"Geordie Sharp," I said.
"I need to speak to the Charge."
"I'm sorry. He's not here. It's the duty officer speaking. Can I help you?"
"I need to talk to him urgently."
"I'm afraid he's not available on this system."
"Can you ask him to come in, then?"
"Is it that urgent? Can't it wait till the morning?"
"No."
There was a pause. Then the guy said, "All right. In that case, I'll pass the message. Has he got your number?"
"He'll have it there in the office, yes.
I rang off, thinking of Hereford. Where the hell was the boss? He was taking his time to come through. Maybe he was out at a party. By now it was midnight - 9:00 p.m. in the UK. Not late.
Mal looked up from his notes and asked, "Who's controlling the tracker satellite?"
"The Americans," I told him. But his question prompted a sudden idea.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed.
"That's a thought, Mal. I'm going to call Tony Lopez right away."
"Who's he?"
"American, ex-SEAL. He was seconded to the Regiment before you joined.
Now he's working for the CIA. It was him who put the ferrets in after Rick's girlfriend's sister. But he's a hundred percent on side. He'll help. What time is it in Washington?"
"Five o'clock," somebody said.
"Correction. Four."
"He'll still be in the office."
I jumped up, dug out his number and punched it in. Two -rings, and an American voice answered.
"Tony!"
"I'm sorry, sir. Major Lopez is in a meeting."
"Break in on him, please. This is an emergency.
"May I ask who's calling?"
"Just say Geordie."
"One moment, sir." The guy had that ultra-polite, deferential American manner that gives me a pain in the arse.
I put my hand over the mouthpiece and said, "He's coming."
A second later Tony was on the line but he didn't sound himself. His voice was quick and sharp.
"Tony," I began, 'we're in the shit."
"OK, I know what it is."
"You know?"
"Sure. Hereford have been in touch. That's what we're discussing right now. The satellite tracker system's up and running."
"Thank God. Can you let us know if you get a line on where they've taken the thing?"
"Sure can."
"OK. I'll speak to you later."
As I replaced the receiver, the phone rang.
"Geordie?" It was the night com ms clerk in Hereford.
"I've got the CO for you.
"Put him on.
The first thing the boss wanted to know was which two guys we'd lost.
"Pavarotti and Toad," I told him.
"Toad!" he said.
"Jesus!"
"Exactly. The next thing's going to be a ransom demand.
We've got to recover Orange, and fast."
"The Americans are tracking it already."
"I know. I just spoke to Tony Lopez in Washington. He is to be on the tracking team. Boss what do you advise?"
"Very difficult. You'd better stand by to come out. The political situation's extremely volatile. The Director's coming here for eight tomorrow morning. We're going to take a decision then on whether or not we pull you.
"We can't come out with two guys missing."
"I don't know. We might take the view that it's better to lose two rather than risk losing nine. The shit's hit the fan in London as well."
"Why's that?"
"The computer disk you got. The information on it has sent the police ballistic, in London and New York. They've made fifteen arrests in London alone."
"Russian Mafia?"
"Leading players."
I took a deep breath. Then I said, "How does that affect us?"
"Too early to say. Your kidnap could be a reprisal for the arrests in Europe. But losing Orange complicates the issue still more. We've got a QRF on standby. We may establish an FMB in Berlin in any case. That would put them within three hours of you."
I told him I'd be through again if there was any news, and hung up. Seconds later Sasha appeared, and we started going through everything again. He was upset about the disappearance of our guys, and kept apologising.
"Come on, Sasha," I said, forcing myself to smile.
"They're not dead yet. We'll get them back."
Before he could answer, the satellite phone beeped again. It was Tony.
"We got it!" he announced triumphantly.
"Your hardware's still with you."
"Wait one." I looked up and saw Sasha watching me eagerly.
"Sasha," I said.
"It's our base in Hereford. This may take a few minutes. Could you get on the local line and set up a police search?"
"Konechno! Immediately!" He sprang to his feet and headed for the other phone. I felt a turd, lying to his face but what else could I do?
"Tony," I said.
"Carry on. Where is it?"
"In the south-western sector of the city. We can give you the location within a couple of hundred metres."
"Fantastic! Can you give me the co-ordinates?"
"Sure. Ready?"
"Fire away.
He read out a series of figures, which I took down and checked back.
"Brilliant," I said.
"Let me know if it moves.
Roger and good luck."
"Miracles of modern science," I told the lads.
"Correlate these on to a street plan and we can go right in and get them."
"Wait a minute," said Mal.
"How do we know this? I mean, what are you going to tell Sasha?"
Once again a plausible lie rose effortlessly to the surface of my mind.
"Pay has a tracking device fitted into his jacket," I said.
"Some of our guys always do, in case this very thing happens.
"Yeah, but if we organise a hit, with the Russians, they're going to find Orange at the end of it."
"We'll play that one when we get to it..." I broke off because Sasha reappeared.
"General police alert," he announced.
"All Moscow forces to search. I give car number. And Zheordie, I make suggestion."
"What's that?"
"We can stop training course, freeze everything. Instead of lessons, we make students rescue your hostages."
"Great idea!" I went. Privately I thought, Christ!
Luckily I was distracted by yet another beep from the secure phone.
This time it was the Charg& Hell, I thought when I heard his voice. I can't send Sasha out again. Then suddenly I realised I didn't need to: the Embassy knew nothing about Orange.
I started into the whole spiel again. I said that Sasha had got a search under way, that I'd been through to Hereford, and that we were expecting a decision about a possible pull-out in the morning.
"Yes," said Aliway.
"Your people were talking to us earlier in the day."
He nattered on for a minute about the general situation, which he described as jittery'. As he spoke, I was thinking, Do I tell him we've traced the signal? No, I decided. If we get our guys back, yes, of course, we tell him, but there's nothing definite enough yet.
It was just as well I didn't bother, because within five minutes of that call Tony had come through again to say, "It's moving."
"Ah Jesus!"