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.’McNutt nodded enthusiastically.‘Be careful,’ Cobb added.‘With the explosion so fresh, gathering intelligence on anything right now is going to be messy.Stay off the radar.And I mean way, way off.’McNutt looked at Garcia and held out his hand.‘You have another one of those encrypted phones?’‘In the command center.There should be another one sitting on the chart table.’McNutt looked back at Cobb as he backpedaled out of the room.‘I’ll be above deck if you need me.’As the only one left, Garcia was anxious to do his part.‘Jack, how can I help?’‘I need you to work on that symbol.We need to know if it’s just a random piece of art or if it has a specific meaning.Check body art forums, image databases, and so on.Call Tom Hanks if that’s what it takes.I saw him work this shit out in a movie.Just find out what that design means.Okay?’Garcia smiled at Cobb’s attempt at humor.‘Okay.’‘Hector, one more thing.If you figure out what it means, don’t tell anyone but me.Not Jean-Marc, not Josh, and not Sarah.You tell me, and only me.’ He paused.His look told Garcia that he wasn’t joking.‘Nod if you follow what I’m saying.’Garcia nodded slowly.‘Good.’‘Jack, I need to ask one more thing.’‘Go ahead.’‘Josh mentioned “friendly mercenaries”.I’ve never heard that term before.Is that a real thing?’Cobb smiled.‘It must be.You’re looking at one.’* * *Cobb dropped the throttle and listened to the roar of the twin Mercury outboard motors.At a combined six hundred horsepower, the thrust of the engines sent the skiff rocketing across the water.Cobb stood at the helm and let the warm sea air wash over him.He glanced at Sarah.‘What’s wrong?’It was hard for her to grasp that she had been in the speedboat before.Nothing looked familiar.She didn’t recognize a single thing from her last ride.Of course, the last time she had ridden mainly on the floor, covered in her own foamy vomit and still reeling from the explosion.On this trip, her vantage point was considerably different.‘Nothing,’ she answered.‘I’m just thinking about Garcia’s mouth.’He looked at her with a mix of surprise and confusion.‘Is there something you want to tell me?’She laughed.‘Actually, it’s the other way around.There’s something you need to tell me.’‘What’s that?’‘What good does it do to tell Simon only part of what we’ve learned? Why not give him the whole picture?’Cobb nodded.He knew he owed her an explanation.‘I’m not saying we won’t eventually get there, but we need to know a few more things before that happens.This conversation isn’t about telling him anything.It’s about asking what he already knows.’‘Knows about what?’Cobb reached into his cargo pocket and pulled out an envelope.He handed it to Sarah without saying a word.She eagerly opened it and rifled through the photos inside.‘Garcia pulled those images from my flashlight,’ he explained.She could identify the man in the picture, but only because Cobb had already informed her of his presence in the tunnels.Otherwise, she never would have recognized the man who had chased her from the tavern.His face was that badly disfigured.‘Damn,’ she said as she studied the image.‘They sliced him up, then left him to die.This wasn’t quick, and it was meant to be painful.’‘Yes,’ Cobb agreed.‘So why was he tortured?’‘Better question – why was he following us?’Sarah read between the lines.This was why they were meeting with Dade.‘Let me see if I got this straight,’ she said, trying to put the pieces together in her mind.‘The goons were following me because of Simon?’Cobb shrugged but said nothing.‘Why would they think that I could lead them to Simon? Just because we met for a drink doesn’t mean we were working together.’‘Well, it doesn’t mean that you weren’t working together,’ he replied.‘Think about it.All they saw was you and Simon running away.It leaves a lot to the imagination.’‘Yeah, but—’‘Unless.’‘Unless what?’‘What makes you think that we were leading them to Simon? Given everything I know, I’d say there’s a much better chance that Simon led them to us.’Sarah stared at him.‘I don’t believe that for a second.’And yet Cobb could see the uncertainty welling up inside her.Her nostrils flared [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.’McNutt nodded enthusiastically.