Page 132 of Tom Clancy Line of Sight
“Thanks.”
Jack set his phone on the table next to the laptop and put it on speaker. He knew he didn’t have any legal authority to doanything, but if Emir was telling the truth, he had to find a way to stop whatever was about to happen at that stadium, and the only way he was going to do that was to find Aida, and find her fast.
Besides, she had to pay for those people she ordered murdered today.
So did Brkic.
He thought briefly about calling Kolak for assistance or even the local police, but at this point he had no idea whom he could trust. Besides, all of those people died this morning because of him. It was up to him to make things right, not pass off the responsibility to someone else.
He probably needed to read Gerry in on what was happening, but at this point, all Gerry would do was yell at him and tell him to get his ass back to the airport.
“Found it,” Gavin said on the speaker. “I’m tracking it live.”
“Can you send the track to my phone?”
“Doing it now.”
“Thanks, buddy. Hey, one more thing. I’ve got a laptop I’m staring at. We need to find out what’s on it, and what we’re up against.”
“Send me the local IPv4 address, and I’ll mirror your machine. Is it Windows 10?”
“Yeah. Just give me a sec.” Jack found it easily and read it off to him.
“Thanks, Jack. I’ll take it from here.” Keys starting clacking on the phone speaker again.
“Gav, we need to hustle. How long will it take?”
“Not sure.”
A second later, the cursor arrow moved remotely on the laptop screen. “I’m in, Jack. What am I looking at?”
“A live video feed from a drone looking down at the Olympic soccer stadium in Sarajevo.”
“What’s that countdown counter for?”
“In thirty-seven minutes, that stadium is going to be destroyed. I need you to find out exactly how.”
Gavin pulled up another window remotely. It displayed a video of a middle-aged man in camouflage, holding a short-barreled AKS-74U and sitting in front of a black AQAB battle flag with white Arabic letters that spelled out theshahada. The man’s full, wild red-and-gray beard was offset by a white cloth prayer cap, but it was his milky white eye that drew Jack’s attention.
“This is all in some crazy language, Jack.”
“Bosanski,”Jack said. “Bosnian.”
“I’ll run my AI translator. It’s good at real-time audio.”
More windows popped up as Gavin worked; some were documents, and others were video frames.
“So how long?” Jack asked.
“As long as it takes.”
“I can’t sit around here waiting.”
“Use your iPhone as a local hotspot, connect it to the laptop via Bluetooth, and then I can stay connected to the machine through your phone wherever you need to go. I’ll call you if I find anything.”
“Perfect. I’m going after that GPS locator you sent me. And Gav, don’t breathe a word of this to Gerry. I’ll tell him myself when we know more.”
“Sure thing, Jack. And good luck.”
