Chapter 11 Chapter Nine With God

The drive to the campus took Jr. thirty-five minutes, listening to the morning news all the way because, like his father, he didn't like pop music.To this day, for the resemblance between him and his father, John.Patrick.Wren II has always felt a little troubled, but also a little fascinated.When he was a teenager, he tried to get rid of it, trying to establish himself, not like his conformist father.However, when he went to college, somehow, he slowly turned back, and he didn't even notice the process of change.He felt that he was just doing something reasonable, like dating some girls who might be his future wife, although he had never found the perfect girl, and when it came to this, he often unconsciously He took his mother as a model.What annoys him is that the teachers in Georgetown often say that a tiger father has no dog son.At the beginning, he was a little bit resistant to this statement.Afterwards, he reminded himself, his father wasn't that bad, and there were many worse.Even at a university as conservative as Georgetown, with its Jesuit tradition and strict scholarship regime, he had seen many rebels.Some students even staged scenes against their parents. I really don't know what kind of bastard would do such a thing.No matter how rigid and old-fashioned his father was, he was a pretty good dad as far as dad was concerned.His father never acted authoritarian, instead letting him go his own way and choose his own direction.Is it because trusting him will never be a problem?Little Jack wondered.No, it is not.If his father was that scheming, little Jack would definitely see it.

There were tons of them in the newspapers and the popular press, considering the conspiracy, and his father had even joked more than once about asking the Marines around him to paint his private helicopter black.Maybe it was just a joke, thought Young Jack.However, Mike, who can be said to be his father's doppelganger.Brennon, who used to be asked by Little Jack all day long, and many of the questions were about conspiracy.When he knew, the US Secret Service believed 100% that it was Lee.Harvey.Oswald assassinated John.Kennedy, and when he committed the crime alone, he was absolutely disappointed.As early as in their private high school in Beltsville, a suburb of Washington, Little Jack had taken and even used a gun of the same model as the one that killed the former president, a 6.5mm caliber gun. , Mannlicher|Carcano Rifle, had been fully briefed on that case too; if the conspirators' business had not been so hot and commercial, he would not have wanted to know such things to satisfy his curiosity.The Secret Service's determination was completely contrary to what he believed.Mike.Brynon even once suggested that Jack Jr.'s father, a former CIA officer, was the ultimate beneficiary of a conspiracy that had been going on for at least 50 years to give the CIA control over the government.Yes, you are right.Like the Trilateral Commission, or the Masonic World Medal, and those invented characters by novelists.From his father and Mike.From Brynon's place, he had heard many stories about the CIA, but few of them boasted about the capabilities of this federal unit.The unit is quite capable, but not at all omnipotent as Hollywood portrays it to be.But Hollywood may also believe that Roger Rabbit is real.Then again, the rabbit made a lot of money, didn't it?No, the CIA has several serious weaknesses.

And the park is to make up for these weaknesses?That's a good question.Fuck it, thought Little Jack, turning onto Route 29, maybe the conspiracy theorists were right after all.His inner answer to this question was to sneer and add a grimace. No, the park is not like that at all.Not at all like James.SPECTRE from the old Pound movies, or THRUSH from the UNCLE series reruns on the nightly nostalgia channel ), is the kind of organization that pretends to be the embodiment of justice.All a conspiracy theory needs is the ability of large groups of people to shut themselves up, and Mike told him so many times that bad guys just can't shut themselves up.There's everyone in federal prisons except blind and deaf people.Mike has said this many times, but criminals just don't get it, idiots.

Even the people he's after have that problem, even though they're supposed to be smart and very motivated, and those people think so themselves.But no, they are no match for the bad guys in the movies.They need someone to talk to, and talking is what fails them.He kind of wonders if it's because people who do bad things just want to show off to others, or is it that on some evil event these people agree with each other, they need affirmation of how well they've done it?These guys look like Muslims on the surface, but they are a different kind of Muslim.Both he and his father knew Prince Ali of Saudi Arabia. He was a good man. He gave Dad a sword, and Dad's Secret Service code name was derived from this sword.To this day, Prince Ali visits Little Jack's house at least once a year.In the country of Saudi Arabia, once you make friends with them, they will be the most loyal people in the world to you.Of course, it helps a little if you're an ex-president.Otherwise, as far as his own situation is concerned, even though he is the son of the previous president, he now has to forge his own way in the dark world.

