Part 24 (1/2)

'So what do we do?' Zoe asked.

'There is one option,' West said solemnly. 'But it's not one that I'd take lightly.'

'And that is ...?'

'We get outside help,' West said. 'Help from an expert on the Capstone, perhaps the greatest living expert on it. A man who has devoted his life to pursuing it. A man who knows more about the Seven Ancient Wonders than anyone else alive.'

'Sounds like a guy we should have consulted 10 years ago,' Fuzzy said.

'We would have if we could have,' Wizard said, 'but this man is ... elusive elusive. He is also psychotic, clinically insane, in fact.'

'Who is he?' Sky Monster asked.

'His name is Mullah Mustapha Zaeed...' West said.

'Oh no, this is outrageous-' Stretch sat upright.

'The Black Priest of Kabul-' Pooh Bear breathed.

West explained for the others.

'Zaeed is Saudi by birth, but he's been linked to dozens of Islamic fundamentalist terrorist groups as far afield as Pakistan, Sudan, and Afghanistan, where he was sheltered by the Taliban until September 11, 2001. A qualified mullah, he's a teacher of fundamentalist Islam-'

'He's an a.s.sa.s.sin,' Stretch spat, 'responsible for the deaths of at least twelve Mossad agents. Zaeed's been on the Red List for fifteen years.' The Mossad Red List was a list of terrorists whom any Mossad agent was permitted to shoot on sight on sight anywhere around the world. anywhere around the world.

'If the Mossad can't find him, how on Earth are we going to find him at such short notice?' Zoe asked.

West looked to Stretch as he spoke: 'Oh, the Mossad knows where he is, they just can't get to him.'

The tight-lipped expression on Stretch's face said this was true.

'So where is he then?' Pooh Bear asked.

West turned to Stretch.

Stretch practically growled as he spoke. 'Mustapha Zaeed was picked up by US forces during Operation Enduring Freedom, the invasion of Afghanistan after 9/11, the one that toppled the Taliban regime. In early 2002, Mustapha Zaeed was taken to Camp X-Ray, the temporary terrorist prison at Guantanamo Bay, Cuba. He's been there ever since.'

'Guantanamo Bay,' Zoe repeated. 'Cuba. The most heavily guarded, most secure military compound in the world in the world. And what- we're just going to stroll in there and walk out with a known terrorist?'

West said, 'Naval Station Guantanamo Bay is designed for two things: to keep the Cubans from retaking it, and to keep prisoners in in. Its guns are pointed landward and inward. That leaves us one open flank-the sea side.'

Zoe said, 'I'm sorry, but are you seriously thinking of sneaking into Guantanamo Bay and busting out one of its inmates?'

'No,' West said, standing. 'I'm not planning on sneaking sneaking in at all. No, I suggest we do the one thing the Americans least expect. I suggest we launch a frontal a.s.sault on Guantanamo Bay.' in at all. No, I suggest we do the one thing the Americans least expect. I suggest we launch a frontal a.s.sault on Guantanamo Bay.'

GUANTANAMO BAY, CUBA.

17 MARCH, 2006.

3 DAYS BEFORE TARTARUS.

NAVAL STATION GUANTANAMO BAY.

SOUTH-EASTERN CUBA.

17 MARCH, 2006, 3:35 A.M.

3 DAYS BEFORE THE ARRIVAL OF TARTARUS.

Naval Station Guantanamo Bay is a true historical oddity.

Born out of two treaties between the United States and Cuba made in the early 20th century-when the US had Cuba over a barrel-Cuba essentially leases a small chunk of its south-eastern coast to America at the obscenely low rent of US$4,085 a year (the actual price mentioned in the treaty is '$2,000 in gold per year').

Since the treaty can only be terminated by the agreement of both both parties-and since the US has no intention of agreeing to such a termination-what it amounts to is a permanent US military outpost on Cuban soil. parties-and since the US has no intention of agreeing to such a termination-what it amounts to is a permanent US military outpost on Cuban soil.

The Bay itself is situated at the extreme southern tip of Cuba, opening onto the Caribbean Sea, facing away from America. Occupying both of its promontories is the US base, and it is very very small-maybe six kilometres deep by ten kilometres long, its twisting and turning landside fenceline barely 25 kilometres in length.

After all that, its most well-known feature (apart from appearing in the Tom Cruise movie A Few Good Men A Few Good Men) is its status in International Law: for as far as International Law is concerned, Guantanamo Bay does not exist. It floats in a kind of legal limbo, free of the constraints of the Geneva Conventions and other troublesome treaties.

Which was exactly why the United States chose it as a prison for the 700 'stateless combatants' that it captured in Afghanistan during Operation Enduring Freedom.

The Bay itself bends northward like a fat slithering snake, bounded by dozens of inlets and marshy coves. Its western side is known as Leeward Leeward, and it contains little of interest except for the base's airstrip, Leeward Point Field.

It is on the eastern side of the Bay-Windward-where all the real activity takes place. This is where the various Marine barracks and prison complexes are situated. An inactive airfield, McCalla Field, occupies the eastern side of the harbour entrance. Further inland, there are administrative buildings, a school, shops and a housing estate for the Marines who live on base.

Further inland still, at Radio Range, in the dead heart of Naval Station Guantanamo Bay, you will find Camp Delta. (Camp X-Ray, with its notorious open-air chain-link cages, was always intended to be temporary. In April 2002, all of its detainees were s.h.i.+pped to the newly constructed Camp Delta, a more permanent complex.) Camp Delta is made up of six detention camps: Camps 1, 2, 3, 4, Echo and Iguana. Camp 3 is the 'SuperMax' facility. Only the most dangerous prisoners live in Camp 3.

Prisoners like Mullah Mustapha Zaeed.

In short, Camp Delta, nestled in the centre of the world's most heavily fortified base, is a maze of cinder-block buildings and chain-link fences, all topped with razor-wire and guarded by stony-faced US Army Military Police.

It is a forbidding installation, one of the bleakest places on Earth.

And yet after all that, only 500 metres from the Camp's outermost razor-wire fence is something you would find only in an American military base: a golf course.

With two heavily defended airfields to choose from, naturally West aimed for the golf course.

'I know Gitmo...' he said, standing in the c.o.c.kpit of the Halicarna.s.sus Halicarna.s.sus as it roared down through the night sky, descending on Guantanamo Bay. as it roared down through the night sky, descending on Guantanamo Bay.

After a quick refuelling in friendly Spain, they had soared off over the Atlantic, commencing the five-hour flight to Cuba.

' ...I went there once, after some wargames my country did with the CIEF. Believe it or not, I actually played on the golf course- Christ, a golf course in a military base. Thing is, there aren't many trees and the last few holes-the 16th, 17th and 18th-run end-onend, separated by only low bushes. They're wide and straight and long, about 450 metres each. About runway length. What do you say, Sky Monster? Think you can do it?'