BooksBarbecue
Back Enemy at the Gates Save as PDF
Chapters (57)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. 1
  6. 2
  7. 3
  8. 4
  9. 5
  10. 6
  11. 7
  12. 8
  13. 9
  14. 10
  15. 11
  16. 12
  17. 13
  18. 14
  19. 15
  20. 16
  21. 17
  22. 18
  23. 19
  24. 20
  25. 21
  26. 22
  27. 23
  28. 24
  29. 25
  30. 26
  31. 27
  32. 28
  33. 29
  34. 30
  35. 31
  36. 32
  37. 33
  38. 34
  39. 35
  40. 36
  41. 37
  42. 38
  43. 39
  44. 40
  45. 41
  46. 42
  47. 43
  48. 44
  49. 45
  50. 46
  51. 47
  52. 48
  53. 49
  54. EPILOGUE
  55. More from the Authors
  56. ABOUT THE AUTHORS
  57. Novels by Vince Flynn

“Yeah. This one’s fine,” he said before disconnecting the call.

“Out?” Coleman asked.

Rapp shook his head. “I don’t think he wants to talk to me on an office phone.”

In less than five seconds, a ringtone sounded and Rapp picked up. “Danny. What the hell’s going on over there?”

“Nothing good. But there are whispers about a certain SEAL you know operating in Uganda.”

“Africa’s full of crazy rumors. What about you? Do you have anyone in Uganda?”

“No, I don’t.”

This time it was the emphasis on I that was telling.

“Who does?”

“I’m not sure.”

“Guess.”

There was a brief pause over the line. “Okay. This is what I’m hearing. Nine American soldiers went into the jungle three days ago with orders to find David Chism.”

“Delta?” Rapp asked.

“I don’t think so. I’ve made a few quiet inquiries and can’t find anyone in special forces who knows anything about this. Word is that all nine men were pulled from different units, but I don’t know which ones.”

“Who’s supporting them?”

“As near as I can tell, no one.”

“Bullshit, Danny. They’re not just standing around in the woods holding their dicks.”

“Look, here’s what I can tell you. I’m not supporting them. The Ugandans sure as hell aren’t supporting them. And, according to my source in military intelligence, they aren’t supporting them. Honestly, this thing stinks to high heaven of the Agency. But now you’re telling me it’s not.”

“Who sent them, then?”

“It sounds like the orders filtered down from on high. How high I can’t say.”

“Shit,” Rapp said quietly.

“That pretty much sums it up.”

“Can you give me a way to contact them?”

“Like I told you, I can’t even give you their names.”

“Maybe you’re not trying hard enough.”

“Don’t break my balls, Mitch. There are nine men who’ve been thrown to the wolves in my backyard. I’ve done everything I can to get involved and come up empty.”

“Okay, then tell me why? What’s the point of sending them in like this?”

“I don’t know. The truth is I don’t know anything anymore. It’s all politics. I can’t take a dump without a written decree from the Oval Office.”

“That’s been going on since we got into this business, Danny.”

“No. It’s different now, Mitch. And I don’t want any part of it. At the end of the month, I’m taking my retirement and heading for the beach. If you’re smart, you’ll do the same.”

10

THE WHITE HOUSE

WASHINGTON, DC

USA

“WOULD you care to tell me what’s happening in Uganda?”

The president didn’t look up from the document he was reading, nor offer Irene Kennedy a chair. In light of that, she remained standing, as did a very nervous-looking Mike Nash.