How the hell is dad going to react to this?he wondered.Must be furious.Where's mom?She will be really upset.Just thinking about it made him laugh as he turned the car left.But mom doesn't need to find out the truth. For her and grandpa, it's enough to use Handley's company as a cover.But that trick didn't work with Dad, the man who helped build the place.Little Jack slid the car into parking space 127, thinking to himself, after all, the park isn't that big, and it's not that omnipotent, is it?At least with the number of people here less than 150, there is no such way.He locked the car and walked in, thinking to himself, how tiresome it is to have to go to work every morning.But no matter who you are, there is always a starting point for your career.

Like most people, he went to the back door of the building, and there was a security and receptionist sitting there, and this guy was Ernie.Chambers, former 1st Chief of the 1st Infantry Division, if you didn't notice his strong shoulders and hard black eyes, you'd see the infantry badge on his blue tunic.After the first Persian Gulf War, he was transferred from infantry to military police. It seems that whether he is law enforcement or directing traffic, he should be meticulous and efficient, Little Jack thought.He greeted him. Hey Mr. Wren. Good morning, Ernie. All goes well, sir.To those who have been in the military, everyone is an officer.

They arrived outside Juarez two hours earlier than scheduled, where the van turned into a vehicle rest stop where it was parked with four other vehicles and four other vans parked behind them. Several vehicles will follow them all the way to the US border.The passengers in the car woke up from their sleep and stumbled into the cold air to stretch their muscles and bones. I'm here to part with you, sir.The driver told Mustafa that the man standing next to the tan Ford Trailblazer will take you down.God be with you, friend.He said goodbye in Spanish in the most affectionate way possible. Mustafa walked over and found a tall man in a cowboy hat.The man doesn't look very clean, the mustache should have been trimmed long ago.Hello, my name is Pedro, and I'll take you the rest of the way.Four of you are going to ride in my car, right?

Mustafa nodded: That's right. There are water bottles in the truck, you may want to bring something to eat, and the small shop has everything you want.He gestured towards the building with his hand.Mustafa went to buy some food, and his companions did as well.Ten minutes later, they got into the car and drove out. They go west, basically take the No. 2 highway.It didn't take long for the convoy to split up, no longer marching in formation as it had at the beginning.There were four cars in all, all large American-made SUVs, each covered in a thick layer of dust to keep them from looking new.The sun rose on the horizon behind them, casting the convoy's shadow across the khaki ground.

Pedro seemed to have finished his lines at the rest stop, and at this point he was silent, hiccupping occasionally, and smoking cigarette after cigarette.He tuned the radio to an AM station and hummed to the Spanish music that was playing.The Arabs all sat quietly in their cars. hey tonyLittle Jack said hello, and his colleague was already sitting in front of the workstation. well enough.Wells responded. Any hot news this morning? It hasn't been there since yesterday, and Langley was discussing adding manpower to our friend Fayed. Will they? You guessed it like I thought, the Bahrain station master said he needed a little more manpower to do it, and those bastards in charge of personnel affairs at Langley's side are probably playing football with each other right now.

My dad used to say that the government was actually run by a bunch of accountants and lawyers. That's not too much of him, brother.Although only God knows Ed.Which one is Kilt.What does your dad think of him? Can't stand that shit at all.He will not speak publicly about the new government, saying that would be wrong.But if you bring up that guy at dinner, you're going to go home splashed with wine.It's really fun.Dad hated politics, but he did try to keep his cool, but the guy still wouldn't be on his list of friends to send Christmas cards to.In any case, Dad always kept silent and never talked about it with any reporter.Mike.Brynon told me that the Secret Service didn't like the new guy either.Still, they had to like him.

