bad luck can also cause bad things to happen. Our search is much different. We have a tight timeframe when the leaks occurred, and we know the small group of people who had access to the information. Those factors make this a search that is doable in a time measured in days. We have to be careful the mole doesn’t learn of our investigation. The stakes are very high, high enough for me to do a physical search of a few places without a warrant.”

Kelly said, “Thanks. Hey! Look, a car is backing out of the garage.”

“Yep. Right on time. Let’s see what happens next. Another car is parked near the front of the house.”

Kelly said, “A woman is coming down the porch stairs. She looks like she’s dressed to go to work.”

“When the car moves away from the curb, I’m getting out. Get ready to slide over and take the wheel. Follow her, carefully. I want to know where she goes, no more. Just note the time and the building. Do not follow her into any parking area or garage. Stay in the car on the street and keep your eyes open. Tell me immediately, if she heads back to the house. Call every ten minutes. Make sure you always have cell phone service. Okay?”

“Got it, Boss.”

Kathy called the land line phone in the house. When no one answered, she walked around to the back of the house and found the back door was screened by some eight-foot yews. She quickly picked the lock, after checking for any traps like a small piece of paper placed to fall if the door was opened. Nothing. She eased the door open and stepped inside the kitchen. Checking for simple traps, she toured the house. Definitely, a woman was sharing the house and the bed. Female necessities in the bathroom and more than half the master bedroom closet held female clothing. Using her iPhone she photographed the medicine cabinet and closet before moving to the office. An iMac notebook and an IPAD were on a long table. Kathy knew the man could not take his notebook or IPAD to work and guessed the woman also worked in a secure environment. Both machines were pass-worded, and it took her several minutes to play administrator and get into the files. Inserting high gigabyte flash drives into the USB ports, she downloaded the files in each computer.

Her iPhone vibrated. Kelly was calling in. She told Kathy the woman drove into CIA Headquarters in Langley. Kathy said, “Okay. Come back here and pick me up. I’m done.”

Kathy was walking down the street when Kelly pulled over and picked her up. Kathy climbed in and said, “Nothing there. Two more stops. I’ll tell you where to go.”

Fifteen minutes later they were in the midst of a development outside Vienna, VA. Kelly asked, “Where do all these people work? I thought Pittsburgh was a crowded city.”

“This is where your tax dollars go. These people nearly all work for the US Government, either as employees or as contract workers. Now pull over here. At least half of these houses have someone in them. I don’t want anyone to see me going into a house and have some good but nosy citizen call the police. Talk about embarrassing! My badge without a warrant would make the problem worse. Also, I think this man is hiding something. It’s okay for him to hide his love life but not his travel or his foreign contacts. He, like our last suspect, lives ‘alone.’ I’ll call to see if anyone answers. If not, I’m going in. You stay here and warn me about anyone approaching the house. Give me a heads up, even if you aren’t sure. I don’t mind warnings that turn out to be non-events.”

No one answered Kathy’s house-checking call. It was beginning to rain and the wind was picking up. No one was on the street when Kathy approached the house. From the front of the house, she could see an ancient door knob lock. She mused, why bother. She rang the doorbell while inserting her pick. She could do this lock left-handed with her eyes shut.

The doorbell didn’t summon anyone and Kathy slipped inside. She paused to let her senses adjust to the house. The living room certainly didn’t look as if this was a bachelor pad. More than decent furniture with a few good antiques and Oriental rugs. Moving into the kitchen, she noted it was full of stainless steel appliances and lined with granite counters. The counters were clean. She thought this guy must be well-trained. Even Jack, with all his discipline, was not this good a housekeeper. Going up the stairs, she took in the expensively framed oil and water color paintings. No masters but not bad. This guy didn’t do this on his government salary. Family money or some other outside source was at play here.

You could always tell if a woman was in a house. Lotions, perfumes and a ton of cosmetics give off a distinctive scent. No question a woman lived in or was often in this house. The master bedroom confirmed her suspicions with the cosmetics and other necessary female maintenance implements. Several dresses, suits and blouses hung in an orderly manner. So the order in this place may come from the presence of this woman. Now, woman, who are you?

A search of the house and basement turned up nothing. Kathy downloaded files she thought relevant onto her flash drive and backdated the transaction. She thought, everyone has secrets but this house does not have what I’m looking for. She went out the front door and walked the short distance to where Kelly was waiting.

“Did you find anything?”

