"I don't want any deaths on my conscience," Aideen replied flatly.
Seronga seemed to accept that. He looked around as if he were searching for answers, for inspiration.
"They must be using helicopters," he said after a moment. "Jets would have trouble spotting them through the trees."
"Can't they land?" Aideen asked.
"Not if they think we are still in the swamp," Battat said. "There's nowhere to set down."
"What if they know Dhamballa has left?" Aideen asked.
"We can still scatter and hide if we have to," Seronga told her. "And we can fire back. My soldiers are accustomed to working in small groups as well as independently."
"Something just occurred to me," Maria said. "What if the Spaniards are going in first?"
Seronga looked at her. So did Aideen.
"Explain yourself," Seronga said.
"We have to assume the Spanish soldiers were also given this information," Maria said. "In that case, they may not be coming here. They might have been picked up at the Maun airfield."
"You're right. The Spaniards could have leapfrogged over us," Aideen said. "By now they might have reached the camp, infiltrated it, and rescued Father Bradbury."
"Wouldn't Mike have told us if something like that were going on?" Battat asked.
"Probably, if he knew," Aideen said.
"The Spanish are not very open about the conducting of military maneuvers," Maria told him. "In Spain, separatist factions could use that information to plan acts of terror."
Seronga came toward Maria with the gun. "Get in the Jeep, all of you," he said urgently.
"Why?" Battat asked.
"We are going to join my group," Seronga said.
"Like hell-" Battat said.
"Now!" Seronga yelled. "I don't care whether you three are here officially or not. You are now my hostages. Your government will be informed. That will buy us time."
"I have a better idea," Aideen said.
"I don't have time to debate!" Seronga said.
"You're doing all the talking," Aideen yelled back. "Mr. Seronga, I need my phone."
"What are you going to do?" the Brush Viper asked.
"I'm going to call my people and ask them to put out fake Intel," Aideen replied. "Something that will stall the Botswanans."
"What kind of information?" Seronga asked.
"I don't know," Aideen told him. "I'll figure it out. Look, you're wasting time. Whatever I do cannot be worse than what's already happening," the woman pointed out.
Seronga hesitated, but only for a moment. He handed her the phone. "Make your call from the Jeep. I'm returning to the truck. I want to be with my people as soon as possible."
Aideen looked at Battat. She could not see him well. But she could see him shifting his weight slightly from foot to foot. She could not decide if he were going to go along with this or try to disarm Seronga.
But there was one decision Aideen could make. She turned and strode toward the Jeep. "I'm going to join the Vodunists," she announced.
Battat hesitated.
So did Maria, but only for a moment. She followed Aideen. She stopped as she passed Battat.
"Aideen is right," Maria said. "If Op-Center c3h delay the attack, we might find a way to stop this. If we leave, many will die." She cocked her head toward the sniper on the truck. "Including us, perhaps."
Maria continued toward the Jeep. She grabbed the roll bar, hopped over the door, and sat in the backseat. "Are you corning?" she asked Battat.
Battat glared at the truck.
Aideen had already reached the Jeep. She punched in the number of the embassy in Gaborone and was looking back. She saw Seronga lower his pistol and walk toward the truck. It was a gesture, nothing more, since the man in the truck still probably had his rifle trained on them. But it was a smart move.
Battat finally turned and walked toward the Jeep. Maria sat on the back passenger's-side seat, her head on the roll bar support. Her eyes were shut. Aideen was holding the phone to her ear. The night operator at the embassy had answered. Aideen had asked to be put through to Terminal 82401. While the woman waited to be connected, Battat climbed behind the wheel.
"It needed to be said," Battat told her defensively.
"You needed to say it," Aideen replied.
"All right. I needed it," Battat said in a harsh whisper. "I don't know if I agree with what you're doing. If we do stay with Seronga, we cannot afford to be identified. You understand that."
"I do," Aideen told him.
"Then why don't you stay out here?" Maria asked. "We'll send someone to get you."
"Because it isn't a question of my own security," Battat snapped. "We're in this deeper than we were ever supposed to be. We don't have the approval of the Congressional Intelligence Oversight Committee. Or the president. We're cornpletely exposed, and the repercussions for Op-Center could be disastrous. Especially if we're caught helping rebels."
"You are right," Maria replied. "But this work, our work, is about risk. I don't mean just physical danger but political fallout. The United States will survive whatever we do. My primary concern is about the people who may not survive if we abandon them."
"That's why I'm going with you," Battat said. "If I'm going to do the wrong thing, I want to do it for the right reasons."
Aideen was not sure she agreed this was wrong. But she did not have time to think about it.
A moment later, Mike Rodgers was on the line.
Chapter Fifty-five
Not long after Bob Herbert got off the phone with Hotchkiss at the Vatican mission bookstore, Edgar Kline called Paul Hood. Kline did so not because Bob Herbert had effectively threatened to kill him. He did it, he said, because he did not want to do what Hood and Herbert had done. Edgar Kline said that he wanted to tell the truth.
Mike Rodgers, Bob Herbert, and Paul Hood had remained in Hood's office after contacting the Vatican mission. They were seated around the desk when the call came through. The Op-Center director put Kline on speakerphone.
"Edgar-it's Paul," Hood said. "Bob and Mike are here as well."
"I got your message, Bob," Kline said.
"Good, you prick."
"Edgar, we all seem to be pressed for time," Hood said. "What's going on?"
"I'm sorry, but I was not at liberty to reveal what was happening," he said. "We did not want it to get back to Seronga. Someone there might have told one of your field personnel-"
"My feelings aren't hurt, and explanations don't matter now," Hood said. "Just tell me where we are."
"Father Bradbury managed to get a cell phone and call the archdiocese in Cape Town," he said. "During the brief call, Bradbury described the general direction and duration of their trip, as well as descriptions of the site itself. There was enough detail to give the Botswana military a good idea where Dhamballa is located. He was afraid to stay on the phone any longer for fear that Dhamballa would notice the phone was missing or see the on light on the console. The decision to go in after him was that of the Botswanans, not ours," Kline added.
"What if Dhamballa was not responsible for the death of the bishop?" Hood asked.
"Dhamballa cannot prove he wasn't involved in that," Kline said.
"Buy us the time to check," Hood suggested.
"Paul, I wish I could," Kline said. "If it were up to us, we would let the Unidod Especial handle this. All we want from this is the safe return of Father Bradbury and a restoration of order in Botswana."
"Edgar," Herbert interjected, "while you're busy coming clean, where are the Spanish soldiers?"
"I can't tell you that," Kline said.
"So much for trust," Herbert said.
"I'm being truthful," Kline said. "But that doesn't mean I'm at liberty to reveal everything."