Tom Clancy – Op Center 5 – Balance Of Power

It made no sense; none at all. Clinging to a job that by its very nature left you alone, cut off from your family and often cut off from subordinates.

Maybe that’s why he felt drawn to Maria’s situation. She was alone too.

No, Hood wouldn’t forget the mission. And he wouldn’t forget what Mike Rodgers had been too respectful to point out: that the Strikers had lives and loved ones, just like Maria.

But Hood also couldn’t forget Martha Mackall.

And he’d be damned if he did nothing while another unarmed colleague faced danger in the bloody streets of Madrid.

TWENTY-EIGHT Tuesday, 8:36 a.m. Madrid, Spain Maria followed the young captain into the corridor, confident that she could trust the officer to bring her to Amadori. Neither the captain nor the general had anything to gain by tricking her. They had to be curious about the information she said she possessed. And if he didn’t trust her, he wouldn’t be in front of her.

He’d be behind her, with a gun.

Nonetheless, she was startled by the relative ease with which she’d been able to bully the captain.

Either he was inexperienced or far more clever than she gave him credit for.

He turned to the left. Maria stopped.

“I thought we were going to see the general,” she said.

“We are,” the captain replied. He extended his arm down the hallway-away from the Hall of Halberdiers.

“Isn’t he in the throne room?” she asked.

“The throne room?” The captain laughed loudly.

“Wouldn’t that be somewhat presumptuous?” “I don’t know,” she replied. “Isn’t being in this palace somewhat presumptuous?”‘” “Not when the king returns to Madrid and we need to protect him,” the captain said. “We intend to secure both of the royal palaces.” “But there were guards-was “Protecting the chamber from the prisoners.” The captain bowed his head in the direction of his outstretched hand. “The general is in the state dining room with his advisors.” Maria looked at him. She didn’t believe him.

She didn’t know why; she just didn’t.

“But the question is not where the general is located,” the captain continued. “The question is whether you have something to tell him or not. Are you coming, Senorita Comeja?” Maria looked down. For now, she had no choice but to do what she was told. “I’m coming,” she said, and walked toward the captain.

The officer turned and strode briskly along the brightly lit corridor, and then around the corner.

Maria walked a little slower, remaining several steps behind him. Other soldiers moved quickly along the corridor. Some of them had prisoners, others were on field phones. A few were carrying computer equipment into rooms. None of them was paying her any attention.

This didn’t feel right but Maria had to play it out.

Yes, she was coming-but not without precautions.

“Would you like a cigarette?” she asked the captain.

She was already reaching into the breast pocket of her blouse. She removed the pack and took one of the cigarettes out. She tore a match from the book of matches.

“Thank you, no,” said the captain. “Actually, we’d appreciate it if you didn’t smoke here. So many treasures. A careless flick-was “I understand,” she said.

The captain had said exactly what Maria had expected him to say. She began to replace the pack but first palmed the cigarette. Because the captain was facing forward he didn’t see her poke the match into the tobacco of the palmed cigarette. Then she put the cigarette down the front of her pants, into the crotch, and put the pack back in her blouse pocket.

Now, at least, she had a weapon.

The state dining room was on the other side of the music room overlooking the Plaza Incognita.

On the other side of the plaza was the Campo del Moro, the Camp of the Moors. The park marked the site where the troops of the powerful emir All bin-Yusuf camped in the eleventh century during the Moorish attempt to conquer Spain.

They reached the door of the music room and the captain knocked. He looked at Maria and smiled. She reached his side but she didn’t return his smile.

The door opened.

The captain extended a hand inside. “After you,” he said.

Maria took a step toward it and looked in.

The windowless room was dark and it took a moment for her eyes to adjust. Something moved toward her from the shadows to the right. She backed away only to bump into the captain, who was standing directly and solidly behind her. Suddenly, he pushed her inside. At the same time, two pairs of hands grabbed her forearms.

She was pulled off her feet and landed facedown on the floor. Boots were planted firmly on her shoulder blades.

A light came on, casting a soft amber glow throughout the room. Maria looked out at a pastoral mural as a third set of hands groped her legs, waist, arms, and chest, searching for concealed weapons.

Her belt and watch were removed and they took the pack of cigarettes.

When the search was finished, the extra set of hands suddenly pulled back on Maria’s hair. The tug was rough and she found herself looking up. With her shoulders pushed down and her head drawn back, the pain in her neck was intense.

The captain walked over and looked down at her.

He smirked and put the hard heel of his boot against her forehead. He leaned into it and her head went back further.

“You asked me if I were sure I would get the information in time,” the captain said. He grinned cruelly. “Yes, senorita.

I am sure. Just as I am certain that many of the people we’ve brought to the palace will be purged from the system. Just as I am sure that we will win. A new nation isn’t born without blood, sacrifice, and one thing more: willingness. The willingness to do whatever is necessary to get what you want.” Maria’s vocal cord strained against the tightening flesh of her throat. Thick cables of pain twisted along her body from the front of her ears to the small of her back.

“I could snap your neck,” the captain said, “but then you would die and that wouldn’t help me. Instead, I will give you five minutes to reflect on the situation and then tell me what you know. If you talk, you will remain our guest but you will be unharmed.

If you choose not to talk, I will leave you to these fine men. Believe me, senorita.

They are very good at what they do.” The captain released her forehead. Maria gagged horribly as her throat relaxed. The pain in her back was replaced by a cool, tingling sensation up and down her spine. She swallowed hard and tried to move, but the men were still standing on her back.

The captain looked at the men. ” “Let her taste some of what she can expect,” he said. “Then maybe she will think differently.” As he backed away, Maria felt the boots lifted from her shoulders. She was hoisted up by the arms. As she was getting her footing a fist was driven hard into her belly. She doubled over, the air rushing from her lungs. Her legs went out from under her but the men held her up. One of them grabbed her hair from behind, pulled her erect, and she was punched again. Maria actually felt the contours of the fist against the small of her back. Her legs wobbled like ribbon and she moaned loudly. The next blow came up from under her chin. Fortunately, her tongue wasn’t between her teeth as they clacked loudly and painfully. After a second blow, which knocked her head toward the right, her lower jaw hung down. She felt blood and saliva roll along her extended tongue.

The men released her and she dropped to the floor. She landed on her back with her arms splayed and her knees raised. Slowly, her bent legs rolled to the right.

Maria didn’t hurt; she knew that the pain would come later. But she felt utterly spent, the way she did when she bicycled up a hill and had no strength left in her limbs. Yet as weak as she was she forced herself to open her eyes and look at the men.

She wanted to see where they wore their guns.

They were all right-handed. That would make things easier.

The soldiers stepped into the hallway, splitting up her cigarettes. They shut the door and turned off the light. She knew this drill: break the body and then leave the shocked, disoriented mind a few minutes alone to contemplate mortality.

Instead, she forced her trembling hand down the front of her jeans. She found the cigarette and she drew it out. She rolled onto her side and peeled the paper away to get at the match. It was a trick she’d come up with years before when she worked undercover.

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