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Tibetan, and most likely the CIA officer's girlfriend. Brooks hastened to make the introductions.
    "Men, this is Grace Ferraro and Ed Garrick. They'll be helping out with this operation."
    The man nodded. The girl gave them a small smile.
    "Hi, guys."
    One hundred percent American accent, so not Tibetan, Talley smiled to himself. What is she? Who is she?
    "Ed, would you and Miss Ferraro explain what we're about in Tibet?"
    He gave the Admiral an easy smile and shook his hand. "No sweat, always willing to help out our NATO allies."
    Talley winced. As if he’s doing us all a favor.
    "I thought it was NATO helping your people out, Ed. Not the other way around."
    Uh, oh.
    "Of course, of course."
    He turned to face them. "I work for the US government."
    "IRS?" DiMosta asked in an innocent tone, "Last time I looked, I was up-to-date with my tax return."
    Garrick forced a smile. "Yeah, very funny. Okay, I work for Central Intelligence, as does my junior colleague here, Grace Ferraro."
    Talley noticed the way he emphasized the word 'junior'.
    Nice guy. A real pistol.
    "We're here because a Buddhist monk was arrested in Tibet," Garrick continued.
    "That's nothing new," Guy Welland interrupted, "The Chinese arrest them in droves. What's so special about this one?"
    Garrick sighed, "If I could continue, I'll explain. He's an American, and his name is David Campbell. His mother was Tibetan and his father American, although he looks native Tibetan. His father was a pilot in Vietnam. He went to Tibet on furlough just before the end and met his mother. They moved back to the US in '73 when we pulled out of South East Asia, and David was born two years later. After college, he was about to join the Air Force when his father died. Something changed, and he went out to Tibet as a volunteer for some kind of NGO. You know the kind of thing, baby milk for the natives, something like that," he smirked.
    Grace Ferraro remained stony-faced.
    So she isn't his girlfriend; that much is clear.
    Garrick continued, "David reverted to his mother's Tibetan maiden name and an equivalent Tibetan first name, to make it easier to get close to the locals. But sickened by the brutality of the Chinese, he decided to act and so joined CIA as undercover agent. After five years, he gave it up to join a Buddhist monastery and become a monk. That was just over year ago. Even so, after he became a monk, he still got out information about important stuff, anything that would undermine the Chinese occupation. Now we need to get him home, back to the US. We want you to go in and get him." He paused.
    "Why not just send him an air ticket? If his passport's expired, CIA can always fix him something up," Talley asked.
    He was winding the guy up; letting off steam, knowing there was more. Some people you plain dislike on sight. He suspected this CIA man had that effect on a lot of people. A couple of the men guffawed.
    Garrick grimaced. "There are three reasons why it's impossible. First, many of the agents he contacted during his time with the Agency are still in place. He picked up a lot of sensitive material, and CIA estimates the secrets he holds could devastate our intelligence operations in Asia for the next decade. Which means it's damned important he comes out. Second, he's not just anybody. I told you his father died. His mother remarried, a guy named Nelson Moore. I guess you may have heard of him."
    He looked smug.
    "The White House Chief of Staff?" Talley asked, astonished.
    "None other. His stepfather. He was understandably pissed, and he went to the President, who made it clear he has to come out at all costs."
    "Signor Garrick," Rovere interrupted, wringing his hands and putting on his best Italian peasant-accented English, "Everything you tell us points to this being an American affair. Surely you need Navy Seals or Delta Force. We are NATO, and we do not involve ourselves in these kinds of affairs."
    Brooks couldn't stop smiling at the Italian's