Heat Seeker by Lora Leigh

Colorado, and take out an aircraft in the air or on the ground in Washington, DC. It can’t be tracked by conventional radar, and its stealth capabilities are exceptional. It’s easily transported, hidden, and completely undetectable. Last week a launcher and six missiles were stolen from a military depot in DC. Two days later John Vincent’s handler”—Jordan glanced to Tehya—“received a message that Mr. Vincent’s services were being considered for a unique sale. We suspect that sale is
CROSSFIRE
.”
    “Several other messages went out to Libya, Syria, Iran, China, and Africa that
CROSSFIRE
had been acquired and bids would be taken,” John informed them. “One of the messages was received by a suspected general with al-Qaeda and money began shifting through several different accounts associated with the organization.
    “In three weeks the president is scheduled to arrive in Saudi Arabia to meet with several dignitaries, princes and Middle Eastern factions in secret talks aimed at drawing support for a new proposal for a truce in armed areas. This new plan has drawn support from some surprising factions. It could actually begin an initiative that could signal a turn in the tide of terrorism in the Middle East.”
    Micah Sloane, the former Mossad agent, got to his feet at that point. “This new peace plan has Jordanian, Israeli, and Iranian consideration so far. The talks are remaining highly secret until the meeting in Saudi, where all the area’s leaders will gather. Several terrorist organizations have already learned of the meeting and have been planning ways to potentially sabotage it. This weapon is all they need.”
    “The planes will be checked for transmitters before lift-off,” Travis Caine interjected. “How much success could they have?”
    “The missiles can be programmed to individual aircraft signatures,” Jordan answered him. “It can also be armed with a nuclear warhead large enough to take out the meetingarea and anyone in it.” He stared around the room as tension began to thicken. “We have three weeks to identify Warbucks and find the location of the missiles and launcher,” he warned them. “John Vincent is being tapped to broker the sale.” He looked to John. “Our hard work in all your covers and our previous operations is finally paying off. Vincent as the broker, Caine his bodyguard. Nik our Russian terrorist will be in place at the ski resort for bidding. Micah is our Palestinian terrorist Jerric Abbas. Noah will be here at the cabin with me to provide backup and logistical support.”
    John lifted his gaze back to the file footage playing on the wide screen and watched once again as the missile struck the drone plane. The warhead that could be attached to the missile wouldn’t be large, but it was big enough. Big enough that it could take out the heads of more than half the Middle Eastern countries without a problem, and they had only three weeks to stop it.
    “Bailey is an important part of this operation why?” Caine asked. “A disenchanted CIA agent?”
    “Much more than that actually,” Jordan answered. “Warbucks will choose his broker based on Bailey Serborne’s approval of him. She’s in whether we like it or not.”
    “How do we know this?” John could feel the almost violent sense of protectiveness rising within him. This was new information, and it was information he didn’t like.
    “This is via Warbucks’s contact,” Teyha informed him. “The call I received was quite specific. Miss Serbourne will choose the broker. Every broker contacted received the same message. This is now our best chance of identifying him.”
    Warbucks’s connections and the information and hardware he was getting his hands on was beginning to concern not just the United States but also allied nations. The power behind Warbucks had already shown itself in previous sales. The theft of the items, their movements, and their subsequent sales over the years had led back to