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“You really want to waste my time and yours asking crap like that?” she said in a low, even voice.
Before either of them could respond Marks said, “You both went rogue on us.” She turne
d to look at Reel. “You killed one of our analysts and my predecessor.”
She turned next to stare at Robie. “And you aided and abetted her after being sent out to terminate her. In the aftermath of that situation, we had the decision to terminate or rehabilitate. The decision to rehabilitate was made. I’m not saying I agree with it, but I am here to implement it.”
“I guess so much for our being awarded the CIA’s highest honor,” said Robie.
“Congratulations,” said Marks. “I have one in my closet too. But that’s history. I’m concerned only with the present and the future. Yours. You’ve been given an unbelievable offer. There are some people here who desperately want you to screw up so other plans can be put into motion.”
“I can guess who one of them is,” said Reel. “Your boss, Evan Tucker.”
“And there are others here who hope you succeed and become productive members of this organization once more.”
“And what camp are you in?” Robie asked.
“Neither. I’m Switzerland. I will lead your rehab, but the outcome is entirely up to both of you. I don’t really care which way it goes. Up, down, or sideways. It doesn’t matter one iota to me.”
Reel nodded. “Comforting. But you report directly to Evan Tucker.”
“In a sense everyone here reports directly to him. But I can assure you that you will have a full and fair opportunity to be rehabilitated. Whether you are or not is up to you.”
Robie said, “And exactly whose idea was this? If it was Tucker’s I really can’t see how the process will be fair in any way.”
“Without going into details I can tell you that a compromise was reached at the very highest level. You have powerful friends, Mr. Robie. You know exactly who I’m talking about. But there are also powerful forces aligned against both of you.” She looked at Reel. “Some who want nothing more than to see you executed for your past actions. If I’m not making myself crystal clear, please stop me.”
Neither Robie nor Reel spoke.
She continued. “Those forces collided and the result was this compromise. Rehab. Do or die. Up to you. Pretty generous, actually, in my humble opinion.”
“I didn’t think anyone trumped the president,” said Robie.
“Politics is a dirty, ruthless business, Agent Robie. It makes the intelligence sector look relatively honorable by comparison. While it’s true that the president is the thousand-pound gorilla, there are lots of big beasts in this playground. And the president has an agenda he wants to push through, and that means he has to make concessions. In the grand scheme of things you and Agent Reel are not so important that you are above being traded as chits to further the man’s agenda. Whether you got a medal or not. Do you follow?”
“What precisely does rehab mean in this context?” asked Robie.
“We start from square one. You both have to be evaluated in every possible way. Physically, psychologically, and intellectually. We’re going to look pretty deep into your heads. We’re going to see whether you have what it takes to cut it in the field.”
“I thought we had proved that in Syria,” interjected Reel.
“Not part of the compromise. That was a one-off and even then you didn’t follow orders.”
“Well, if we had followed orders we’d both be dead,” Robie pointed out.
“Again, not something I care about. It was the not-following-orders part that helped trigger what will happen now.”
She turned on her electronic tablet and tapped the screen. Robie noted that her fingernails were cut below the tips of her fingers and had not a speck of color on them. The image of her as a sniper entered his mind once more.
She looked up at him. “You sustained serious burns to your leg and arm.” She glanced at Reel. “Her doing, not that anyone is keeping count. How are these injuries?”
“Coming along.”
“Not good enough,” said Marks. “Now, you both jumped off a moving train. I’m sure that was fun.”
“More fun than the alternative,” replied Reel.
Marks said, “You lost friends during this past, uh, adventure. I understand that you blame the agency for that.”
“Well, their personnel were partially responsible. I’m not sure how else you can cut that.”
“To have an effective rehab you will have to get over that,” replied Marks sharply.
She looked once more at Robie. “You were sent out to find Reel. You did find her but did not bring her in. You ended up joining forces with her against the agency’s orders.”
“I went with my gut and it turned out to be right.”
“Again, during rehab you will have to decide where your ultimate loyalties lie, Robie. The next time your gut may be wrong. And where does that leave you and the agency?”
She did not wait for an answer but continued. “The rehab will be very hard on all of us. I will be with you both every step of the way. You may quit the process at any time.”
“And if we do?” asked Reel quickly.
“Then all appropriate action will be taken against you.”
“So I get habeas corpus and a fair trial?” Reel said.
Marks looked up. “I didn’t say legal action, did I?”
“So it’s do or die, then?” said Robie.
“You can label it however you wish. But ultimately the choice is completely up to you. So what will it be?”
Robie and Reel exchanged another glance. Then Reel nodded. Robie did the same.
“Excellent choice,” said Marks.
“Where is this rehab going to take place?” asked Reel.
“Oh, I’m sorry, didn’t I mention that?”
“No, you didn’t,” said Reel tersely.
“It will take place at a location I think you both know well.”
She paused and took a moment to look at one and then the other.
“The Burner Box,” she said with a slight smile. “We leave in twenty-four hours.”
Chapter
6
HOW LONG WILL YOU BE gone?” Julie Getty asked.
Robie looked down at his plate and didn’t answer right away. They were at a hole-in-the-wall diner in D.C., not far from where fifteen-year-old Julie attended school. Robie had about eight hours to go before he and Reel would be headed to the Burner Box. Julie had been excited to hear from him; her excitement had diminished when she learned it was to say goodbye, at least for a while.
“I’m not sure,” said Robie as he pushed his food around on his plate. “It wasn’t specified,” he clarified.
“And you can’t tell me where you’re going, of course,” she said resignedly.
“It’s…it’s a training site.”
“Why do you need to train? You’re already, like, I mean, great at what you do, Will.”
“It’s like going back to school, you know, continuing education. Lots of professions do it.” He hesitated. “Even mine.”
She studied him critically and he just as resolutely avoided her gaze.
“Are you going alone on this?” she asked.
He shook his head. “No.”
“Is that woman going with you? Jessica?”