“No. Boring house, nothing to indicate he might be a mole. Onward to our last stop for today. This time it was a small dingy house in an old section of Arlington. The house needed painting and the landscaping shrubs had given up. Kelly said, “With the rain and overcast sky, this place would fit into the small towns I knew growing up. It certainly doesn’t look like anyone with clean or dirty money lives here.”

“I believe the kind of person we are looking for is not motivated by money. There isn’t enough money to reward him for the incredible risks he’s taking and the strain of daily living a complex false background, where one slip can be the end. Stand by here. The same protocol. I should be out in an hour and we can get some lunch.”

No one answered Kathy’s check call, and she was soon going up the slight out of kilter stairs with at least two shades of gray showing through the layers of peeling paint. Jack’s house in Pittsburgh looks very upscale compared to this one. The lock, though, is good. I’ll have to focus on this one. Two minutes later, Kathy stepped into the small living room furnished with early Salvation Army overstuffed furniture. Rag rugs covered the floor. Moving swiftly through the ground floor, she saw nothing of note. Like the outside, the inside was grubby and devoid of any touch by loving hands. This is a real bachelor pad. Upstairs, there was no sign of another person, man or woman, living with her third suspect. She took some photos, checked a number of possible hiding places and went down into the dimly lit cellar. Kathy knew from a previous case people believe the cellar is a good place to hide things. She had found a cache of information on another search, alias documents and cash hidden in the cellar wall. Using her small high intensity flashlight, she searched by dividing the cellar into quadrants.

The old house creaked with the gusting wind. Kathy reached back and touched her SOCOM .45 automatic. She often found it reassuring to touch the weapon. Hunting for leads to a mole in a cellar of an empty, creaking old house was beyond spooky. Come on, girl, focus. Search this place and get out.

No doors in the cellar walls. One dusty workbench that hadn’t had any use for a long time. An oil furnace sat in one corner. When it suddenly started up, Kathy jumped and smiled at her nervous reaction. Focusing the light on the overhead to search between the joists, she noticed the hot air ducts radiating out from the furnace. The ducts were vintage. Many had taped joints. Noticing one of the ducts turned ninety degrees up to a ground floor register, she thought, it’s the only clean thing down here. As she turned to leave, she wondered why the ten-inch elbow duct was clean and went back to examine it. With her height she was able to reach up and put her hands on the elbow joint. It seemed tight but she couldn’t see any metal screws in the joint. Pulling down on the elbow, it separated from the floor register joint.

Kathy searched around for something to stand on. She picked up an old galvanized two-gallon bucket, placed it upside down under the exposed duct and stepped up, bumping her head. Muttering to herself about all she needed was to keep bumping an already aching head, she carefully moved her head between the joists and saw a long box-like object. Examining it with her light, she noticed very little dust on the container. Reaching in with an extended arm, she felt what seemed to be a light-weight metal box. Pulling the box toward her, she soon had the box in her hands. It wasn’t heavy, and she was able to step off the bucket and set the box on the cement cellar floor. The box had no locks or traps she could see. Opening the well-oiled hinged lid, she saw a .38 special revolver and a box of shells, and two large brown envelopes. The envelopes were unsealed. The first one contained a large pack of big bills, at least twenty thousand dollars. The second had two sets of identity documents complete with passports, driver’s licenses, credit cards and other miscellaneous cards to support the false identities.

Kathy thought, well, well. We’ve now found our mole. This is the man who Frank personally vouched for when he was hired, the son of a Princeton classmate. I wonder how he is going to take this. Now I have to put everything back, except for one set of identities with Mr. Richfield’s picture but a different alias. Kathy used her iPhone to photograph all the documents and the hiding place before leaving by the back door.

Back in the car with Kelly, Kathy called Frank and told him she had his mole but didn’t want to say anything more over the phone. Knowing Frank wanted to know the details immediately, she said, “I’ll drop Kelly back at Jack’s house. I’ll be in your office in 30 minutes. Can you arrange for some uninterrupted time?”

“All the time we need. This is my top priority.”

Kathy was a few minutes late, and Frank was waiting for her when she got off the elevator. Frank handed her a cup of coffee and led her to a small interview room. Once inside, before sitting at the table, he said, “Tell me.”

Kathy motioned for him to sit down first and said, “You’re not going to like this. Your mole is Sam Richfield.”

“What!! Are you sure? That can’t be right! I’ve known Sam and his father for thirty years!”

