apprehend him and turn him over to the Yemenis, we may never see him again.” I reminded him, “Some of the Cole plotters were captured, put in Yemeni jails, and miraculously escaped.”
Tom nodded, then said, “Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves. First things first. First, we need to apprehend this man.”
“Right. So to recap, we find this Yemeni with U.S. citizenship, turn him over to the Yemeni government, and hope they give him back to us.”
“Correct.”
“Can we at least torture him? Just a little?”
Tom asked, “Any other questions?”
Kate asked, “What is this man’s name?”
“You’ll be given his name when you get there. But he goes by the nom de guerre of al-Numair. Means The Panther.”
It seems to be my fate to get mixed up with Arabs who name themselves after big cats. The last guy was Asad—The Lion. Now I’ve got a panther to deal with. Hopefully, the next one will call himself Kitty.
Anyway, it seemed to me that Tom wanted to say as little as possible at this end. Or he didn’t know much.
In fact, he said to us, “To be honest with you, I don’t have a need-to-know, and what I know is what you now know. You’ll be fully briefed when you get there.”
Since Kate and I were about to depart on a dangerous mission into a hostile country, I felt I could be a little disrespectful of Tom with no consequences, so I reminded him, “You indicated Friday that what you were going to tell us was classified, and that once we heard it, we were committed to the assignment. Correct?”
He nodded.
I continued, “What we’ve heard is nothing. We could get up, go back to work, and forget about Yemen.”
“I suppose you could. But that wouldn’t make me happy. Or you happy.”
“Okay, let’s try a different approach. On a scale of one to ten, how dangerous is this mission?”
He thought about a reply, then said, “Capturing a top-ranking Al Qaeda leader is dangerous.”
“One to ten.”
“Ten.”
“Because?”
“Should be obvious.” He explained the obvious, “He’ll be guarded, he’ll be in hostile territory, he’s aware that he’s a target, and our resources and assets in Yemen are scarce.”
“Right. And we’re not going to vaporize him with a Hellfire missile because…?”
“I suppose because we want him alive. To interrogate him.”
“So we’re not really turning him over to the Yemeni government. Our job is to kill his bodyguards, take him alive, and sneak him out of the country for interrogation.”
“You’ll be briefed over there.” He added, “As I said, you’ll be part of a team.”
Kate asked, “Who is on this team?”
“I have no idea.”
Kate had an important question. “If we’re detained by the Yemeni government, who comes to our aid?”
“The embassy. You’ll both have diplomatic immunity, of course.”
Love that diplomatic immunity. It works about half the time when you get caught breaking the local laws. The other half of the time, the embassy can’t seem to remember your name.
I thought I understood one reason why Kate and I were chosen to participate in what amounted to a Black Ops mission. It had to do with my cover and Kate’s cover. Officially, the U.S. was there only to aid the Yemeni security forces in investigating the Cole bombing, and our FBI personnel, people like me, rotated into and out of the country on a regular basis. As long as we kept the numbers small and didn’t stay too long, the Yemeni government was okay with Americans operating on their soil.
Most of the Americans doing anti-terrorist work were attached to the embassy for cover—as Kate would be—so that the Yemeni government could take the public position that their country hadn’t become an American ally or outpost. In fact, if the USS Cole hadn’t been bombed in Aden Harbor, we wouldn’t have anyone in Yemen except a small embassy staff. But now we had our foot in the door—or in this case, the Yemenis had let the camel get his nose under the tent. But they didn’t want the whole camel sleeping inside.
And for all those reasons, the CIA was not welcome, but a few CIA officers were tolerated.
I asked Tom, “Is the CIA involved in this operation?”
“I’m sure you’ll find out when you get there.”
“I’m sure we will.” I reminded him, “You said this guy was Al Qaeda.”
“Did I?” Tom fessed up, “He’s actually the head of the Yemen branch of a newly formed group called Al Qaeda in the Arabian Peninsula—AQAP.”
“Thanks for sharing.”
He reminded me, “You have no need to know