It was our turn, and as we passed through the gates, two more Marines stood at attention and saluted. Kate, I thought, looked a little more relaxed. In fact, we both removed our flak jackets and threw them in the rear.
We passed through the second checkpoint, and I could see the main embassy building—the chancery—about fifty yards ahead at the end of a wide driveway.
The chancery building was of recent construction, and in the spirit of cultural sensitivity, it looked like a theme park sultan’s palace, with big arches, a white stone façade, and lots of fretwork.
The embassy compound, I recalled, was about five or six acres, surrounded by high walls. On the grounds were several ancillary buildings, including the ambassador’s residence, Marine guard quarters, housing for embassy staff who lived inside the walled compound, and other structures that housed everything you’d need if you were suddenly cut off from the world, including an electric generator and a water tank. For fun, there was a small movie theater, a swimming pool, and two tennis courts that doubled as a helipad. Also, alcohol was served.
The first time I saw this place, I recalled thinking, “Not bad if you had to live and work here.” I also recalled, however, that there had been a few terrorist plots to launch rockets into the embassy, which I recently learned were planned by The Panther himself. No Mideast assignment is perfect. In fact, none of them are. I remarked to Brenner, “I don’t see any shell casings.”
“The incoming rockets blow them into little pieces.”
Kate giggled. I think she found this guy funny. But if I had said that, she’d roll her eyes. What’s with wives?
We stopped at the big front doors of the palace-like chancery building, and Brenner opened his door and said, “You can leave your luggage in the car.”
I opened my door and said to Kate, “Take the guns, leave the cannolis.”
Kate got out with the gun bag, which she gave to me to carry, and we followed Brenner up the steps of an arched portico. The three SUVs pulled away, and I saw that our luggage had been deposited at the curb.
Brenner informed us, “You’re actually staying here tonight. Just in case Colonel Hakim is on the prowl. Later today, you go to the Sheraton Hotel.”
Kate asked, “Why not our apartment?”
Brenner informed us, “There is no apartment.” He let us know, “You may not be here long.”
Kate asked, “Why not?”
“We need to discuss a few things later.”
Right. Like, do we want to be Panther bait? Or do we want to go home?
Kate and I followed Brenner past a Marine guard who saluted. Former Chief Warrant Officer Brenner returned the salute.
The big atrium lobby looked as impressive as it did two and a half years ago, assuring me again that our tax money was well spent.
There was a huge American flag on the wall, and also some photos of the chain of command, starting with the president down to the current ambassador, Edmund James Hull, who had a big smile on his face like he just got the word he was leaving this hellhole. In fact, according to the embassy website, his posting had come to an end. Lucky Eddie. I should be so lucky.
As we passed through the empty lobby, Brenner said to us, “FYI, Mohammed probably works for Colonel Hakim’s Political Security Organization. Or maybe an outfit called the National Security Bureau, which was formed in 2002, after John was here, to patrol the main roads, protect tourists at historical sites, and protect oil fields and foreign oil workers in Yemen.” He added, “Sounds good, but they’re just a branch of the PSO.”
I speculated, “So maybe Mohammed wasn’t his real name.”
Mr. Brenner further informed us, “The PSO and the NSB have been infiltrated by Al Qaeda from other Arab countries. The Yemeni government knows this and doesn’t seem to care.” He concluded, “With allies like this, we don’t need enemies.”
Nuke ’em all.
Brenner stopped and said, “I know you’re tired, but before I show you to your room, I thought we’d have a nightcap and meet someone.”
“Nightcap is good,” I agreed. Meeting someone maybe not so good.
Brenner got on his cell phone and texted.
He explained to us, “I can use my regular cell phone in Sana’a, because we have a secure cell station and tower on the embassy roof. But away from here, we have to use satellite phones, which I’ll give you later.”