Chapter Thirteen
Friday, February 26, 1988
Islamabad
Jayne was halfway through a plate of chicken stew in her MI6 accommodation inside the British embassy compound when the burst transmitter receiver on the window ledge beeped softly.
She swore under her breath. It was the second message in less than forty minutes. The first, letting her know that Johnson had gotten to his destination, was a relief. Surely Joe couldn’t have finished his meeting that quickly, she wondered.
Still chewing a mouthful of food, she got up, walked to the unit, and carefully read the message on the small red LED display.
JJ99 TO C5 AND M11X URGENTX UNDER RUSSIAN CHOPPER ATTACKX BEGIN EXFILX ENDSX
“s**t, s**t,” Jayne said out loud. “How the hell . . . ?”
She checked the frequency on which the burst message
