Anyhow, I figure three BATs will do the job quite nicely, and I got a trio of pilots chomping at the bit to try âem out for real. Best of all, theyâre not in Uncle Samâs inventory yetâstrictly off-the-books hardware.â
Kilkenny reran the animation on his computer. âFlying in and out
would solve a number of logistical problems. Off the books or not, we better make damn sure we donât leave one of these behind.â
âYeah, the folks at Boeing who pimped this ride would be most put out.â
âDid you just use the phrase pimped this ride in a sentence?â Kilkenny asked.
âYeah. Pimp My Ride is one of my favorite shows. I TiVo it along with Monster Garage and Myth Busters . Best TV programming since This Old House .â
Kilkenny laughed. âJust send me a full set of specs on the BATs. If weâre going to use them, we have to figure out how to smuggle them in and out of Mongolia.â
13
VATICAN CITY October 17
âCould I interest either of you gentlemen in a glass of wine?â Donoher asked as he entered the catacombs workroom. âOur evening meal will arrive shortly.â
Grin glanced up from the bank of monitors, his eyes tired but bright. âI prefer to imbibe only among friends, and if thatâs a bottle of Italian red I see in your hand, then you must be a friend.â
Kilkenny cleared a space on the worktable, and the cardinal set out three glasses and poured from a bottle of Castello di Fonterutoli Chianti Classico Riserva. The wine looked nearly black, and as Grin inhaled the bouquet, he detected traces of smoke, various fruits, licorice, and wood.
âYouâve let this little fellow breath a bit,â Grin said approvingly.
âAdmittedly, my years in Italy have had a modestly civilizing affect upon me,â Donoher said.
Kilkenny held his glass for a moment and stared at what would be his first drink in a week, then realized that with one bottle split three ways, there was little chance of a hangover. Each man swirled the first sip around in his mouth, tickling his taste buds with the complex, delightful flavor.
âSo, where do we stand?â Donoher asked.
âOther than a few minor details, weâre ready to go,â Kilkenny replied. âIn fact, Grin came up with a name for our covert op.â
âDid you now? Letâs hear it.â
âOperation Rolling Stone,â Grin announced.
Donoher turned to Kilkenny. âYou mean to tell me youâve christened our sacred mission after a hedonistic rock ânâ roll band?â
âActually, itâs an allusion to the stone that covered Christâs tomb until it was rolled away on Easter morning,â Grin explained. âLike Christ, Yin is entombed in Chifeng Prison, and weâre going to roll away the stone and let him out.â
âAh, a scriptural allusion,â Donoher said skeptically.
âGrin assures me the name has nothing to do with the several megs of Stones tunes packed into his iPod,â Kilkenny offered.
âPerish the thought.â Donoher held his glass up. âVery well then. To the success of Operation Rolling Stone.â
âHere, here,â Kilkenny and Grin chimed in, tapping their glasses with Donoherâs.
Kilkenny savored the taste of the red wine and felt it working its magic. He and Grin had been working down in the catacombs almost nonstop since the popeâs death, and he knew the same must be true for Donoher.
âHowâs it going up there?â Kilkenny asked.
âI am about where you would expect a man to be when he has to stage a state funeral and an election on a mere two-weeks notice, but Iâll muddle through. Despite the chaos, what you two are trying to accomplish is never far from my thoughts and prayers. God willing, youâll finish the job before the white smoke rises.â
âSpeaking of the election,â Grin said. âIâve been
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