Careers always have a price to pay.Wells agreed. At this moment, Jack Jr. turned on his computer and reviewed the communications between Langley and Fort Meade the night before, which were somewhat surprising in number compared to their content.It seems that his new friend Shari Our Shari had dinner with someone yesterday.Jack said loudly. With whom?Wells asked. Brit doesn't know yet, obviously Middle Eastern, about twenty-eight years old, kind of like that with a little bit all over the chin, a narrow beard, and a moustache, we don't have that guy record.They talked in Arabic, but no one on our side was close enough to overhear. Where did they eat? A tavern called Hanged, Drowned, and Camped on High Tower Hill, right next to the financial district.Sally drank Perria, his friend drank beer, and the two of them ate a British countryman's lunch together.They are often in the corner, no matter who is following the prison, it is difficult to approach or eavesdrop on them. So, they want to keep their privacy, which doesn't mean they are bad people.Did the Brit keep an eye on him? No.I mean, they only use one person to follow Shari. possible.Wells agreed. But it said they took a picture of this new guy, but it wasn't included in this report. It may be taken by some MI5, that is, MI|Five guy, and it may be a newcomer.They don't think Shali is very important, not important enough to follow the prison comprehensively.Moreover, no intelligence unit has all the manpower they need.Is there anything else? There were some money transactions that afternoon, all of which seemed ordinary.Little Jack said, scrolling through the screen to look at the records of those transactions.I'm looking for something trivial and harmless, he reminded himself.Most of the time, things that are so small as to be insignificant are really both insignificant and harmless.Shali transfers money around every day, both large and small.Since he's in the wealth preservation business, there's very little guesswork involved, and most of his investment deals are in real estate.London, or the UK as a whole, is a great place to keep your cash, and property prices have remained high and fairly stable.If you buy something, it may not rise too much, but it will not fall to a crash, so Shali's father uses this method to let the children practice their skills, but he will not let him really face the big wind and waves.How much is Shari's personal liquid assets?Judging from the fact that he paid the prostitutes with cash, expensive handbags, he must have had his own source of money.Maybe not too much, but not too much by Saudi standards may not be too much to everyone else.Having said that, that kid was indeed driving an Ashton.Martin's sports car, and he doesn't live in a ghetto so How can I tell if Shari is trading with his family's money or his own? You can't help it.We think he kept the two accounts very close together, both well hidden and not too far apart.The moment you have the best chance is to see how his quarterly financial report to the family is done. Little Jack groaned: Oh, great, it will take me several days to add up those transactions and then analyze them. Now you know why you're not a real accountant, Jr. Jack.Wells suppressed a laugh. Little Jack was so angry that he almost yelled at him, but there was only one way to get the job done, and it was his own job, wasn't it?At first, he tried to see if there was any off-the-shelf software that would make the job easier.No.All he needed was fourth-grade arithmetic plus a keen sense of smell, and it was so much fun!At least by the time he's finished, he's likely to be proficient at using the number keys on the right side of the computer keyboard.Anyway, there is still something to look forward to!Why doesn't the park employ several accountants who monitor these records? They left Route 2 and turned onto a dirt road that wound north.Judging from the tire marks left, this road has been used frequently, and some tire marks are recent.The terrain in this area has some rolling hills, but the main line of the Rocky Mountains is far to the west, so far away that he can't see it at all. The air here is a little thinner than he is used to, and it is very hot to walk.He wondered how far it was, and how close they were to the American border.He heard that although there are guards guarding the border between the United States and Mexico, it is not very tight.The Americans were potentially deadly in some respects, but infantile in others.Mustafa and his companions hope to avoid the deadly parts and make the