Debt of Honor - Tom Clancy [146]
"That was a fine speech, Goto-san." Yamata poured a generous amount of sake into an exquisite porcelain cup. "You made things so clear."
"Did you see how they responded to me!" The little man was bubbling now, his enthusiasm making his body swell before his host's eyes.
"And tomorrow you will have your cabinet, and the day after you will have a new office, Hiroshi."
"You're certain?"
A nod and a smile that conveyed true respect. "Of course I am. My colleagues and I have spoken with our friends, and they have come to agree with us that you are the only man suited to save our country."
"When will it begin?" Goto asked, suddenly sobered by the words, remembering exactly what his ascension would mean.
"When the people are with us."
"Are you sure we can—"
"Yes, I am sure." Yamata paused. "There is one problem, however."
"What is that?"
"Your lady friend, Hiroshi. If the knowledge becomes public that you have an American mistress, it compromises you. We cannot afford that," Yamata explained patiently. "I hope you will understand."
"Kimba is a most pleasant diversion for me," Goto objected politely.
"I have no doubt of it, but the Prime Minister can have his choice of diversions, and in any case we will be busy in the next month." The amusing part was that he could build up the man on one hand and reduce him on the other, just as easily as he manipulated a child. And yet there was something disturbing about it all. More than one thing. How much had he told the girl?
And what to do with her now?
"Poor thing, to send her home now, she will never know happiness again."
"Undoubtedly true, but it must be done, my friend. Let me handle it for you? Better it should be done quietly, discreetly. You are on the television every day now. You cannot be seen to frequent that area as a private citizen would. There is too great a danger."
The man about to be Prime Minister looked down, sipping his drink, so transparently measuring his personal pleasure against his duties to his country, surprising Yamata yet again—but no, not really. Goto was Goto, and he'd been chosen for his elevation as much—more—for his weaknesses than his strengths.
"Hai," he said after reflection. "Please see to it."
"I know what to do," Yamata assured him.
15—A Damned, Foolish Thing
Behind Ryan's desk was a gadget called a STU-6. The acronym probably meant "secure telephone unit," but he had never troubled himself to find out. It was about two feet square, and contained in a nicely made oak cabinet handcrafted by the inmates of a federal prison. Inside were a half dozen green circuit-boards, populated with various chips whose function was to scramble and unscramble telephone signals. Having one of these in the office was one of the better government status symbols.
"Yeah," Jack said, reaching back for the receiver.
"MP here. Something interesting came in. SANDALWOOD," Mrs. Foley said, her voice distinct on the digital line. "Flip on your fax?"
"Go ahead and send it." The STU-6 did that, too, fulfilling the function with a simple phone line that headed to Ryan's facsimile printer. "Did you get the word to them—"
"Yes, we did."
"Okay, wait a minute…" Jack took the first page and started reading it.
"This is Clark?" he asked.
"Correct. That's why I'm fast-tracking it over to you. You know the guy as well as I do."
"I saw the TV coverage. CNN says their crew got a little roughed up…" Ryan worked his way down the first page.
"Somebody bounced a soda can off the producer's head. Nothing more serious than a headache, but it's the first time anything like that has happened over there—that Ed and I remember, anyway."
"Goddamn it!" Ryan said next.
"I thought you'd like that part."
"Thanks for the heads-up, Mary Pat."
"Glad to help." The line went dead.
Ryan took his time. His temper, he knew, was always his greatest enemy. He decided to give himself a moment to stand and head out of his office to the nearest water cooler, which was tucked in his secretary's office. Foggy Bottom, he'd heard, had once been a nice marsh before