‘Be careful,’ Cobb added.‘With the explosion so fresh, gathering intelligence on anything right now is going to be messy.Stay off the radar.And I mean way, way off.’McNutt looked at Garcia and held out his hand.‘You have another one of those encrypted phones?’‘In the command center.There should be another one sitting on the chart table.’McNutt looked back at Cobb as he backpedaled out of the room.‘I’ll be above deck if you need me.’As the only one left, Garcia was anxious to do his part.‘Jack, how can I help?’‘I need you to work on that symbol.We need to know if it’s just a random piece of art or if it has a specific meaning.Check body art forums, image databases, and so on.Call Tom Hanks if that’s what it takes.I saw him work this shit out in a movie.Just find out what that design means.Okay?’Garcia smiled at Cobb’s attempt at humor.‘Okay.’‘Hector, one more thing.If you figure out what it means, don’t tell anyone but me.Not Jean-Marc, not Josh, and not Sarah.You tell me, and only me.’ He paused.His look told Garcia that he wasn’t joking.‘Nod if you follow what I’m saying.’Garcia nodded slowly.‘Good.’‘Jack, I need to ask one more thing.’‘Go ahead.’‘Josh mentioned “friendly mercenaries”.I’ve never heard that term before.Is that a real thing?’Cobb smiled.‘It must be.You’re looking at one.’* * *Cobb dropped the throttle and listened to the roar of the twin Mercury outboard motors.At a combined six hundred horsepower, the thrust of the engines sent the skiff rocketing across the water.Cobb stood at the helm and let the warm sea air wash over him.He glanced at Sarah.‘What’s wrong?’It was hard for her to grasp that she had been in the speedboat before.Nothing looked familiar.She didn’t recognize a single thing from her last ride.Of course, the last time she had ridden mainly on the floor, covered in her own foamy vomit and still reeling from the explosion.On this trip, her vantage point was considerably different.‘Nothing,’ she answered.‘I’m just thinking about Garcia’s mouth.’He looked at her with a mix of surprise and confusion.‘Is there something you want to tell me?’She laughed.‘Actually, it’s the other way around.There’s something you need to tell me.’‘What’s that?’‘What good does it do to tell Simon only part of what we’ve learned? Why not give him the whole picture?’Cobb nodded.He knew he owed her an explanation.‘I’m not saying we won’t eventually get there, but we need to know a few more things before that happens.This conversation isn’t about telling him anything.It’s about asking what he already knows.’‘Knows about what?’Cobb reached into his cargo pocket and pulled out an envelope.He handed it to Sarah without saying a word.She eagerly opened it and rifled through the photos inside.‘Garcia pulled those images from my flashlight,’ he explained.She could identify the man in the picture, but only because Cobb had already informed her of his presence in the tunnels.Otherwise, she never would have recognized the man who had chased her from the tavern.His face was that badly disfigured.‘Damn,’ she said as she studied the image.‘They sliced him up, then left him to die.This wasn’t quick, and it was meant to be painful.’‘Yes,’ Cobb agreed.‘So why was he tortured?’‘Better question – why was he following us?’Sarah read between the lines.This was why they were meeting with Dade.‘Let me see if I got this straight,’ she said, trying to put the pieces together in her mind.‘The goons were following me because of Simon?’Cobb shrugged but said nothing.‘Why would they think that I could lead them to Simon? Just because we met for a drink doesn’t mean we were working together.’‘Well, it doesn’t mean that you weren’t working together,’ he replied.‘Think about it.All they saw was you and Simon running away.It leaves a lot to the imagination.’‘Yeah, but—’‘Unless.’‘Unless what?’‘What makes you think that we were leading them to Simon? Given everything I know, I’d say there’s a much better chance that Simon led them to us.’Sarah stared at him.‘I don’t believe that for a second.’And yet Cobb could see the uncertainty welling up inside her.Her nostrils flared [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]