Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Spy by Len Deighton

Author:Len Deighton [Deighton, Len]
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: Fiction, General, Mystery & Detective, Mystery, Espionage, Non-Classifiable, True Crime, Espionage & spy thriller, Foreign Language Study, Arabic
ISBN: 9780099857204
Publisher: London : Arrow, 1991.
Published: 1992-08-27T03:00:00+00:00

AMBROSE WILL TAKE LUCIUS THERE STOP YOU WILL TAKE CHARGE STOP AT

YOUR DISPOSAL LIKEWISE AMBROSE JONATHAN AND STAFFS STOP WAIT FOR

ME AND TAKE ORDERS FROM NO OTHER PERSON STOP HOLD THIS AS YOUR

AUTHORITY STOP MESSAGE PRIORITY SANDMAN OPERATION PRIORITY

PRESIDENTIAL REPEAT PRESIDENTIAL MESSAGE ENDS MANN MANN MANN

ACKNOWLEDGE 'Acknowledge?' said Jonathan.

'Is there anyone there at the other end?'

'Only the operator.'

'Acknowledge it. Then ask Langley to give us scrambled telex facilities at the airport and some back-up. What have you got here?'

'Two cars and fourteen men, but six are on three-day lay-offs.'

'Armoured cars?'

'Windshield and gas tank - the usual agency design.'

'We'll need more cars. Get a couple of your people to use their own. Don't tell Bekuv what's happening.'

'What is happening?' he asked.

'We're moving, that's what's happening.'

'You know what I think,' Jonathan said. 'I think this is an alarm. I think the Russians are going to hit this place and try snatching the professor from us.'

'Send the acknowledge.'

'You mean don't let Bekuv know until we're ready to go?'

'I mean don't let Bekuv know. You're setting up this wagon-train, and I want you to make it look really impressive. Bekuv will be travelling with me in the Stingray and we won't be anywhere near you.'

'I'll want that in writing, you know. It's dangerous. And on your own, you might have trouble getting Bekuv to move his ass.'

'I don't see why I should,' I said. 'He's going to see his missus, isn't he?'

Chapter Twenty

Incoming flights were being diverted and delayed. Planes were circling and stacked all the way from Chesapeake Bay to the Allegheny Mountains. Outgoing flights were hours behind their scheduled tunes. The terminal buildings were a noisy chaos of irate travellers but we were half a mile away, and the airport seemed very still from the service area where Mann had improvised an emergency control room. There were half a dozen phones there, constantly ringing as C.I.A. clerks lied to the press and deflected official inquiries. A quarter of a mile along the apron an Algerian Airways Ilyushin jet was parked. It was surrounded by service vehicles, and men were topping up its kerosene, pumping its sewage, loading hundreds of plastic meals, respooling its movies, generating its electricity, removing its baggage and loading its freight I delivered Bekuv to a C.I. A. man and went into Mann's makeshift office.

Mann was making monosyllabic noises into a phone when I went into the room. 'What's going on?' I said.

He indicated a chair and, when he'd hung up the phone, he said, 'Gerry Hart is out there, with a Colt Combat Magnum in one hand and Senator Greenwood's necktie in the other.'

'You're kidding.'

'Yeah, I'm kidding - it's only a Centennial Airweight' We watched a jumbo lumber past us round the perimeter.

'You made him run then.'

He gave me a sour smile. 'He's taking the four o'clock direct flight to Algiers, and I do mean taking it. He wants the Bekuvs with him, and he's threatening to blow Greenwood's head off if they are not delivered to him.'

'You're going to hand them over?"

'I'm not going to call his bluff.

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