The Eye of Shiva

CHAPTER 36

Lohendra Bhagati's job was to watch people. He'd been in the national police before being recruited by India's intelligence agency. He was a fervent nationalist, a factor that weighed heavily in favor of his selection. What had ensured it was an eidetic memory for faces. Once Bhagati saw a face, he never forgot it. He'd spent endless hours reviewing photographs and film of every person in RAW's database that might pose a threat of any kind to mother India. That included terrorists like Abdul Afridi. It also included pictures of known intelligence agents from other countries. Bhagati's boss reported to Ashok Rao.

Bhagati sat at a small metal table at a tea stall in the Srinagar airport and watched people coming out of the secured area. It was a boring job but the strong, black tea helped keep him alert.

Three foreigners came into view, pushing a cart filled with black equipment boxes. Two men, one black and one white, accompanied by a tall woman with reddish blond hair and unusual violet eyes. The white man was about six feet tall, muscular, with short black hair and intense gray eyes. The other man was smaller, wiry and tense. A distinctive scar marked his face.

The woman and black man were unfamiliar. The third man triggered the part of Bhagati's mind that remembered people he'd seen but never met. Within seconds he had it.

Nicholas Carter, Bhagati thought. He was the one in Jerusalem, with their president. He works for an American intelligence unit.

A few years before, Carter had been caught on live television protecting the U.S. president during an assassination attempt. The event had been seen worldwide. The two people with him must also be spies, probably part of the same unit. Why were they here, in Kashmir?

Bhagati got up from the table and followed them through the airport. They stopped at an automobile rental counter. The woman talked to the agent behind the counter while the other two waited. She finished the transaction and all three headed for the rental parking lot. Bhagati watched them go.

When they'd left the terminal building, Bhagati walked over to the rental agent and showed his identification. She looked nervous. People tended to do that when they saw the wreath and three headed lion on Bhagati's credentials that identified him as an agent of the Research and Analysis Wing.

"The foreign woman who was just here, the American. What vehicle did she take?"

"You mean the Canadian woman?"

"Canadian?"

"Yes." The clerk showed him the rental agreement. It was with Sarah Thompson of Toronto. Payment had been with a Visa card.

"She's part of a film crew. They rented a van, a blue Toyota."

"I'll take this," Bhagati said. He folded the paper and put it in his jacket pocket.

"We're supposed to keep that," she said. "What do I tell my manager?"

"Tell him to keep his mouth shut about it," Bhagati said. "That goes for you, too. Understand?"

The clerk looked in Bhagati's eyes and nodded.

Bhagati walked away from the counter and took out his phone. His boss would want to know about this.

Nick and the others walked through the terminal building toward the exit for the rental car area, pushing the equipment boxes in a rented luggage cart. The atmosphere in the terminal wasn't reassuring. Srinagar airport was considered a prime terrorist target and the rhetoric between Pakistan and India was becoming more heated every day. Soldiers in full battle dress were stationed at regular intervals around the terminal, armed with automatic weapons.

"What's that they're carrying?" Lamont asked. "Looks nasty."

Nick waited until they were past one of the soldiers before he answered.

"Those are Kalantaks, the lightweight version of their INAS assault rifle," Nick said. "Used for close quarter combat. It takes the 5.56 NATO round. These guys must be from one of their elite units."

"Seems like there are quite a few of them," Selena said.

"The way things are heating up between India and Pakistan, I'm not surprised. This airport is new. It's supposed to be a showcase for progress and development. That makes it a good target, along with the crowds of people."

They found their rental and loaded the gear. The truck was well used but it had a brand new, large screen GPS on the dash.

"Who's driving?" Selena said.

They pulled out of the airport with Selena behind the wheel.