The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [111]
"I see HAWK and HARPY are discussing affairs of state," Daga observed quietly.
"Helen, I didn't think you were so much of a prude," Pete Connor replied with a sly grin.
"None of my business, but in the old days people outside the door had to be eunuchs or something."
"Keep talking like that and Santa will drop coal in your stocking."
"I'd settle for that new automatic the FBI adopted," Daga said with a chuckle. "They're like teenagers. It's unseemly."
"Daga."
"I know, he's The Boss, and he's a big boy, and we have to look the other way. Relax, Pete, you think I'm going to blab to a reporter?" She opened the door to the fire stairs and saw three agents, two of whom had their FAG-bags at the ready.
"And I was about to offer you a drink, too " Connor said deadpan. It was a joke. He and Daga were non-drinkers while on duty, and they were nearly always on duty. It wasn't that he had never thought about getting into her pants. He was divorced, as was she, but it would never have worked, and that was that. She knew it, too, and grinned at him.
"I could use one - the stuff they have here is what I was raised on. What a crummy job this is!" A final look down the corridor. "Everybody's in place, Pete. I think we can call it a night."
"You really like the ten-millimeter?"
"Fired one last week up at Greenbelt. Got a possible with my first string. It doesn't get much better than that, lover."
Connor stopped dead in his tracks and laughed. "Christ, Daga!"
"People might notice?" D'Agustino batted her eyes at him. "See what I mean, Pete?"
"God, who ever heard of a Guinea puritan?"
Helen D'Agustino elbowed the senior agent in the ribs and made her way to the elevator. Pete was right. She was turning into a damned prude, and she'd never ever been like that. A passionate woman whose single attempt at marriage had collapsed because one household wasn't large enough for two assertive egos - at least not two Italian ones - she knew she was allowing her prejudices to color her judgment. That was not a healthy thing, even over something both trivial and divorced from her job. What HAWK did on his own time was his business, but the look in his eyes He was infatuated with the bitch. Daga wondered if any president had allowed that to happen. Probably, she admitted. They were only men, after all, and all men sometimes thought from the testicles instead of the brain. That the President should become a lackey of such a shallow woman as this - that was what offended her. But that, she admitted to herself, was both odd and inconsistent. After all, women didn't come much more liberated than she was. So why, she asked herself, was it bothering her? It had been too long a day for that. She needed sleep, and knew that she'd only get five or six hours before she was on duty again. Damn these overseas trips
"So what is it?" Qati asked, just after dawn. He'd been away the previous day, meeting some other guerrilla leaders, and also for a trip to the doctor, Ghosn knew, though he could not ask about that.
"Not sure." the engineer replied. "I'd guess a jamming pod, something like that."
"That's useful," the commander said at once. Despite the rapprochement, or whatever the key phrase was, between East and West, business was still business. The Russians still had a military, and that military still had weapons. Countermeasures