Clear and present danger - Tom Clancy [368]
Trent and Fellows could scarcely have been further apart politically, the gay New Englander and the tough-minded Mormon from Arizona. They nodded agreement.
"No games on this," Trent said.
"It would just hurt the country," Fellows concurred.
"And what we've just done…" Ryan murmured. Whatever the hell it was…
"You didn't do it," Trent said. "The rest of us did."
"Right," Jack snorted. "Well, I'm gone soon, too."
"Think so?" Fellows asked.
"Not so, Dr. Ryan. We don't know who Fowler is going to appoint, probably some political lawyer he likes. I know the names on the list," Trent said.
"It sure as hell won't be me. He doesn't like me," Ryan said.
"He doesn't have to like you, and you're not going to be Director. But you will be here," Trent told him. Deputy Director, maybe, the congressman thought to himself.
"We'll see." Fellows said. "What if things turn out differently in November? Fowler may just screw it up yet."
"You have my word, Sam," Trent replied. "If that happens, it happens."
"There is one wild card, though," Ritter pointed out.
"I've already discussed that with Bill Shaw," Moore said. "It's funny. The only law he actually broke was illegal entry. None of the data he got out of her was technically classified. Amazing, isn't it?"
Ryan shook his head and left work early. He had an appointment with his attorney, who would soon be establishing an educational trust for seven kids living in Florida.
The infantrymen were cycled through Fort MacDill's special-operations center. Told that their operation had been a success, they were sworn to secrecy, given their promotions, and sent on to new postings. Except for one.
"Chavez?" a voice called.
"Yo, Mr. Clark."
"Buy you dinner?"
"There a good Mexican place around here?"
"Maybe I can find one."
"What's the occasion?"
"Let's talk jobs," Clark said. "There's an opening where I work. It pays better than what you do now. You'll have to go back to school for a couple of years, though."
"I've been thinkin' about that," Chavez replied. He'd been thinking that he was officer material. If he'd been in command instead of Ramirez, maybe - or maybe not. But he did want to find out.
"You're good, kid. I want you to work with me."
Chavez thought about that. At least he'd get a dinner out of the idea.
Captain Bronco Winters was dispatched to an F-15 squadron in Germany, where he distinguished himself and was soon a flight leader. He was a calmer young man now. He'd exorcised the demons of his mother's death. Winters would never look back. He'd had a job, and done it.
It was a cold, dismal fall after a hot, muggy summer in Washington. The political city emptied out for the presidential election, which shared that November with all of the House seats and a third of the Senate, plus hundreds of political-appointment slots in the executive branch. In the early fall, the FBI broke several Cuban-run spy rings, but strangely that was politically neutral. Although arresting a drug ring was a police success, arresting a spy ring was seen as a failure because of the existence of a spy ring in the first place. There was no political advantage except in the Cuban refugee community, whose votes might as well already have been cast anyway, since Fowler was talking about "opening a dialogue" with the Cuba they had left. The President regained the lead after his own convention, but ran a lackluster campaign and fired two key political advisers. But most of all, it was time for a change, and though it was close. Robert Fowler carried the election with a bare 2 percent advantage in the popular vote. Some called it a mandate; others called it a sloppy campaign on both sides. The latter was closer to the truth, Ryan thought after it was all over.
All over the city and its environs, displaced appointees made preparations to move home - wherever home was - or to move into law offices so that they could stay in the area. Congress hadn't changed very much, but Congress rarely did. Ryan remained in his office, wondering if he'd be confirmed as the next DDL It was too soon to