pilot, and he's changed course for Cairo. Get those Israelis out, Talley. And deal with the insurgents. It's time to show those bastards they can't invade foreign embassies anytime they feel like it. Make sure you protect the Ambassador; the Israelis wouldn't thank us if he caught a bullet during the operation. There's someone else you need to look out for, a VIP who happened to be visiting the Embassy when the terrorists attacked. His name is Professor Benjamin Rothstein. Apparently, he was in Cairo looking at antiquities and called in to discuss something about his visa. He's a well-known amateur collector, and something of a celebrity inside Israel. They said it’s vital you get him out."
"Who is he, Admiral?"
"No idea. Just that he’s important to the State of Israel, and that’s good enough for me. They've uploaded the schematics of the Embassy building to our computers, and I'm making them available to your tablet as we speak. Good luck, Talley. The Israelis will owe us big time if you pull this one off."
Talley went to reply, but he’d signed off. He took off the headset and handed it back.
Who the hell is this Benjamin Rothstein, and what does he do? Why is he so important? One thing’s for sure; he’s not just an amateur collector of antiquities.
He thanked the pilot and made his way aft. Over the thunder of the engines, he outlined the operation to his men. Guy Welland, his number two, glanced at the schematic that had downloaded to their tactical tablet.
"I assume we'll fast-rope from the Osprey?"
Talley nodded. "It's our best bet. The camel jockeys could have any number of spotters in the area. Our only chance of getting those people out alive will be to go in fast, and hit the enemy before they realize we’re there."
He stopped as the overhead speaker clicked. The voice was loud enough to be heard over the noise.
"This is the Captain. We're fifteen minutes out."
Talley turned his attention back to Guy. "Get them ready, and make sure they double-check everything. This will be the first time on a live mission for some of them, and the Israelis will be watching our every move. There’s something else, Brooks told us to look out for a visitor who was caught inside. His name is Benjamin Rothstein, Professor Benjamin Rothstein."
Sergeant Welland paled. "Benjamin Rothstein, are you sure?"
Talley gave him a curious glance. Guy was agitated, which was unusual for the former SAS man.
"Does the name mean something to you?"
He shook his head. "Probably not."
He put it out of his head. There was a hell of a lot to do. Rappelling from a hovering Osprey was not something to be taken lightly. The downwash from the huge rotors was something else, like climbing down a mountainside in the teeth of a hurricane. He went through the mechanical process of checking his weapons, an MP7 assault carbine, and his Sig Sauer P226, a nine-millimeter automatic. Then he walked to the ramp at the rear of the cabin, and one by one tested each rappelling rope. Satisfied they were secure, he went to each man in turn for a quick glance to make certain they were ready.
Jesse Whitefeather was conferring with their other sniper, Vince DiMosta, and he noted the new man looked calm and confident; that was good. So far, he'd acquitted himself well and got on with the other men, with one exception. Sergeant Heinrich Buchmann, the huge, tough, German, who despised him because of his Native American heritage. Buchmann was the lead breacher, taking over from Roy Reynolds, after the tough black Sergeant took one bullet too many. Too much busting into buildings and getting his body shot to pieces in the process meant he had to take a step back. Buchmann looked indestructible and probably was, but he was an ardent racist and a believer in the supremacy of the white race. Normally, Talley would have RTU'd him, Return To Unit, but he was an essential part of Echo Six. The man was a throwback to his forefathers, who'd spearheaded the drive