The Sum of All Fears.pdf - Delta Force

'No names, just these frames from Athens. Fair skin, dark hair, well-groomed.
Haircut's right, hairline is right.' He checked the descriptive data on the
license and passport. 'Height, little guy, build – it fits, Pat.'
'I agree, I agree about eighty percent worth, man. Who's the Legal Attaché in
Mexico City?'
'Bernie Montgomery – shit! he's in town to meet with Bill.'
'Try Langley?'
'Yeah.' Murray lifted his CIA line. 'Where's Ryan?'
***
'Right here, Dan. What gives?'
'We have something. First, a guy named Marvin Russell, Sioux Indian, member of
the Warrior Society, he dropped out of sight last year, somewhere in Europe, we
thought. He turned up with his throat cut in Denver today. There were two people
with him, they flew out. One, we have a picture but no name. The other may be
Ismael Qati.'
That bastard! 'Where are they?'
'We think they're aboard an American Airlines flight from Miami to Mexico City,
first-class tickets, about an hour out from the terminal.'
'And you think there's a connection?'
'A vehicle registered to Marvin Russell, a/k/a Robert Friend of Roggen,
Colorado, was on the stadium grounds. We have fake IDs from two people, probably
Qati and the unknown subject, recovered from the murder scene. There's plenty
enough to arrest on suspicion of murder.'
Yeah, Jack thought. Had the situation not been so horrible, Ryan would have
laughed at that. 'Murder, eh? You going to try and make the arrest?'
'Unless you have a better idea.'
Ryan was quiet for a moment. 'Maybe I do. Hold on for a minute.' He lifted
another phone and dialed the United States Embassy in Mexico City. 'This is Ryan
calling for the Station Chief. Tony? Jack Ryan here. Is Clark still there? Good,
put him on.'
'Jesus, Jack, what the hell is – ' Ryan cut him off.
'Shut up, John. I have something for you to do. We have two people coming in to
the airport there on an American flight from Miami, due in about an hour. We'll
fax you the photos in a few minutes. We think they might be involved in this.'
'So, it's a terrorist gig?'
'Best thing we have, John. We want those two, and we want them fast.'
'Might be a problem from the local cops, Jack,' Clark warned. 'I can't exactly
have a shoot-out down here.'
'Is the ambassador in?'
'I think so.'
'Transfer me over and stand by.'
'Right.'
'Ambassador's office,' a female voice said.
'This is CIA Headquarters, and I need the ambassador right now!'
'Surely.' The secretary was a cool one, Ryan thought.
'Yeah, what is it?'
'Mr Ambassador, this is Jack Ryan, Deputy Director of CIA – '