Red Rabbit - Tom Clancy [235]
"Let's go inside. There's a rather nice bar," Hudson told him.
And so there was, off to the right and down some steps, almost like a New York City disco bar, though not quite as noisy. The band wasn't there yet, just some records playing, and not too loudly. The music, Jack noted, was American. How odd. Hudson ordered a couple glasses of Tokaji.
Ryan sipped his. It wasn't bad.
"It's bottled in California, too, I think. Your chaps call it Tokay, the national drink of Hungary. It's an acquired taste, but better than grappa."
Ryan chuckled. "I know. That's Italian for 'lighter fluid.' My uncle Mario used to love it. De gustibus, as they say." He looked around. There was nobody within twenty feet. "Can we talk?"
"Better just to look about. I'll come here tonight. This bar closes after midnight, and I need to see what the staff is like. Our Rabbit is in Room 307. Third floor, corner. Easy access via the fire stairs. Three entrances, front and either side. If, as I expect, there's only a single clerk at the desk, it's just a matter of distracting him to get our packages up and the Rabbit family out."
"Packages up?"
Hudson turned. "Didn't they tell you?"
"Tell me what?"
Bloody hell, Hudson thought, they never get the necessary information out to everyone who needs it. Never changes.
"We'll talk about it later," he told Ryan.
Uh-oh, Ryan thought at once. Something was up that he wouldn't like. Sure as hell. Maybe he should have brought his Browning with him. Oh, shit. He finished his drink and went looking for the men's room. The symbology helped. The room had not been recently scrubbed, and it was a good thing he didn't need to sit down. He emerged to find Andy waiting for him, and followed him back outside. Soon they were back in his car.
"Okay, can we discuss that little problem now?" Jack asked.
"Later," Hudson told him. It just made Ryan worry a little more.
* * *
THE PACKAGES WERE just arriving at the airport—three rather large boxes with diplomatic stickers on them—and an official from the embassy was at the ramp to make sure they weren't tampered with. Someone had made sure to put them in identifying boxes from an electronics company—the German company Siemens, in this case—thus making it seem that they were coding machines or something else bulky and sensitive. They were duly loaded in the embassy's own light truck and driven downtown with nothing more than curiosity in their wake. The presence of an embassy officer had prevented their being x-rayed, and that was important. That might have damaged the microchips inside, of course, the customs people at the airport thought, and so made up their official report to the Belügyminisztérium. Soon it would be reported to everyone interested, including the KGB, that the U.K. Budapest Embassy had taken on some new encryption gear. The information would be duly filed and forgotten.
* * *
"ENJOY YOUR TOUR?" Hudson asked, back in his office.
"Beats doing a real audit. Okay, Andy," Ryan shot back. "You want to walk me through this?"
"The idea comes from your people. We're to get the Rabbit family out in such a way that KGB think them dead, and hence not defectors who will cooperate with the West. To that end, we have three bodies to put into the hotel room after we get Flopsy, Mopsy, and Cotton-tail out."
"Okay, that's right," Ryan said. "Simon told me about it. Then what?"
"Then we torch the room. The three bodies are victims of domestic fires. They ought to have arrived today."
All Ryan could still feel was a visceral disgust. His face showed it.
"This is not always a tidy business, Sir John," the SIS COS informed his guest.
"Christ, Andy! Where are the bodies from?"
"Does that matter to anyone?"
A long breath. "No, I suppose not." Ryan shook his head. "Then what?"
"We drive them south. We'll meet with an agent of mine, Istvan Kovacs, a professional smuggler who is being well paid to get us over the border into Yugoslavia. From there into Dalmatia. Quite a few of my countrymen