The First Commandment

CHAPTER 29

It seemed an odd request at first, but Harvath wasn’t the world’s fastest typist either, and Morgan had assured him that they wouldn’t be putting themselves at risk.

With his headset on and a nod from Morgan that it was safe to proceed, Harvath said, “Okay, I’m here.”

“Agent Harvath, how nice to hear your voice,” replied the Troll over their encrypted voice-chat link.

“Yours too. It’s a lot deeper than I expected.”

The Troll laughed. “All the better to prevent you from building an accurate voiceprint of me. That Echelon listening program your government has is quite good, you know.”

Harvath tried to place the man’s accent. He spoke the Queen’s English with an exceptional British accent, but there was something beneath it. Czech, maybe? Or was it Russian? Harvath spoke passable Russian and knew many native Russian speakers. This man sounded more like he came from outside mother Russia proper. Perhaps Georgia.

That fact notwithstanding, Harvath still had no desire to make small talk, so he got to the point. “Your last transmission said you had something for me. What is it?”

“Through a couple of sources I still have access to, I was able to secure a list of names. Four, to be exact,” lied the Troll. “All released en masse from the U.S. naval detention facility at Guantanamo Bay.”

“And why would I be interested in them?” asked Harvath.

The Troll paused for effect and then said, “Because one of those men is the person you’re looking for.”

Harvath looked at Finney, Parker, and Morgan, who were all quietly listening in on the exchange. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

The Troll laughed. “As it turns out, Agent Harvath, there is quite a bit your government is keeping from you. Quite a bit they do not wish for you, or anyone else, for that matter, to find out.”

“Like what?” asked Harvath.

“Like the fact that these four men released from Guantanamo were very nefarious characters. All of them bona fide terrorists with multiple confirmed kills against American soldiers, as well as intelligence operatives and private contractors.”

A million questions raced through Harvath’s mind, not the least of which was why the hell four bona fide terrorists would have been released. It didn’t make any sense. “Your information must be off.”

“I thought so too at first,” replied the Troll. “But there’s more. The four men had their blood tainted with a radioactive isotope shortly before they were released. It was part of a top-secret project your government uses occasionally to track operatives who are going into dangerous areas, as well as prisoners it wants to release back into the wild.”

At that moment, a series of realizations began crashing down upon Harvath.

“The only problem,” continued the Troll, “was that whoever sent the plane to pick the men up knew about the top-secret program. The aircraft had been outfitted with equipment capable of conducting full blood transfusions.”

As Harvath tried to focus his mind, he asked, “How do you know all this?”

“It was part of a report filed after your government lost track of these four men when the plane landed overseas. Containers with their tainted blood were taken in four different directions and discarded. They were eventually recovered by the Central Intelligence Agency.”

“I still don’t see what this has to do with—”

“The blood painted above your doorway,” interrupted the Troll with impatience, “it contained the same unique radioisotope used on the four men released from Guantanamo.”