most of the vulnerable parts.Around eleven o'clock in the morning, he saw a large van parked in the distance, and their SUV was driving in the direction of the truck.As they got closer, they saw that the truck was empty and the red rear door was open.The Ford Trailblazer stopped within a hundred meters of the truck, and Pedro turned off the engine and got out. Here we are, my friends.Hope you guys are ready to walk, he announced. All four of them got out of the car, stretched their muscles as before, and looked around.After the other three vans stopped and let their passengers out, another individual walked towards them. Hello, Pedro.The new Mexican greets the convoy leader's driver, clearly old friends. Hello, Ricardo, these are the people who are going to America. Hello.He shook hands with the first four people one by one. My name is Ricardo, and I am your guide. What?asked Mustafa. It's just a title, I take people across the border and make some money.Of course you have to collect money this time, but someone has already paid. how far? ten kilometers.It takes a while to walk.He said lightly that the terrain on the road is probably like this, if you see a snake, just move away a little.It won't chase you.But if you come within a meter, it may attack you and kill you.Other than that, there is nothing to be afraid of.If you see a helicopter, get down on the ground and don't move.The borders of the United States are not strictly guarded, and strangely, they are not as tightly guarded during the day as at night.But we still have to be careful. what is that? Thirty people in that truck, he said, pointing to the big truck they saw when they came up, and they'd go first, walk west of us.If anyone gets caught, they must be the ones who get caught first. How long will it take? three hours.If you're in good shape, it's less than three hours.Do you have water ready? We know the desert well.Mustafa confirmed to the other party. You decide.Then we're off, my friend, come with me.After speaking, Li Cardo started to walk north.He was dressed in khakis all over, with an S-shaped belt that looked like a military one, with three water bottles hanging on it, a military binoculars, and a military sun visor.Although his boots were well worn, the gait was firm and efficient, not too fast and not too slow, just enough for him to cover the distance efficiently.They followed Li Cardo in a single file, so that if someone followed them, they would not know their number.Mustafa was at the front, about five meters behind their leader. Three hundred yards from the plantation was a pistol range, an outdoor range with steel targets, the same set used at the FBI academy, round human heads, About the size of a human head.When hit, these targets click rather loudly and then fall backwards just like a real person would.Dominique was obviously good at this, and Bryan explained that the Marines didn't pay much attention to pistol performance, while the FBI paid special attention to this aspect because they believed that anyone should be able to use a shoulder-fired weapon accurately.The younger brother from the FBI uses the Weaver method of shooting with two-handed guns, while the older brother in the Marine Corps shoots with one hand straight upright, which is the way the military trains officers and soldiers. Hey Aldo, that just makes yourself a good target.Dominique Warner. Oh, is it?Bryan fired three shots and got a satisfying triple click, and it's hard to aim like that when you get shot one, man. Well, what about the so-called one-shot kill a man bullshit?Anything worth shooting at is worth two or three shots. How many times did you shoot that scum in Alabama?Brian asked. Three shots, I don't want to take any chances.Dominic explained. That's what you said, brother.Let me try your smith. Dominique emptied the chamber before handing it over, unloaded the magazine and separated from the gun.Brian fired a few test shots empty to get used to the feel of the gun, then fired a few more with the magazine loaded.His first shot hit the head target with a click, and so did the second shot. The third shot missed the target, but a third of a second later, his fourth shot hit the target again.Brian handed the gun back to Dominique and said: It feels different to get started.he explained. You will get used to it.Dominic assured him. Thanks, I still like the extra six rounds in the magazine. I think it's your personal preference. Then again, what about those one-shots to the head?Brian wondered. Yes, use a sniper rifle, which is the most reliable one-shot