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dim light. The gaunt, lanky middle-aged man still bore the
unmistakable stamp of a senior military officer, despite his ill-
fitting civilian sweater and trousers.
During the previous ten years, RAPTOR had advanced
swiftly in the Shah s armed services, eventually assuming a
key staff position in the palace. Over that decade, he had been
a prized unilateral intelligence source for the CIA. The scion
of a cultured, wealthy family close to the royal court, RAPTOR
had nurtured a direct connection to the Shah and had been
privy to his policies during the tumultuous years preceding
the Islamic Revolution. In fact, RAPTOR had been our sole
Blue Striper (top-level) source in Iran, whose intelligence
was so reliable that it was sent directly to the White House on
receipt at Headquarters. But when Khomeini had declared his
Islamic Republic in February, many Iranian civil officials and
military officers had fled the country, fearing brutal imprison-
ment or execution. RAPTOR had immediately gone into hiding.
He had spent the first few weeks in a relative s unheated attic,
crouched beneath a tin roof on which melting snow dripped
continually.
When we were safely inside the flat, RAPTOR embraced us,
his eyes brimming with tears of gratitude. Darting quickly
across the living room Andrew and Hal pulled open a narrow
window and dropped a coiled rope to the bottom of the light
shaft forty feet below, which adjoined a commercial hotel facing
a busy avenue. The rope was our emergency escape route, to
be used if we had to flee and the stairway was not an
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option. After descending the light shaft, we could enter the
hotel through the laundry window and leave through a service
entrance.
Watching us, RAPTOR regained his characteristic decisive-
ness and he took me into the bathroom to display his handi-
work with the TV antenna and the forty-watt bulb. Without
speaking, I laid out my materials, and Andrew joined us.
I TESTED THE disguise with my fingertips, but the material had
not quite set. Suddenly, we heard a knocking on the front
door& three faint taps. All of us froze. RAPTOR pulled the
wires from the outlet, and I opened the bathroom door. Hal
was whispering urgently into the radio. Blinded by the disguise
material, RAPTOR groped his way toward the door as I led
him by the hand, with Andrew and Hal close beside me.
Were we about to be caught red-handed? Andrew and Hal
slipped past us to ready the rope in the open window.
The knocking persisted. With my hand guiding his, RAPTOR
bent down, his mouth close to the door, and whispered in
Farsi.
Who s there? he asked, his voice muted because of the
disguise material covering half his face. It glowed weirdly in
the faint light.
It s me, Uncle, came the voice of a young boy.
It was the son of one of RAPTOR s relatives, who owned
several flats in the building. Slowly, we exhaled.
Do you need anything from the bazaar, Uncle? the boy
asked.
No, lad. Not now. Come see me later.
I will, Uncle. The child s footsteps faded away on the stairs.
RAPTOR AND I spent the next three days together at Hal s safe
house apartment. But safe was hardly an appropriate word:
In February, Hal
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had watched in horror as militants burst into the lobby with
a .50 caliber machine gun and started firing away at the high
brick walls of the nearby American embassy compound. Such
unpredictable and gratuitous violence seemed inevitable in a
country on the brink of anarchy. Even in the absence of organ-
ized surveillance, Revolutionary Guards, militant students
loyal to their own mullah or ayatollah, or renegade former
soldiers who had adopted Islamic zealotry, might simply de-
cide to break down our door in search of booty and capture
us in the process.
We planned to exfiltrate RAPTOR out through Mehrabad
Airport right under the noses of the Kometeh security service
and their armed enforcers, the Revolutionary Guards. We also
decided to transform RAPTOR into an elderly Jordanian
businessman, an Anglophile who favored rough tweed and
had adopted the British manner of the old Trans-Jordan pro-
tectorate. This persona was chosen because RAPTOR spoke
decent Arabic and could apply a British accent to the English
he had learned at U.S. military schools.
On the day before the scheduled departure, we assembled
all the elements of the disguise, wardrobe, and alias document-
ation. RAPTOR sat at the dining table of the flat in his lumpy
woolen suit, carefully scanning the well-worn passport and
other identity documents Andrew had provided. He looked
up and smiled, transformed into an old Arab salesman who
had traveled the Gulf states for decades, peddling oilfield
equipment and truck parts. I could tell from his expression
that we had managed to instill some trust in our subject, and
I could only hope that it was warranted.
Since RAPTOR had never seen Andrew undisguised, we
could use him as the spotter at the airport. His final task before
boarding RAPTOR s flight would be to make a phone call from
the public booth in the departure lounge and pass a go or
no go signal. If RAPTOR boarded
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the plane safely, Andrew could then identify himself after
takeoff and assume his duties as the Iranian s escort to freedom.
If things did not go well, Andrew would presumably witness
RAPTOR s capture and have seen where he was taken, then
report to us.
RAPTOR seemed comfortable in his clothing and with his
personal effects, which greatly augmented his disguise persona.
I had coached him for hours on how to walk and talk, and es-
pecially on the somewhat doddering manner to employ,
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