Kathy reached into her zipped jacket pocket and slid one of Richfield’s alias passports across the table. Frank examined the document, turned white with anger, slammed his fist on the table and said, “I just don’t understand how Sam could do this. The family is wealthy. He can’t have become a traitor for money. Sorry for doubting you. I should’ve known better. Do you have anything else?”

Kathy leaned across the table and showed Frank the photos on her iPhone and told him about her search. Frank shook his head and said, “This is an open and shut case. The evidence wouldn’t hold up in court due to the illegality of the search, and I don’t want to tip off the Professor we know about his source. We’ll have to handle this on our own. Sam’s father and the Professor were close in graduate school at Princeton. I wonder if the father is involved?”

Kathy replied, “He must be! How else could his son have gotten involved with al Qaeda?”

“I can’t argue. It looks bad for the Richfield family. We can’t arrest them or even get a subpoena to search their residences. Any defense attorney will get the case thrown out on grounds of the illegal search. My plan is to use our mole to set a trap for the Professor. Whether or not the plan works, al Qaeda will suspect Sam and his father. They are not forgiving and will deal with them.”

“What’s our next move?”

“Ask Jack to arrange for another meeting in the Ritz. The three of us can decide on an approach for taking care of our mole and putting an end to the Professor and his campaign.”

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“Justice without Mercy” Chapter 70

Kathy was in the office at seven. Jennifer was already working but had taken time to get JWM Serializationa cup of coffee for Kathy. Kathy said, “Thanks, Jennifer, a hot cup of coffee is always better than an apple. Now I’ll expect one tomorrow.”

“You got it, boss. Every day, especially since Mr. Batcher stopped in and told me I was working with a legend.”

“Frank’s the legend. I’m just another worker bee. Okay, let’s find the bad guy. I want him! Go to the whiteboard and write what I tell you and anything else you think should be on the board. We’re going to gamble and take some intuitive short cuts.

“We have seven officers who have visited Arab countries. To keep anyone from seeing the board, the door will be locked at all times, and we’ll use a simple code for the people of interest. Take them as I call them. First gets ‘A’ as an identifier and so on.”

Two hours later, the board was covered. Of the seven, Kathy rejected four names and put them in a lower priority. Her top suspect had been to Pakistan three times, twice by himself. He had a long list of foreign national contacts. The names were all sent out for extensive investigation of databases. Her second suspect had family in Egypt. He, too, had a number of contacts that were also sent up for checking. By lunch time, 75 names had been forwarded for checking and cross-checking.

Jennifer said, “You asked me about the marital status of these seven officers. Five are married, one is single and one is divorced. What do we do now?”

“We check all the wives, lovers, live-ins, and significant others as far as we can. Anyone married to a foreign national, a Muslim, or to a partner with close relatives in any Arab country gets looked at. We don’t have time to put surveillance teams on everyone. For now, we can only do data checks.

“I’m including bank accounts, debt loads and any off-shore accounts. Frank has someone that will take on the money stuff according to the priorities we assign. We need to look at three or four years of performance reports. They are usually not very revealing. We’ll be looking for any dramatic changes in performance rating levels. There is always a reason for big changes. Finish your sandwich, and we’ll get back to the whiteboard. I love working on a board. It seems as if a picture is being painted or the dots connected in a way that tells a story not there before.

“Tomorrow, I want you to continue to check the files for more names, check the bank data Frank should have by then, but don’t take any action or ask anyone for information. I’ll be late tomorrow. Probably come in after lunch. Oh, in case you’re interested, quitting time tonight is six. I need some down time with my fiancé.”

At dinner Storm gave a report on Lou. She said, “Dad is out of the ICU, eating well, and moving around with help. He is very tired and will be until his body makes the adjustment to the oxygen output from one lung. His spirits are good. He doesn’t remember much, and I don’t think he wants the full story yet. By the day after tomorrow, he can have visitors, and I think he’ll want to see you. He’s probably tired of my face and nagging. He wants to come back to work, but I don’t see how he can. This outfit’s missions are too tough for a man with one lung.”

Jack said, “Storm, as long as he’s willing to work, he has a job here. We need Lou for more reasons than his work as a shooter. He has an operational head that is one of the best I have ever seen. Kelly is stepping up to more field work, and we need Lou to take over the important support roles. Storm, you also have your choice of work. Your computer skills and organizational knowhow are impressive. Our inside guy was impressed with your work in identifying and laying out targets. We have more of that to do. The snipers aren’t done yet.”

Kathy said, “I have a job for Kelly tomorrow, helping me with some investigative work.”