kill tool, and there is no way to use a pistol. When you can kill a guy with a hit to the head from fifteen yards, Pete.Alexander replied, just a decent talent, but as far as I know, that's the best way to end the controversy. Where did you come from.Dominic asked. You're not scanning all sides, Operator Caruso.Remember, even Adolf.Hitler had friends, didn't they teach you that in Quantico? Well, that's right.Dominique admits with some shame. When your primary target is down, scan the area in case he has friends nearby.If you don't, you'll be out of the way, or you'll be doing both. Do you mean run away?Brian asked. Don't run away unless you're being targeted.You should leave the scene in the least suspicious way possible.You can walk into a bookstore, buy a book, or have a cup of coffee or something.You have to make your own decisions based on the situation at the time, but don't forget your purpose.Your purpose is to always leave the immediate area as quickly as the situation allows.Move too fast and people will notice you.Move too slowly and people may remember seeing you close to your goal.They'll never report someone they didn't notice, so you do one of those two things.The clothes you wear to work, the way you behave in the field, the way you walk, the way you think, all need to be carefully designed to make you invisible.Alexander told the two. That said, Pete, what you're saying is when we go and kill those people that's why we're here for training, Brian said calmly, you want us to be able to get things done and be able to quietly Get out of the way so we can get out of here unscathed. Do you wish to be arrested?Alexander asked. No, but the best way to kill someone is to shoot him straight in the head with a good rifle from two hundred meters away.This trick works every time. But what if we wanted to kill him, but didn't want anyone to know he was killed?asked the trainer. What the hell is going on with your words? Be patient, kid, and learn one thing at a time. There were only remnants of some form of wall, and Ricardo just walked over there, through a large hole that didn't look like it had been dug recently.The pillars of the wall had been painted dark green, but most of them had rusted away, and the main body of the wall was in even worse condition.The guide walked another fifty meters, found a big rock, sat down, lit a cigarette, and drank water from the kettle.This was the first time he had stopped to rest. The road ahead was not difficult at all, and he had obviously walked it many times.Unbeknownst to Mustafa and his friends, he had taken hundreds of people across the border by this same route, and he had only been caught once; It hurt his self-esteem a little bit.That time he refunded the money he had collected because he was an honorable guide.Mustafa walked towards him. How is your friend?Li Cardo asked. Not too much effort.Mustafa replied, and I didn't see any snakes either. There are not many in this area, and people usually shoot snakes with guns, or throw stones at snakes.Nobody cared much about those snakes. Are those snakes dangerous?I mean, if it happens. Unless you're a fool, it's unlikely you'll die even then.You'll be sick for a few days, that's all, but it will make walking painful.We'll wait here for a few minutes, we're ahead of schedule.Oh yes, welcome to America, my friend. Is it just a fence?Mustafa asked in surprise. Yankees are rich, yes; smart, yes; but also lazy.My countrymen wouldn't want to be there if the Yankees weren't too lazy to do certain jobs. So, how many people have you smuggled into the United States? are you talking about me?Thousands.There are thousands of people.This job has made me a lot of money.I have a nice house and six other guides working for me.Yankees are more worried about people smuggling drugs across the border, so I'm not in that business.Not worth the trouble.But I put two of my guys on the business, you know, and they paid generously. which drug?asked Mustafa. The kind that will make me money.He grinned and took another sip from the jug. When Abdullah approached, Mustafa turned to look at him. I thought it was going to be a tough ride.Mustafa's deputy said thoughtfully. Only urbanites would find it hard. Licardo replied, this is my world, and I was born in the desert. Me too.Abdullah thought, what a day of physical and mental well-being.Better than sitting in the back of a truck, he didn't say the rest of the sentence. Licardo lit another Xingang cigarette, he liked menthol cigarettes, and it felt smoother in his throat when he smoked it.It