MAC WALKER'S BENGHAZI: The Complete Collection by D. W. Ulsterman Page B

to be sure, though contained no markings. He placed them up to his eyes and looked out at the property across the road from them that was now easily in sight from the upper floor of the safe house.
    “Son-of-a-bitch!”
    Mac was amazed at the distance and clarity capabilities of the binoculars, finding he could make out nearly every detail of that other home’s exterior, though the home was hundreds of yards away.
    “These are some amazing binoculars. Guessing Tilley had them left here for us.”
    A quick inspection of the other three upstairs rooms found them identical to the first – with the same pair of binoculars hanging outside of each room’s balcony. It was then Mac noted each of the four bedrooms had at least a partial view of the property across the road from the safe house.
    “So it looks like we’re supposed to sit up here and keep an eye one whoever that is living in the house across the street, huh?”
    Minnick’s words were exactly what Mac was thinking.
    “Yeah – looks that way. I’m gonna call Tilley again.”
    Minnick stepped onto the balcony and pointed out toward the property they believed they were to be watching.
    “Hey Mac – there’s company over there.”
    Without the binoculars, Mac could just make out the shape of a black SUV making its way past what appeared to be a possible guardhouse that was located on the right side of the gated entrance. Placing the binoculars to his eyes, Mac was able to clearly see a Department of State emblem on the SUV’s door panel, as well as at least one armed Libyan guard nod to the vehicle as it drove past. As he raised the binoculars up to follow the vehicle’s path while it drove into the property compound, Mac was also able to identify the barbed wire that rang the upper portion of the property’s wall.
    “They have the place ringed in barbed wire, with at least one armed guard at the gate. The guard looks to be Libyan. That’s a State Department vehicle that just went inside. Now what the hell is the State Department doing outside Benghazi, and why would they be using Libyan security?”
    Benny and Jack had joined Mac and Minnick on the balcony as Mac continued to peer through the binoculars at the increasingly mysterious property across the road.
    “Any word on a diplomatic consulate in Benghazi Mac?”
    Mac lowered the binoculars and looked back at Minnick. It was a good question, though one he didn’t have the faintest clue as to an answer. Before Mac could reply, Jack broke in with his own comment.
    “If that property over there is supposed to be an American diplomatic station, why so far from the main city? Why so far from local authorities? And why would they be using Libyans to guard the entrance? Suppose it could be a private security contract, but in a place this dangerous? Why not have some Marines out there handling it?”
    Benny was slowly scratching his chin as he contemplated Jack’s words while looking back at Mac.
    “He’s right Mac, that location is all wrong for some kind of diplomatic compound. Hell, it feels more like…like Spook work.”
    Mac’s eyebrows rose slightly at the possibility of the property they appeared to be placed here to do surveillance on could be some kind of CIA operation. Of the many assignments he and his crew had been given over the years, one involving spying on the spies would be a first.
    “I’m calling Tilley.”
    Mac walked back into the bedroom as he placed the call. This time, Tilley picked up on the first ring.
    “You inside?”
    Tilley was getting right to it.
    “Yeah – we’re upstairs looking out at our neighbors.”
    Tilley paused briefly.
    “Good. You already know what you’re there for then.”
    Mac stood in the middle of the bedroom with the cell phone to his ear while slowly shaking his head at Tilley’s words.
    “No, not really. What should we tell you about the neighbors?”
    Again Tilley paused briefly before answering.
    “Keep your eyes on them 24/7. Keep mental