In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
In Search of Enemies - A CIA Story - John Stockwell
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Disengagement [243]<br />
while the F-27 was on the ground at Gago Coutinho, having<br />
<strong>of</strong>floaded food and other supplies, the MIGs arrived. Each fired one<br />
rocket on the first pass; one <strong>of</strong> them exploded under the right wing<br />
<strong>of</strong> the F-27, and the other a few meters in front. The pilot and copilot,<br />
who were in the plane, received minor wounds. As the MIGs made<br />
their second pass, one <strong>of</strong> the French Hoods armed and fired an SA-7<br />
rocket. It malfunctioned and plunged back to earth. A second rocket<br />
spiraled into the sky, missing the jet. Direct hits destroyed the F-27.<br />
After several more passes at the airport <strong>of</strong> Gago Coutinho, the<br />
MIGs turned to attack the small column <strong>of</strong> vehicles fleeing to Ninda.<br />
forty-five kilometers to the south. A rescue operation was quickly<br />
mounted and the pilots were evacuated from Ninda to Runtu, South<br />
West Africa. The French Hoods went with them and made their way<br />
back to France; twenty-two had eventually been sent into Angola at<br />
a cost <strong>of</strong> over s500,ooo; two had been killed in action. Savimbi<br />
disappeared into the Angolan bush. The <strong>CIA</strong> could have no further<br />
contact with him because the European couple had also panicked<br />
and fled with the French Hoods.<br />
On the task force, the consensus was that St. Martin might be<br />
disciplined for disobeying orders and losing the plane. The <strong>CIA</strong> was<br />
now liable for a great deal more money than he could include in his<br />
monthly accountings, and Congress was angrily examining IAFEA<br />
TURE. Worse yet, Jim Potts, St. Martin's tolerant supervisor at headquarters,<br />
was away on a trip. Nelson and Colby had retired. The new<br />
director was not a member <strong>of</strong> the club. St. Martin seemed to be in<br />
a bit <strong>of</strong> a jam. Carl Bantam could not conceal his satisfaction as he<br />
drafted the first <strong>of</strong> a series <strong>of</strong> cables which would bring his escapades<br />
to a halt.<br />
Betting began. Would St. Martin find a way out? I hedged. Certainly<br />
he seemed to be completely boxed in, skewered by his own fine<br />
hand, but in every previous confrontation he had proven more than<br />
a match for headquarters. Even without Potts's presence you could<br />
not rule out the possibility that he would find some way to wriggle<br />
<strong>of</strong>f the hook.<br />
He made it look easy. A cable from Kinshasa ad vised us that<br />
Mobutu was extremely upset about the loss <strong>of</strong> his plane and was<br />
demanding s2 million dollars in restitution, or that the F-27 be<br />
replaced by a Boeing 737 jetliner (costing approximately s15 million).<br />
St. Martin, headquarters, and Mobutu knew a replacement for the