will be another month, maybe two more, and it will be really hot by then, and wise men will pack enough water before they go on the road.In the August heat wave, someone would die here from lack of water, but none of the people I brought had it, because I would make sure everyone brought enough water.Nature is neither kind nor merciful when it comes to such things.The guide said thoughtfully.Before he was done walking the distance, he knew there was a place where he could grab a few beers before driving east to El Paso.Via El Paso, he'd return to his comfortable home in Asunción, far from the border so he wouldn't be bothered by would-be immigrants who would steal anything they might need while smuggling.He kind of wondered how much those guys would steal over the Yankees, but that's none of his business, right?He got up after smoking his cigarette.Go another three kilometers, my friend. Mustafa and his friends formed a single file again and began trekking north.Is it only three kilometers away?In their hometown, even the road to the bus station is farther than this. Typing numbers into the number pad is like running naked through a cactus garden. It's no fun.Little Jack was the kind of guy who needed the brainstorming that some people might find in auditing the books of accounts, but he wasn't that kind of guy. It's boring, huh?Wells asked. super.Little Jack called back to confirm. Let's put it this way, that is the reality of collecting and processing intelligence information.Even when you come across something exciting, it's boring. Well, unless you're interested in tracking down a fox that's especially good at hiding, then those things are kind of interesting.It's not as much fun as staring at your target while out on a field mission.However, I have never done field work. Neither has my dad.Little Jack thought. Depends on which side of the story you are reading.Your dad just gets to the heart of things sometimes, and I'm sure he doesn't like it that much.Has he ever talked to you about this? No, never.I don't even think my mom knows much.Let’s put it this way, except for the submarine incident, but most of what I know about that incident is from books or other places.I asked my dad once, and all he said was: Do you believe everything you read in the paper?Even when the Russian Gerasimov came on, Dad just grunted. In Langley, people said of him that he was the king of the intelligence agents, keeping all the secrets, as he should.He worked mostly on the seventh floor, and I never had the chance to go up there myself. Maybe you can tell me something. like what? Gerasimov, Nikolai.Gerasimov.Is he really the head of the National Security Council?Did my dad really drag him out of Moscow? Wells hesitated for a while, he really couldn't avoid this question.Yeah, he was chairman of the National Security Council, and yes, your dad made him defect. real or fake?How on earth did my dad make this happen? That's a long story, and your security level doesn't let you know it yet. So, why did he want to expose dad's information? Because he was a reluctant defector, and it was your father who forced him to flee.After your dad became president, he wanted to take revenge on your dad.But, you know, Gerasimov talks, maybe not like your average defector, but he still talks.He's under the witness protection program now, and every once in a while, they still bring him in to make him say something more.The ones you catch will never tell everything at once, so you have to go to them every once in a while.It also makes them feel important, usually enough to get them to talk a little more.He wasn't happy here, but he couldn't go home either, and the Russians would have shot him.Russians have never really condoned treason, well, we are no different.So, he lives in this country under the protection of the federal government.Last I heard, he started playing golf.His daughter had married into some well-off family in Virginia, and was now an American, but her father would never die a happy man.He wanted the leadership of the Soviet Union, I mean, he really wanted that position, and your dad blew that chance and he was locked out forever.This makes Nicholas still resentful to this day. Oh my god. What's new about Shari?Wells asked, bringing the subject back to reality. Some small money, you know, 50,000 here, 80,000 there.Pounds, not dollars, went into accounts I don't know exactly.He spends between £2,000 and £8,000 a week, and probably thinks that's little money. Where did the cash come from?Wells asked. Not sure, Tony.I'm guessing he