Confessions of a Spy...

10/12/2002

San Antonio, Texas 

Mission: Acquire intel from Greenlight operative McAdams



San Antonio, Texas 13:00

Met agent Scott McAdams at the roundabout on Blanco @ 13:32. Was given classified intel in form of a thumb drive. I proceeded to my hotel after handoff to download onto a secure laptop. Message follows:

****CLASSIFIED****
12.10.02 2200 hours scheduled transfer of subject from Navy to CIA @ Corpus Christi Naval base.
     **END**

I had 6 hours to get to the naval base and to intercept subject from the CIA...



Oso Bay, Corpus Christ, Texas 21:00 

I parked my Ford rental at the Oso Bay kayak launch. Put on my tactical scuba gear, secured a kayak, which by a stroke of luck wasn't locked up. Loaded up with an extra suit and tank, using my GPS watch for navigation, I paddled 1.2 miles NE to about 1/2 mile SW of the naval base which was across the bay in nearby Flour Bluff.

Drifted another 300 yards toward the base. Anchored, slipped into the water and pushed myself underwater in the darkness swimming to the jetty at the base.

Waited for the guard to make his turn back to the compound. I exited the water quietly and silenced the guard with a quick chokehold, knocking him out.

Keeping in the shadows I made my way to the lightly lit and fortified courtyard. It was 21:59 hours now.

I recognized the CIA agent. His name was Rick Stewart, we served together in Afghanistan in 2000. Decent fellow but I wasn't here to catch up with old friends.

In the dark breezeway leading to where Stewart was located, came walking the subject I was to intercept and take back with me. I had no idea who he was and didn't really care. Just another job.

Before he entered the courtyard which was still blocked in view by a half-wall, I approached the man from behind, covered his mouth to keep him from making any noise alerting Stewart he was there. Or me for that matter. I quickly whispered to his ear "You're coming with me quietly or you will die". He nodded.

We crouched and slid around the corner. But we had to hurry because it wouldn't take Stewart long to realize something was amiss. Certainly, the guardhouse has already told him he was coming, so by this time he should already be there.

I motioned the subject to get in the extra scuba suit I brought with me. When he finished, I checked his tank and mask, gave him the ok sign and we entered the black water without ever being noticed.

Making it back to the anchored kayak with some awkwardness and too much time in my mind we both got on. I started to paddle us back when I heard from the base, rotors beginning to chop at the air. It was definitely about to get real dicey here.

We had about 1/3 of a mile left to get back to the car. I paddled harder and faster now, sweating profusely in my suit. The subject didn't say a word. Probably had a smile on his face, I didn't know, he was sitting in front of me.

When we were an earshot from the bank I told the man in front of me to jump in and swim toward that car. When he didn't move I pulled out my SIG 9 and pulled back the cock. He hopped like a frog into the water and started swimming. It still amazes me how well the cocked sound of a gun motivates people to do things they don't want to.

I followed suit and swam just behind him making sure he was going the right way.

The Bell helicopter was now in the air sweeping the compound with its 500k spotlights. It won't be long before it starts searching the water area and jetties up against the base and then beyond in half-mile increments. 

We scampered on shore and ran to the rental car. I stopped the subject at the back of the car, opened the trunk and nodded him in. Peeled out of my suit and threw it in before closing the lid behind him.

Now standing there half-naked looking out on the bay to see how much trouble I'm really in. Fortunately, the chopper started out right of the base away from us over the water with it's very bright and thorough search for me. I figured I had maybe 10 minutes to get out of this city before it barricades all of the highways. 

The good news is the CIA and Navy don't know who I am or what I'm driving so it should move pretty smoothly from here back to San Antonio. Or, so I thought...

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