Secret Sanction by Brian Haig

Author:Brian Haig
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Tags: War stories, Legal, Fiction, Sean (Fictitious character), War & Military, Conspiracies, Drummond, Adventure, War crime trials, Legal stories, Atrocities, Thriller, Americans - Kosovo (Republic), Fiction - Espionage, Kosovo (Republic) - History - 1980-2008, Thrillers, Kosovo War, Courts-martial and courts of inquiry, Americans, Trials (Military offenses), 1998-1999, Kosovo (Serbia)
ISBN: 9780446611817
Publisher: Warner Vision
Published: 2002-04-01T05:00:00+00:00

I said, "Very nice to meet you, Miss Smith. I assume you work with Mr. Jones?"

"That's correct. I'm his administrative assistant."

"Well," I said, "welcome to Tuzla."

"Oh, thanks," she said with that same shiny smile. Apparently Miss Smith also had just arrived from Washington.

"So where do we go?" I asked.

"Here, follow me."

She led us to the back of the small office and, voila, there was a set of steep stairs that took us down into an underground compound.

Like a good tour guide, she talked as we walked. "We had this constructed underground because we had to shield the walls with lead lining. Modern microwave listening devices allow a sophisticated eavesdropper to read everything that passes through a computer. We, of course, have the most modern, shielded computers, but we still like to play it safe and get as much protection as we can."

"That's very smart of you," I said, then mumbled, "like wearing two Trojans when you make love."

"Yes, well, it's expensive, but it's worth it."

"And what kind of strange things do you all do in this special facility?"

I was staring at the back of her blond head and couldn't see her expression, but she didn't answer for a very long moment. "Mostly target analysis for bombing," she finally informed me, although she didn't sound all that sure.

"Do you control any assets?"

"None that I know of."

We had now reached the basement floor, and I sped up to walk beside her as she led us down a long, narrow passageway.

"That's odd," I remarked. "Someone. . . maybe it was Mr. Jones, mentioned that the U-2s are controlled from this facility."

"Oh, yes, of course that's right. I'm sorry, I'm just an administrative assistant. I'm really not the person to ask about these things."

"Au contraire. You've been very helpful," I said, and she smiled at that, too. Miss Smith smiled a lot, I noticed. And she lied a lot, too.

We had reached another large metal door, and she deftly flicked a plastic card through a doorlock, then pushed open the door. Mr. Jones was seated at the end of a long table, coffee cup in hand. He had traded in his dark suit and tie for more casual garb. In fact, he was dressed much like Berkowitz had been, duck-shooting vest and all. To me, he looked pompous, but like I said, he was a handsome guy with a lot of muscles. He stood up and walked around the conference table, while I introduced Delbert and Morrow.

Jones did a quick, automatic handshake with Delbert, then a long, lingering, smiley one with Morrow. I might've been imagining things, but when he said "nice to meet ya" to her, it sounded like it came from the bottom of his heart, or maybe it was from somewhere closer to his groin. Whichever.

Then he looked over at me, and I was instantly reminded that we seemed to instinctively dislike each other.

"You mentioned you wanted to see the raw footage, Major. What we've got are thermals taken from seven hundred and fifty miles up.

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