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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{60) IN S E ARCH OF ENEMIES<br />
the man home, only to learn the hard way that he was a friend<br />
<strong>of</strong> George Costello. Costello had arranged his contract and was<br />
determined to keep him in Luanda at all costs.<br />
I was getting an idea <strong>of</strong> what life would be like, running the<br />
Angolan Task Force.<br />
As for the physical space for the task force, the desks, telephones,<br />
typewriters, safes, and the people to man it, Costello told me to see<br />
the chief <strong>of</strong> support. But as I left Costello's <strong>of</strong>fice, he fired a parting<br />
shot-"Don't spend a lot <strong>of</strong> time worrying about desks and people.<br />
Just keep writing answers to those cables."<br />
I scarcely knew the chief <strong>of</strong> support 1<br />
who had been brought to the<br />
division by Potts while I was in Vietnam. He was a sallow chap it<br />
turned out-a GS 15 bucking for promotion in a GS 16 job. He had<br />
spent most <strong>of</strong> his career in the Middle East, where Potts had known<br />
him for many years.<br />
"They're not ready yet," he snapped, when I asked where my<br />
<strong>of</strong>fices were to be. "We're working on it. Don't worry about it.<br />
You're going to have a beautiful vault, but it'll be a few days. These<br />
things take time." His voice became belligerent: "You just got back<br />
from a long leave so don't start bitching at me about your <strong>of</strong>fice space<br />
already!" He had a fat man's wheeze, compounded by the large cigar<br />
he was trying to chew while he yelled.<br />
"No problem. But I've got to have a place to sit now." I held up<br />
the cables.<br />
"You go over to Horn and Central. They've got lots <strong>of</strong> room.<br />
They'll find a place for you." Horn and Central was the branch<br />
which handled Central Africa, including Angola.<br />
But Horn and Central knew how to play the space game. They<br />
tried to send me back to the chief <strong>of</strong> support and when I balked, I<br />
was waved vaguely toward the outer fringes <strong>of</strong> the branch. They were<br />
overcrowded, the Hom and Central chief said, but maybe someone<br />
was on leave, or something.<br />
I stood in the middle <strong>of</strong> the Horn and Central <strong>of</strong>fices with the<br />
cables in my hand and reflected. No one was on leave. Secretaries<br />
shouldn't be displaced because <strong>of</strong> their typewriters and supplies.<br />
Reports <strong>of</strong>ficers tended to be surrounded by their own special<br />
files and also were nearly always overworked. <strong>In</strong> a corner was an<br />
<strong>of</strong>ficer I had once replaced overseas, years ago. He had never<br />
been overworked a day in his life that I knew <strong>of</strong>, but he was a<br />
section chief. Behind the next partition was a young <strong>of</strong>ficer who