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cyber team, under Aaron Kurtzman’s direction, were giving all their assistance to the combat teams. They were also working around the clock, using every skill they possessed and searching electronically for any clue, small as it might be, that could point them in the direction of the man overseeing Hand of Allah.
Kurtzman was fully aware of the importance of the operation. He always gave one hundred percent to any Stony Man search. Without any kind of overt command he made it clear to his team how he expected them to push even harder than usual. It was to Kurtzman’s credit that his people responded without exception, pushing themselves as hard as he did himself.
Stony Man had an unwritten declaration that came with the territory, and it was behind everything they did; for all of them it was to give everything they had to every assignment. Their missions were always on the edge, looking into the abyss. Failure would lead to deadly results. Their scope of operations was endless because the enemies they faced were legion. Stony Man undertook missions that were beyond the reach of regular security agencies due to rules of engagement, interagency overlaps and even information leaks.
Stony Man, through Phoenix Force, Able Team and even Mack Bolan, had no agency connections. The SOG was responsible, on a daily basis, to Hal Brognola. Above Brognola was the single figure of the SOG’s commander—the President of the United States. They deferred to him alone. In essence they were his last line of defense—his ultrasecret weapon—charged with stepping in when there was nowhere else for the Man to go.
Since its inception, Stony Man had been under the cloak of the presidency. With each new Commander in Chief, the baton had been passed along. Each new President had been told by his predecessor of the SOG’s existence, and the mantle of responsibility had been transferred. Given the state of the world, the existing threats and the possible future threats to the nation, each newcomer to the Oval Office had acknowledged the need for such a group. As each new President settled into his office and was updated by Brognola, it soon became clear to the man in charge that Stony Man was a vital weapon in America’s fight to survive. Although the President was at a distance from the Stony Man teams, he realized just how much they put into their missions, how many times they risked their lives and how many times they pulled the country back from the brink. All arguments aside, the President’s covert teams had a place in the ongoing struggle to maintain America’s security. And that struggle required, on occasion, that they fight down and dirty when the enemy dictated the terms of combat.
Aaron Kurtzman and his team were more than aware of the need to get down to ground level in order to assist the teams. Kurtzman would sanction anything to gain information. He had no qualms when it came to breaching other security agencies for intel. He understood the paranoia that gripped these agencies when they were in possession of data they claimed as their own, refusing to pass it along to sister agencies because it might weaken their own dominance. Interagency rivalry became paramount. Career building and personal grandstanding could withhold vital information, and the bickering that was tied to these matters often blocked progress.
Aaron Kurtzman used the cyber team’s combined skills to override these failings. His people were the best of the best. Unchallenged experts in the use of cyber tactics, they could, and would, bypass firewalls and encrypted systems to reach in and filter out data. Kurtzman and Akira Tokaido, the young systems wizard, devised and perfected the most intrusive programs in existence. They used them to worm their way through the most sophisticated computer shields to take what they needed, all without the knowledge of the breached systems.
Deeply immersed in the cyber universe, Kurtzman’s personnel increased their knowledge with every mission. Kurtzman understood the complexities of the electronic war he was fighting—and a war it was—and he devoted his waking hours to overcoming the challenges thrown Stony Man’s way. His cyber team’s reach extended across the globe, using any and all databases they breached. Electronic chatter filled cyberspace with a continuous flow. It never stopped. Day or night, filling the void with talk and information, the ceaseless river of human verbiage was there for the taking. It required specialized equipment and trained people to filter out the small snatches of useful information. Stony Man’s team were such people. In their hands such snippets of information could open up a channel that might provide the link they needed to bring them closer to a current enemy.
It was such dedication that enabled Kurtzman’s team to isolate a seemingly innocuous cell phone call and expand it into something useful.
Through the investigative skills of the cyber team, Shaia Kerim’s background biography had been established, giving the SOG a basis of fact. Kerim moved back and forth between Yemen and the States, his position in the Yemeni cultural administration allowing him access to museums and art galleries. His credentials were impressive. On the surface he was a moderate Muslim, his status as a mediator well-known. Now he had been identified as a Hand of Allah follower by Stony Man, his position had shifted. A probe into his past had uncovered his knowledge of the French language, attained during three years as a student in Paris. It also came out that he frequented a mosque in New York. The frequency of his visits gave Phoenix Force a way to allow James to make contact. It was a risk the warrior was willing to take.
Using his wide skills, Hunt Wethers worked on the bio information he had created for “Ibrahim Hammid,” aka Calvin James. Using his fertile imagination he came up with a plausible set of facts and figures, cleverly manipulated photo images and even background details on Hammid’s dead parents. The information was inserted into a number of databases to authenticate Hammid’s existence. With the same expertise, he built and inserted the details of Calvin James’s alter ego into the national criminal databases, knowing that Hand of Allah would check up on him if he made a worthwhile contact.
“We already have everything in motion,” Kurtzman said. “New identity. Family background. Paperwork. End of today we’ll have Cal vanish and Ibrahim Hammid will take his place.”
Price nodded. “Cover job and place to stay is already up and running. Background department has worked some heavy string-pulling to get this online. Cal, you’re only going to have a few days to get into character. Learn your back history so it’s word perfect and natural.” She peered along the table at James’s face. “That stubble and the longer hair is coming along fine. By the time you hit the streets you’ll look the part. We just need to outfit you in some hand-me-down clothes.”
“No problem,” James said. “David is going to lend me some of his.”
“And this is the bum who expects us to cover his arse out there,” McCarter said.
A crackle of laughter circled the table until Brognola held up his hand.
“Okay, let’s work on specifics. Able Team is all ready to work on the domestic scene. The information we were handed suggests Hand of Allah is negotiating the purchase of weapons to be brought into the country for use in this upcoming campaign. Intel we have points to the border country in the Southwest. Most likely coming up through Central America and into New Mexico. Our problem is the lack of real information. The who and where. The difficulty along that stretch of country is the groups already involved in trafficking drugs, people and guns.”
“Carl will sniff ’em out,” Hawkins said.
“I hope so,” Brognola said.
“David, if Calvin gets in with Hand of Allah and they move him to the training camp in Yemen, you guys will need to be on a following flight. I don’t want him out there on his own. The President has authorized a standby plane to take you across to Yemen so you can get yourselves embedded in Sana’a. The only solid piece of luck we have is that the Hand of Allah camp is believed to be around fifty miles across the border from Oman. That will give you somewhere to evacuate to if needed.”
“Aaron, give us what you have and we’ll move,” Carl Lyons said. “Anything. A name. Location. Something for us to work with.”
“We’ve been monitoring cell phone and email chatter. Using Echelon and the Zero station,” Kurtzman said. “Sifting through all that stuff is like looking for a particular grain of sand on a beach.”
Blancanales grinned. “Go ahead and tell us