looking at him curiously. "And what was special about this 'lost' shipment," Bourne said, "was that it coincided with the specific threat to the U.S."
"That and the fact that we have the smuggler in custody," Hytner said.
Bourne ran his finger down the second page of the transcript. "Was it wise to bring him in?
Chances are you'll alert his customer."
Soraya shook her head. "Not likely. These people use a source once, then they move on."
"So you know who bought the TSGs."
"Let's say we have a strong suspicion. That's why Lindros went into the field himself."
"Have you heard of Dujja?" Hytner said.
Bourne accessed the memory. "Dujja has been credited with at least a dozen attacks in Jordan and Saudi Arabia, the most recent being last month's bombing that killed ninety-five people at the Grand Mosque in Khanaqin, 144 kilometers northeast of Baghdad. If I remember right, it was also allegedly responsible for the assassinations of two members of the Saudi royal family, the Jordanian foreign minister, and the Iraqi chief of internal security."
Soraya took back the transcript. "It sounds implausible, doesn't it, that one cadre could be responsible for so many attacks? But it's true. One thing links them all: the Saudis. There was a secret business meeting going on in the mosque that included high-level Saudi emissaries. The Jordanian foreign minister was a personal friend of the royal family; the Iraqi security chief was a vocal supporter of the United States."
"I'm familiar with the classified debrief material," Bourne said. "Those were all sophisticated, highly engineered attacks. Most of them didn't include suicide bombers, and none of the perpetrators has been caught. Who's the leader of Dujja?"
Soraya put the transcript back in its folder. "His name is Fadi."
"Fadi. The redeemer, in Arabic," Bourne said. "A name he must have taken."
"The truth is we don't know anything else about him, not even his real name," Hytner said sourly.
"But we do know some things," Bourne said. "For one, Dujja's attacks are so well coordinated and sophisticated, it's safe to assume that Fadi either has been educated in the West or has had considerable contact with it. For another, the cadre is unusually well armed with modern-day weaponry not normally associated with Arab or Muslim fundamentalist terror groups."
Soraya nodded. "We're all over that angle. Dujja is one of the new generation of cadres that has joined forces with organized crime, drug traffickers out of South Asia and Latin America."
"If you ask me," Hytner chipped in, "the reason Deputy Director Lindros got the Old Man to approve Typhon so quickly was that he told him our first directive is to find out who Fadi is, flush him out, and terminate him." He glanced up. "Each year, Dujja's become stronger and more influential among Muslim extremists. Our intel indicates that they're flocking to Fadi in unprecedented numbers."
"Still, as of today no agency has been able to get to first base, not even us," Soraya said.
"But then, we've only recently been organized," Hytner added.
"Have you contacted the Saudi secret service?" Bourne asked.
Soraya gave him a bitter laugh. "One of our informants swears the Saudi secret service is pursuing a lead on Dujja. The Saudis deny it."
Hytner looked up. "They also deny their oil reserves are drying up."
Soraya closed her files, stacked them neatly. "I know there are people in the field who call you the Chameleon because of your legendary skill at disguising yourself. But Fadi-whoever he is-is a true chameleon. Though we have corroborating intel that he not only plans the attacks but is also actively involved in many of them, we have no photo of him."
"Not even an Identi-Kit drawing," Hytner said with evident disgust.
Bourne frowned. "What makes you think Dujja bought the TSGs from the supplier?"
"We know he's holding back vital information." Hytner pointed to the screen of his laptop. "We found this cipher on one of the buttons of his shirt. Dujja is the only terrorist cadre we know of that uses ciphers of this level of sophistication."
"I want to interrogate him."
"Soraya's the AIC-the agent in charge," Hytner said. "You'll have to ask her."
Bourne turned to her.
Soraya hesitated only a moment. Then she stood and gestured toward the door. "Shall we?"
Bourne rose. "Tim, make a hard copy of the cipher, give us fifteen, then come find us."
Hytner glanced up, squinting as if Bourne were in a glare. "I won't be near finished in fifteen minutes."
"Yes, you will." Bourne opened the door. "At least, you'll sell it that way."