took it from the family's account, maybe two percent, which he can claim as an expense.It wasn't enough to alert his dad that he was stealing money from the family's account.I wonder what would happen if they found out?Little Jack guessed. They won't cut off his hands, they may do something worse, like cut off his money source.When did you ever see this guy earn his living? Do you mean real work?Little Jack laughed twice and said, somehow, I don't think it's possible.He stayed in that fat spot for too long, and it made him sink deeper and deeper.I've been to London so many times, it's hard to imagine how someone with no work experience can survive there. Wells started humming how you could keep them on the farm after they'd seen Paris. Little Jack's face turned red suddenly.Look, Tony, yes, I know I was born rich, but my dad kept staring at me and telling me to go out and work in the summer, and I even worked two months on a construction site, which made me Mike.The job gets harder for Brynon and his pals.But my dad wanted me to know what a real job was.I hated it at first, but looking back on those days, I think it might have been a good thing.Mr. Sally has never done any of that, I mean I could live on a grassroots job in the real world if I had to.It was much harder for this guy to do that kind of adaptation. Well, how much unexplained money, I mean total? Maybe two hundred thousand pounds, count him three hundred thousand dollars.I'm not entirely sure of the number yet, it's not a big deal. How long will it take you to find out? At the current speed?Gosh, maybe a week with any luck.It's like tracking a car during rush hour in New York City, you know? Keep doing it, it's never going to be easy or interesting. Yes, sir.He had learned the phrase from the Marines at the White House, and they even said it to him sometimes, until his father found out and ordered it banned.Little Jack turned back to his computer, took all his real notes on white lined note paper because it was easier for him, and then transferred those notes to a separate computer file each afternoon.As he took his notes, he noticed that Wells had left their cubicle and gone upstairs. This kid has roots of wisdom.Wells told Rick on the top floor.Bell. oh?It's too early for a rookie to have any results, no matter who his father is, Bell thought to himself. I put him in charge of a living in London, called Uda.Bing.The case of the Saudi young man in Shari, a guy who handles money for the family.The Brits were watching him, either hard or because he called someone they were interested in. Then what? Little Jack found hundreds of thousands of pounds of inexplicable money. How sure?Bell asked. We need to monitor him on a regular basis, but, you know, the kid has that sense of right. Find Dave.Cunningham?He's a forensic accountant who joined the park after leaving the Justice Department's organized crime unit.Dave, in his late sixties and with a legendary acumen for numbers, was mostly used by the park's trading desk for traditional tasks.He could make a ton of money on Wall Street if he wanted to, but he just loved bringing bad guys to justice for a living.在園區裡，他能夠做這件事一直到超過政府規定的退休年齡很久以後。 我也會挑戴夫來。威爾斯同意了。 好吧，那就把傑克的電腦檔案複製到戴夫那邊，看看結果怎麼樣。 我沒問題，瑞克。你看過國安局昨天的監聽報告嗎？ 有啊，我注意到了。貝爾回答且抬起頭看著他。三天前，在各政府情報單位感興趣的情報來源間往來的訊息降低了百分之十七，其中有兩個被特別注意的來源幾乎完全停止通訊。如果有哪個軍事單位的無線電通訊發生這種事的話，通常就意味著那是真正行動前的沉默，這種事常會讓負責通訊情報的人緊張萬分。大部分時候，什麼事情都沒有，不過是任務裡的偶發狀況罷了，但這種事也會發展成某些事件過，所以才會讓那些通訊情報員忙亂好一陣子。 Any thoughts?Wells asked. 貝爾搖搖頭，我十年前就已經不再迷信了。 顯然威爾斯不是這樣，瑞克，該我們上場了，早就該我們上場了。 我知道你的意思，但我們沒辦法用這些玩意兒來讓這個地方運作。 瑞克，這就像坐在棒球賽現場一樣。打個比方，球員休息區的位置，但你還是不能想上場就上場。 上場幹什麼？幹掉主審裁判嗎？Bell asked. 不，那傢伙只是準備要投出觸身球。 耐心點，東尼，耐心一點。 還真是該學著點狗屁美德，不是嗎？不論他的經驗有多豐富，威爾斯從來就沒學到這一點。 你覺得你已經很有耐性了嗎？那葛瑞怎麼辦？ 是啊，瑞克，我知道。他站起身說，回頭見，老兄。 他們連一個人、一輛車、一架直升機都沒見到，這裡根本沒有什麼有價值的東西。沒有原油、沒有黃金，連銅礦都沒有。根本就沒什麼值得去守護的東西。這段路走起來只是讓他們更健康一點而已。一路上只見到矮小的灌木叢，還有些發育不良的樹、一些輪胎痕跡，但沒有哪個痕跡是最近的留下的。美國的這個角落可能可以和沙烏地阿拉伯的空曠地帶相比擬，就算是最吃苦耐勞的沙漠駱駝，都覺得這地方的狀況嚴苛到家了。 當他們站上一個小丘，見到另外五輛車停在那邊，旁邊站著幾個人正在聊著天，顯然這段路走完了。 啊，李卡度說，他們也提早抵達。marvelous.他可以丟下這些陰沉的外國人，繼續去做自己的事情了。他停下腳步，等他的客戶跟上來。 這就是我們的目的地？穆斯塔法問，語氣裡帶著點期待。這段路走起來很輕鬆，遠比他們預期中的容易多了。 那是我朋友，他們會帶你們到拉斯克魯斯，你們可以從那裡繼續你們計畫中的旅程。 And you?穆斯塔法問。 我回家，回到家人身邊。李卡度答道。這夠簡單了吧？也許這傢伙沒有家？ 剩下的路程只花了十分鐘，李卡度在和他帶的這批人握過手後，上了帶頭的那輛休旅車。這批人儘管滿懷戒心，但還算友善。要帶他們從這裡入境可能會較困難，但是因為在加州和亞利桑那州偷渡非法移民的情況要嚴重多了，所以美國邊境巡邏隊把大部分人力都擺在那裡。美國佬通常都是哪裡有洞就補哪裡，也許跟世界上其他人沒什麼兩樣，仍算不上特別有遠見。遲早，他們會發現，這裡也有越界行動，只不過數量沒那麼大，到時他可能就要找別的方式賺錢糊口了。過去七年裡，他靠這個過得很不錯，不管怎樣，夠讓他做點小生意，撫養他的孩子走上比較合法的職業道路。 他看著那批人上了車，發動引擎離開，隨後他也朝著拉斯克魯斯的方向而去，接著向南轉上十號州際公路，往艾爾帕索開去。他早就不再猜測他的顧客準備在美國做些什麼了，顯然不會是照顧花園或是做建築工人，他判斷著，但是人家可是付了他一萬塊美金現款。所以，這些人對某人十分重要，但不是對他。