Kelly said, “Super, I need to get out of the house for things besides picking up a smelly guy and his dog from a highway crossroads. Both of them went to sleep in the car. I still don’t know what happened.”

Kathy said, “Jack, you like to tell stories. Let’s hear it. The complete tale, no politically correct dodges. I thought it might make a good bedtime story but now is better. The floor is yours.”

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“Justice without Mercy” Chapter 69

In his log cabin on the south slope of Mount Gilead, just outside Leesburg, the Professor JWM Serializationwas having a critical planning session with Hasani, who was devastated by the loss of three more of his sniper team members. Hasani was talking about his own martyrdom and trying to get the Professor to allow him to go into battle for the last time. The Professor said, “My most experienced and devout warrior cannot think of his own path to glory. We must make the Americans pay a much larger price for our lives.

“We are the first to bring a sustained battle to the Land of Satan. We must show the way for devout Jihadists to follow. Our ranks no longer depend upon warriors from the land of our forefathers. As the Muslim warriors of the past established the Muslim cultural center and stronghold in Cordoba, Spain, we must lay the ideological foundation for doing the same in America. By using American-born warriors in our battles today, we are placing the first cornerstones in that foundation. You and I and the rest of your American warriors will soon be gone. But we must not sell our lives too cheaply. The goal of battle is to inflict losses on the enemy, not seek ways for our own premature deaths. Now, how many men do you have ready to fight?”

“I have four more sniper teams.”

“The longevity of our campaign is now my major goal. By spreading out our attacks, we will continue to gather publicity here and in our world. The Arab Spring is turning former American lackey dictator nations into true Islamic lands governed by Sharia Law. We must provide a worthy example of carrying the Jihadist War to the American homeland. We will provide a way for others to follow. We will give hope, where there has been no hope.

“I want you to give me a plan that will keep our war alive for another two months. Use one team at a time. Your attacks do not have to be on high value targets where the Americans with their technology and rapid response can cause us such losses. I don’t understand how they found, followed and attacked our last team so rapidly. They even captured or killed our men, while they were going into hiding. I hope to learn more about their response. I’m also concerned how one man and a dog tracked and wiped out the entire team of highly trained fighters on ground they knew well.”

Hasani said, “Remember the Sunni Triangle and our sniper teams there? The tactic the Americans used there is the model for their destruction of our team yesterday. We learned that there was a Marine Lieutenant leading their counter-sniper operations in the Triangle who developed a rapid response attack strategy, using in-flight helicopters carrying counter-sniper teams over any sector where our snipers might be used. They cut off our snipers from their escape route. First, a rain of fire from the helicopters, and then the insertion of teams in pre-planned tactical positions. Once they had eyes on a team, it was very hard to escape. In Ramadi, they deployed in a few minutes after sniper action. I think they are now using the same tactic.”

The Professor said, “I have a method to defeat this tactic. The helicopters with their hunter teams can hover over 10 or 20 potential targets. But not hundreds. We will attack small unprotected targets. To spread terror we do not need so-called high value targets. Terror can be brought to the people of Satan’s capitol by hitting unprotected targets that no one could pick to defend in advance of our attack, and our attacks will be over in seconds, not minutes. Use this strategy to develop your plans. Don’t worry, my friend, you will have your opportunity for everlasting glory.”

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“Justice without Mercy” Chapter 68

Kathy had just left Frank’s office. Being inside seemed different. Even though she had JWM Serializationonce been an inside player, she now felt she had little in common with the bureaucrats manning the work stations. They just didn’t live in the world she and Jack lived in. The only risk here was political. Political correctness ruled the roost. When she told Frank her approach to finding his mole, even he swallowed hard. He did say that was why he needed her help. She had a ruthless efficiency that was increasingly rare on the inside. Anyway, he agreed, and gave her a small office and an assistant who was hired and given a clearance only a few weeks ago. She wanted no one else, especially someone that had been in the office for more than two months. Their heads were already screwed up. Kathy had been happy in the field but could barely stand working at Headquarters. It was without lethal risks, but the process was mind-numbing.

You can’t ferret out moles by being afraid to break rules or correctness barriers – both can be real obstacles. Profiling was a no no. Kathy planned to use her own profiling system to narrow down the search for the mole in CTC. If she didn’t tell anyone, who was to object?

Kathy shared her office with her assistant. She liked having the people she was working with to share the workspace. She knew only what the file told her about Jennifer Collins, a graduate of Connecticut College with a major in Criminology. She seemed to have a rare ability to eclectically extract the essence of information and to organize it quickly in her head. Her file alluded to this ability and, after talking to her for a few hours, Kathy agreed. You didn’t often find personnel evaluation with such insight. Kathy was ready to start breaking eggs.

