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searched the immediate area. One of them spoke into his lapel mike. Tight security , he thought. The director of the CIA was undoubtedly in the crosshairs of countless assassins, with al-Qaeda fanatics topping the list. Although he gave it low odds, a sniper could be out there. He suspected Cantrell was being guarded by at least six officers at any given time—some of them they’d never see.
    Rebecca acknowledged nods from her men, and they stepped through the doors.
    Two charcoal-gray SUVs waited at the curb. Nathan noticed the ballistic glass right away. No doubt they were fully armored with environmental protection from gas or biological attacks.
    “Does it wear you out? The twenty-four-seven security?” Nathan asked.
    “You kind of get used to it, but to answer your question, at times, yes.”
    An officer slid out of the driver’s seat, surveyed the immediate area, and opened the rear door of the second SUV. Rebecca thanked her, and they got in. Behind the soundproof glass separating them from the driver’s compartment, two sets of opposing seats greeted them. One of the officers they’d met inside the jet center got into the back with them; the other climbed into the passenger seat of the lead SUV, and they were on their way.
    “Why are we here, Rebecca?” Nathan asked. “And why you? Whatever the situation is, it’s got to be below your pay grade.”
    “This requires my personal involvement.”
    Nathan waited.
    “As you’ve surmised, we have a development in Nicaragua. Video cameras at the US embassy in Managua recorded a man throwing a paper airplane over the fence. The marines guarding the post didn’t approach it. They were concerned it might’ve been laced with something. I’ve seen the surveillance video, and it’s obvious the man had purposely disguised himself. He appeared to be Latino with dark hair, probably a wig, oversized dark sunglasses, ball cap—you get the picture. His size and build are consistent with ninety percent of men on the planet. Here’s where it gets cryptic, and it’s the reason I asked you guys to come out here. The note had only ten words.”
    She pulled a folded piece of paper from her coat pocket and handed it to Nathan.
     
    ECHO FOUR: YOUR HELP IS NEEDED. RAVEN IS ACTIVE AGAIN.
     
    Nathan looked at Harv but didn’t say anything.
    “Echo four was Harvey’s designation,” Cantrell said. “You were Echo five. I’m hoping you guys can give me something on the raven reference.”
    Nathan didn’t say anything. He looked at the man sitting next to Cantrell.
    “You can speak freely. Bill’s my personal assistant, and he’s been thoroughly briefed on the Echo program.”
    “Raven was the best shooter we trained down there.”

CHAPTER 5
    “Give me everything, Nathan. I want to know all there is to know about this man. Being trained by you makes him extremely lethal. I’m assuming he graduated and didn’t wash out?”
    “Yes, he graduated.” Nathan said. “I remember him well. We remember him well. We had our doubts about Raven, but we didn’t pick him for the program. That decision was made by his commanding officer, a lieutenant, as I recall. As you know, the candidate selection process was kept secret, even from us. Not just anyone could enlist in the program. Over a five-month period, our recruits underwent an intensive program designed to make them proficient in hand-to-hand combat, small arms, IEDs, surveillance, and countersurveillance. We also taught basic field-interrogation technique, tracking, and stealth, you name it. When our recruits finished the program, they had the equivalent of recon training with a strong emphasis on sniper skills. They didn’t come to us green, they were hardened Contra rebels who’d been fighting a nasty civil war against the Sandinista regime. They already knew much of what we taught them. We just sharpened their skills.”
    “Since no paper exists on any of this, I’m relying on my memory, but I don’t recall