Executive orders - Tom Clancy [262]
You will, for the most part, not be armed in the field. You will survive by your wits. You will sometimes be at risk of your life. I've lost friends in the field, some in places you know about, and some in places you don't. The world may be kinder and gentler now, but not everywhere. You're not going to be going to the nice places, guys, John promised them. In the back of the room, Ding Chavez was struggling hard not to smile. That little greasy guy is my partner and he's engaged to my little girl. No sense, Domingo knew, in scaring them all away.
What's good about the job? Well, what's good about being a cop? Answer: every bad guy you put away saves lives on the street. In this job, getting the right information to the right people saves lives, too. Lots, Clark emphasized. When we do the job right, wars don't happen.
Anyway, welcome aboard. I am your supervising teacher. You will find the training here stimulating and difficult. It starts at eight-thirty tomorrow morning. With that John left the podium and walked to the back of the room. Chavez opened the door for him and they walked out into the fresh air.
Gee, Mr. C., where do I sign up?
God damn it, Ding, I had to say something. It had been John's longest oration in some years.
So, to get these rookies aboard, what did Foley have to do?
The RIFs have begun, m'boy. Hell, Ding, we had to get things started, didn't we?
I think you should have waited a few weeks. Foley isn't confirmed by the Senate yet. Better to wait, Chavez thought. But I'm just a junior spook.
I keep forgetting how smart you've gotten.
SO WHO THE hell is Zhang Han San? Ryan asked.
Somewhere in his fifties, but young looking for his age, ten kilos overweight, five four or so, medium everything, so says our friend, Dan Murray reported from his written notes. Quiet and thoughtful, and he stiffed Yamata.
Oh? Mary Pat Foley said. How so?
Yamata was on Saipan when we got control of things. He placed a call to Beijing, looking to bug out to a safe place. Mr. Zhang reacted as though it were a cold call. 'What deal? We don't have any deal,' the FBI Director mimicked. And after that, the calls didn't go through at all. Our Japanese friend regards that as a personal betrayal.
Sounds as though he's singing like a canary, Ed Foley observed. Does that strike anybody as suspicious?
No, Ryan said. In World War Two, what Japanese prisoners we took talked plenty.
The President's right, Murray confirmed. I asked Tanaka about that myself. He says it's a cultural thing. Yamata wants to take his own life-the honorable way out in their cultural context-but they've got him on suicide watch-not even shoestrings. The resulting disgrace is so great for the guy that he has no particular reason to keep secrets. Hell of an interrogation technique. Anyway, Zhang is supposedly a diplomat-Yamata said he was titularly part of a trade delegation-but State's never heard of him. The Japanese have no records of the name on any diplomatic list. That makes him a spook, as far as I'm concerned, and so He looked over at the Foleys.
I ran the name, Mary Pat said. Zippo. But who's to say it's a real name?
Even if it were, her husband added, we don't know that much about their intelligence people. If I had to guess-and he did-he's political. Why? He cut a deal, a quiet one but a big one. Their military is still on an increased readiness and training regime because of that deal, which is why the Russians are still nervous. Whoever this guy is, best guess, he's a very serious player. Which wasn't exactly an earth-shaking revelation.
Anything you can do to find out? Murray inquired delicately.
Mrs. Foley shook her head. No assets in place, at least nothing we can use for this. We have a good husband-wife team in Hong Kong, setting up a nice little network. We have a couple of assets in Shanghai.