“Jennifer, wheel your chair over here. We’re going to begin. Are you ready?”

“Yes, I now know what the problem is, but how do we start?”

“Any good investigator starts with a process to narrow down the search field. It means analyzing relevant evidence. First, we must collect the pieces. Only Frank can know all the areas we are poking into. All our requests for data are for his office only. We’re merely helping him. That’s our story. No deviations. Got it?”

“Yes. But why so much secrecy?”

“That’s one of the reasons I picked you to help me. You’re so new, you don’t know looking for a mole is the most sensitive work any intelligence organization does. You don’t want the mole to know anyone is looking for him or her. Also, no one wants to participate in such an investigation. A mole hunt is the same as a witch hunt. Often, innocent people have their careers ruined. In the intelligence business, it’s better to punish a few innocent employees than to be so careful of individual rights that you fail to find the mole.

“In this case, we have a time and a date when a piece of sensitive information was created and when it was passed on to the enemy. That’s a big deal. Frank gave me a list of all the people who heard him talk about the pursuit of a pair of snipers.

“We want all those personnel files. We want to find out where all those people were in the following hour and what they did. They are professionals and shouldn’t have passed Frank’s comments on to anyone. Let’s hope one of them is our mole. Otherwise, we have to widen our search. That, I do not want to do.

“I hope we’ll find our mole in the 14 personnel files on this table. These are the only people with first-hand knowledge. Get over any prejudices you might have about profiling. Profiling is what we do, but we don’t call it that.

“You get half of the personnel files. Look for anyone who is an Arab or has an Arab name, anyone who is a Muslim, anyone with a spouse who is Muslim or Arab. Anyone who has made a trip or trips to Pakistan or Afghanistan, Iraq, Egypt, Yemen, Iran, Syria, Gaza, or any other Muslim country. Especially if they have family or friends from those places.”

After two hours of reading files and taking notes, Kathy said, “C’mon, Jennifer, let’s get a cup of tea or coffee. The stuff they make here is hardly drinkable. I’d forgotten how bad it was. Before we go, we put everything in the safe Frank moved in here. Only the two of us have the combination.”

Over a corner table in a nearly deserted cafeteria, Jennifer said, “I only have two files to go, and I have three people with extensive travel to Muslim countries.”

“I have four. I’ll give you another hour, and then we’ll start to compare notes. I plan on breaking at ten o’clock and picking up at seven in the morning. I hope I’m not messing up your life, love or otherwise. What we’re doing is incredibly important and could end up saving a number of lives.

“I probably don’t need to tell you this, but I will anyway. Do not tell anyone what you are doing or who you are working with. This is dangerous stuff, and I don’t want to wonder what I could have done to protect you.”

It was nearly eleven o’clock when Kathy pulled into the Brandon house. She heard Shadow using his happy bark and knew Jack was home. She met a bounding Shadow halfway to the front door, and Jack a few steps closer. Both gave her a welcome that nearly knocked her down. She hugged Jack and had a brief but good cry on his shoulder while Shadow leaned against her.

Kathy said, “Easy, big guy. I’m still sore and the headache is hanging on. Not as bad as it was.”

Jack said, “If I had known about your helicopter crash landing, I would have dropped the chase and raced to be with you. It scares me to think I might have lost you.”

“Give me your arm. I feel in need of a stiff scotch on the rocks, a long bath and a good sleep. I have to be in the office at seven tomorrow. And, if you think you were worried, I worried more. My man and his dog going after three armed and trained snipers. Thank God, Shadow was with you. That dog is your good talisman. When I learned about the leak in Frank’s office, I was really angry. These missions are tough enough without the bad guys having access to our plans and actions. I’m going to find and fry that bastard. This is now personal, very personal. Be prepared to give me some slack, because you may not see much of me until I find and deal with this mole. What’s the latest on Lou?”

“Lou is still critical but Dr. Green told me he will probably be moved out of ICU tomorrow morning. We need to find another recruit. Lou is through with hard action. I want both him and Storm to stay. Even so, we need at least one more experienced recruit. Kelly is coming on fast but needs time for more training. Relying on OJT is not only unfair to her but dangerous for us. Let’s move inside. You need some food and rest. Until you find the mole, we are all at risk. You remember what happened once in this house. It ain’t going to happen again.”

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