Path Of The Assassin

“Let me guess,” said Harvath, setting down his empty cup, “we’re on our way to crash Hashim Nidal’s rendezvous with the Saudi.”

“Correct.”

“What do we know about the Saudi?”

“Not much, unfortunately. Our guess is that he is a potential investor in the organization.”

“Where in Libya is the meet taking place?”

Morrell took his laptop off the table, removed a large map from a cardboard tube, and unrolled it in front of them. He made a circle on the map with a blue pencil and said, “Here, on the western edge of the country. About a hundred and seventy-five miles south of an abandoned Libyan city called Ghadames.”

“In the Ubari Sand Sea?” asked Harvath, leaning in to get a better look at the map. “There’s nothing there but-”

“Sand?” said Morrell, smiling.

“Nothing but.”

“Well, it would seem that Abu Nidal’s son is a bit of an entrepreneur cum philanthropist.”

“How so?” asked Harvath, playing with his empty Styrofoam cup.

Morrell opened up his thermos and poured them both more coffee. “There seems to be a growing trend with wealthy Muslims in Libya. They foot the bill for creating oasis towns in outlying areas of the country. The town is usually named after the family and a large mosque is built, a school, gas stations, a meeting hall, maybe a hotel, tract housing for the workers who cultivate the land-”

“Yeah, but you first need water. That’s the basic building block of life in the desert.”

“Get this. The families pay for extensive government surveys to locate potential stores of water beneath the earth. When they have found one and all necessary arrangements have been made with the government, they bring in massive drilling equipment and go to work.”

“What’s in it for them?” asked Harvath, searching for a catch.

“On the surface, they claim their small oasis towns provide a better life for their poor Libyan brothers and sisters who have crowded into the country’s bigger cities looking for work. Little is mentioned of the fact that as they own the entire town, the revenue from everything from fast-food restaurants to pharmacies is quite lucrative.”

“What if they find oil while looking for water?”

“It’s a windfall for the family and the government.”

“Why haven’t the oil companies jumped all over this?”

“The Tham Oil Company has been involved in some of the joint Libyan-Egyptian oasis projects, but by and large, the chances of finding oil in a lot of the locations is a long shot at best.”

“But it’s one hell of a goodwill maneuver, especially if the Nidal family needs a place to hide. It’s not easy to harbor terrorists these days, even for an international pariah like Gadhafi.”

“You’re right, it isn’t. But he still does it. Especially when the terrorists make themselves useful to him.”

“What happened to the Indonesia angle?”

“That’s why Nidal has been so hard to track. With all of his terrorist affiliations, it’s been difficult to nail down exactly where he is. We still believe he has his hands in some goings on over there, but we now believe that he constructed this oasis town as a cover for his training camp and base of operations,” replied Morrell as he pulled out a large manila envelope.

“But how could you guys have missed that?” asked Harvath, though he was actually somewhat reluctant to rub the CIA’s nose in another screwup.

“The oasis development project is something Gadhafi has been very high profile about. We kept tabs on it, but since he wasn’t hiding anything, we figured there was nothing to hide. You can look at these yourself,” said Morrell as he spread several labeled satellite photos across the table. “It all looks exactly like what it is supposed to be-the construction of small towns in the desert.”

“What about this one? Do they all have airstrips?” said Harvath as he tapped one of the photos in front of him.

“The ones that were developed with private money from individual families had the occasional idiosyncrasies: disgustingly large houses, enormous swimming pools, luxury multistoried bungalows for guests…Our analysts got used to seeing stuff like that.”

“Yeah, but airstrips?”

“Harvath, you know as well as I do that having your own plane is a status symbol, no matter where in the world you live. It’s the ultimate representation of freedom.”

“But out of all these pictures, Nidal’s is the only oasis town with an airstrip this big. And look at all of these support buildings.”

“Unfortunately, we didn’t pick up on it until recently. We had no idea he was involved with this oasis town.”

“How could you not?”

“Because it’s all being done through another Muslim family with a different name. We had no idea he was attached. In fact, if Gadhafi was ever pressed on the issue, he could probably make a strong case that he didn’t know it either.”

“Plausible deniability.”

“Exactly.”

“But if Nidal’s so strapped for cash, why would he be pumping money into a sandy real estate development deal?”