Debt of Honor - Tom Clancy [288]
Jackson was looking at a satellite photo only an hour old showing four ships in line-ahead formation, and fighters dispersed at both the airfields. He made a note and nodded.
"What's it like there?" Robby asked. "I mean, they hassling anybody, arrests, that sort of thing?" He heard the voice at the other end snort.
"Negative, sir. Everybody's just nice as can be. Hell, they're on TV all the time, the public-access cable channel, telling us how much money they plan to spend here and all the things they're gonna do for us." Robby heard the disgust in the man's voice.
"Fair enough. I might not always be here. I do have to get a little sleep, but this line is set aside for your exclusive use now, okay?"
"Roger that, Admiral."
"Play it real cool, Master Chief. No heroic shit, okay?"
"That's kid stuff, sir. I know better," Oreza assured him.
"Then close down, Oreza. Good work." Jackson heard the line go dead before he set his phone down. "Better you than me, man," he added to himself. Then he looked over at the next desk.
"Got it on tape," an Air Force intelligence officer told him. "He confirms the satellite data. I'm inclined to believe that he's still safe."
"Let's keep him that way. I don't want anybody calling out to them without my say-so," Jackson ordered.
"Roge-o, sir." I don't think we can anyway, he didn't add.
"Tough day?" Paul Robberton asked.
"I've had worse," Ryan answered. But this crisis was too new for so confident an evaluation. "Does your wife mind…?"
"She's used to having me away, and we'll get a routine figured out in a day or so." The Secret Service agent paused. "How's the Boss doing?"
"As usual he gets the hard parts. We all dump on him, right?" Jack admitted, looking out the window as they turned off Route 50. "He's a good man, Paul."
"So are you, doc. We were all pretty glad to get you back." He paused. "How tough is it?" The Secret Service had the happy circumstance of needing to know almost everything, which was just as well, since they overheard almost everything anyway.
"Didn't they tell you? The Japanese have built nukes. And they have ballistic launchers to deliver them."
Paul's hands tightened on the wheel. "Lovely. But they can't be that crazy."
"On the evening of December 7, 1941, USS Enterprise pulled into Pearl Harbor to refuel and rearm. Admiral Bill Halsey was riding the bridge, as usual, and looked at the mess from the morning's strike and said, 'When this war is over, the Japanese language will be spoken only in hell.' " Ryan wondered why he'd just said that.
"That's in your book. It must have been a good line for the guys around him."
"I suppose. If they use their nukes, that's what'll happen to them. Yeah, they have to know that," Ryan said, his fatigue catching up with him.
"You need about eight hours, Dr. Ryan, maybe nine," Robberton said judiciously. "It's like with us. Fatigue really messes up your higher-brain functions. The Boss needs you sharp, doc, okay?"
"No argument there. I might even have a drink tonight," Ryan thought aloud.
There was an extra car in the driveway, Jack saw, and a new face that looked out the window as the official car pulled into the parking pad.
"That's Andrea. I already talked with her. Your wife had a good lecture today, by the way. Everything went just fine."
"Good thing we have two guest rooms." Jack chuckled as he walked into the house. The mood was happy enough, and it seemed that Cathy and Agent Price were getting along. The two agents conferred while Ryan ate a light dinner.
"Honey, what's going on?" Cathy asked.
"We're involved in a major crisis with Japan, plus the Wall Street thing."
"But how come—"
"Everything that's happened so far has