Chapter Twenty
Wednesday, March 9, 1988
Islamabad
“Joe, I have some very good news,” Haroon said, his voice breaking and cracking down the typically unreliable Pakistani phone line. “I have a Hind for you. Javed’s men took it down near Parachinar. It has crashed, but its instruments and its weapons are all there.”
Johnson, who had almost given up hope of ever obtaining either of the two big items on Langley’s shopping list, had been lounging in his office chair when he picked up the receiver. But now he sat upright.
“Great,” Johnson said. “Don’t let any of your ISI guys near it. We’ll send a transport plane up to Parachinar and take it.”
“I have no doubts you will take it,” Haroon said. “I am having it secured, do not worry. We will not let looters anywhere near it. But there is the
