“David?” Clark turned to Dave Peled, their Israeli technogenius.
“It can be done. I expect the technology exists already at NSA or elsewhere.”
“What about Israel?” Noonan asked pointedly.
“Well . . . yes, we have such things.”
“Get them,” Clark ordered. “Want me to call Avi personally?”
“That would help.”
“Okay, I need the name and specifications of the equipment: How hard to train the operators?”
“Not very,” Peled conceded. “Tim can do it easily.”
Thank you for that vote of confidence, Special Agent Noonan thought, without a smile. “Back to the takedown,” Clark commanded. “Ding, what were you thinking?”
Chavez leaned forward in his chair. He wasn’t just defending himself; he was defending his team. “Mainly that I didn’t want to lose a hostage, John. Doc told us we had to take those two seriously, and we had a hard deadline coming up. Okay, the mission as I understand it is not to lose a hostage. So, when they made it clear they wanted the chopper for transport, it was just a matter of giving it to them, with a little extra put in. Dieter and Homer did their jobs perfectly. So did Eddie and the rest of the shooters. The dangerous part was getting Louis and George up to the house so they could take down the last bunch. They did a nice ninja job getting there unseen,” Chavez went on, gesturing to Loiselle and Tomlinson. “That was the most dangerous part of the mission. We had them in a light-well and the camo stuff worked. If the bad guys had been using NVGs, that would have been a problem, -but the additional illumination off the trees-from the lights the cops brought in, I mean-would have interfered with that. NVGs flare a lot if you throw light their way. It was a gamble;” Ding admitted, “but it was a gamble that looked better than having a hostage whacked right in front of us while we were jerking off at the assembly point. That’s the mission, Mr. C, and I was the commander on the scene. I made the call.” He didn’t add that his call had worked.
“I see. Well, good shooting from everybody, and Loiselle and Tomlinson did very well, to get close undetected,” Alistair Stanley said from his place, opposite Clark’s: “Even so-”
“Even so, we need helicopters for a case like this one. How the hell did we overlook that requirement?” Chavez demanded.
“My fault, Domingo,” Clark admitted. “I’m going to call in on that today.’:
“Just so we get it fixed, man.” Ding stretched in his seat. “My troops got it done, John. Crummy setup, but we got it done: Next time, be better if things went a little smoother,” he cones. “But when the doc tells me that the bad guys will rally kill somebody, that tells me I have to take decisive action, doesn’t it?”
“Depending on the situation, yes,” Stanley answered the question.
“Al, what does that mean?” Chavez asked sharply. “We need better mission guidelines. I need to have it spelled out. When can I allow a hostage to get killed? Does the age or sex of the hostage enter into the equation? What if somebody takes over a kindergarten or a hospital maternity ward? You can’t expect us to disregard human factors like that. Okay, I understand that yon can’t plan for every possibility, and as the commanders on the scene, Peter and I have to exercise judgment,. but my default position is to prevent the death of a hostage if I can do it. If that means taking risks-well, it’s a probability measured against a certainty, isn’t it? In a case like that, you take the risk, don’t you?”
“Dr. Bellow,” Clark asked, “how confident were you in your evaluation of the terrorists’ state of mind?”
“Very. They were experienced. They’d thought through a lot of the mission, and in my opinion they were dead serious about killing hostages to show us their resolve,” the psychiatrist replied.
“Then or now?”
“Both,” Bellow said confidently. “These two were political sociopaths. Human life doesn’t mean much to that sort of personality. Just poker chips to toss around the table.”
“Okay, but what if they’d spotted Loiselle and Tomlinson coming in?”
“They would probably have killed a hostage and that would have frozen the situation for a few minutes.”
“And my backup plan in that case was to rush the house from the east side and shoot our way in as quickly as possible,” Chavez went on. “The better way is to zipline down from some choppers and hit the place like a Kansas tornado. That’s dangerous, too,” he conceded. “But the people we’re dealing with ain’t the most reasonable folks in the world, are they?”
The senior team members didn’t like this sort of discussion, since it reminded them that as good as the Rainbow troopers were, they weren’t gods or supermen. They’d now had two incidents, both of them resolved without a civilian casualty. That made for mental complacency on the command side, further exacerbated by the fact that Team-2 had done a picture-perfect takedown under adverse tactical circumstances. They. trained their men to be supermen, Olympic-perfect physical specimens, supremely trained in the use of firearms and explosives, and most of all, mentally prepared for the rapid destruction of human life.
The Team-2 members sitting around the table looked at Clark with neutral expressions, taking it all in with remarkable equanimity because they’d known last night that the plan was flawed and dangerous, but they’d brought it off anyway, and they were understandably proud of themselves for having done the difficult and saved their hostages. But Clark was questioning the capabilities of their team leader, and they didn’t like that either. For the former SAS members among them, the reply to all this was simple, their old regimental motto: Who Dares, Wins. They’d- dared and won. And the score for them was Christians ten, Lions nil, which wasn’t a bad score at all. About the only unhappy member of the team was First Sergeant Julio Vega. “Oso” corned the machine gun, which had yet to come into play. The longriflemen, Vega saw, were feeling pretty good about themselves, as were the light-weapons guys. But those were the breaks. He’d bean there, a few meters from Weber, ready to cover if a bad guy had gotten lucky and managed to run away, firing his weapon. He’d have cut him in half with his M-GO—his pistol work in the base range was one of the best. There was killing going on, and he wasn’t getting to play. The religious part of Vega reproached the rest of him for thinking that way, which caused a few grumbles and chuckles when lie was alone.
“So, where does that live us?” Chavez asked. “What are our operations guidelines in the case where a hostage is likely to get killed by the bad guys?”
“The mission remains saving the hostages, where practicable,” Clark replied, after a few seconds’ thought.
“And the team leader on the scene decides what’s practicable and what isn’t?”
“Correct,” Rainbow Six confirmed.
“So, we’re right back where we started, John,” Ding pointed out. “And that means that Peter and I get all the responsibility, and all the criticism if somebody else doesn’t like what we’ve done.” He paused. “I understand the responsibility that comes along with being in command in the field, but it would be nice to have something a little firmer to fall back on, y’know? Mistakes will happen out there sooner or later. We know it. We don’t like it, but we know it. Anyway, I’m telling you here and now, John, I see the mission as the preservation of innocent life, and that’s the side I’m going to come down on.”
“I agree with Chavez,” Peter Covington said. “That must be our default position.”
“I never said it wasn’t,” Clark said, suddenly becoming angry. The problem was that there could well be situations in which it was not possible to save a life – but training for such a situation was somewhere between extremely difficult and damned near impossible, because all the terrorist incidents they’d have to deal with in the field would be as different as the terrorists and the sites they selected. So, he had to trust Chavez and Covington. Beyond that, he could set up training scenarios that forced them to think and act, in the hope that the practice would stand them in good stead in the field. It had been a lot easier as a field officer in the CIA, Clark thought. There he had always had the initiative, had almost always chosen the time and place of action to suit himself. Rainbow; however, was always reactive, responding to the initiative of others. That simple fact was why he had to train his people so hard, so that their expertise could correct the tactical inequity. And that had worked twice. But would it continue to work?