The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [151]
"True, but the Soviets never said - proclaimed - for two generations that they wanted to wipe you from the face of the earth. Tell the worthy President Fowler that such concerns are not so easily allayed."
Jack sighed. "I have. I did. Avi, I'm not your enemy."
"Neither are you my ally."
"Allies? We are now, General. The treaties are in force. General, my job is to provide information and analysis to my government. Policy is made by people senior to me, and smarter than me," Ryan added with deadpan irony.
"Oh? And who might they be?" General Ben Jakob smiled at the younger man. His voice dropped a few octaves. "You've been in the trade for what - not even ten years, Jack. The submarine business, what you did in Moscow, the role you played in the last election -"
Ryan tried to control his reaction, but failed. "Jesus, Avi!" How the hell did he find that out?
"You cannot take the Lord's name in vain, Dr Ryan," the deputy chief of the Mossad chided. "This is the City of God. Those Swiss chaps might shoot you. Tell the lovely Miss Elliot that if she pushes too hard, we still have friends in your media, and a story such as that " Avi smiled.
"Avi, if your people mention that to Liz, she will not know what you are talking about."
"Rubbish!" General Ben Jakob snorted.
"You have my word on that, sir."
It was General Ben Jakob's turn to be surprised. "That is difficult to believe."
Jack finished off the beer. "Avi, I've said what I can. Has it ever occurred to you that your information may not have come from an entirely reliable source? I will tell you this: I have no personal knowledge of what you alluded to. If there was any kind of deal, I was kept out of it. Okay, I have reason to believe that something may have happened, and I can even speculate what it might have been, but if I ever have to sit in front of a judge and answer questions, all I can say is that I do not know anything. And you, my friend, cannot blackmail someone with something that person doesn't know about. You'd have to do a pretty good selling job just to convince them that something had happened in the first place."
"My God, what Moore and Ritter set up really was elegant, wasn't it?"
Ryan set down his empty glass. "Things like that never happen in real life, General. That's movie stuff. Look, Avi, maybe that report you have is a little on the thin side. The spectacular ones often are. Reality never quite keeps up with art, after all." It was a good play. Ryan grinned to carry the point.
"Dr Ryan, in 1972 the Black September faction of the Palestine Liberation Organization contracted the Japanese Red Army to shoot up Ben Gurion Airport, which they did, killing off mainly American Protestant pilgrims from your island of Puerto Rico. The single terrorist taken alive by our security forces told his interrogators that his dead comrades and their victims would become a constellation of stars in the heavens. In prison he purportedly converted himself to Judaism, and even circumcised himself with his teeth, which speaks volumes for his flexibility," Brigadier General Avi Ben Jakob added matter-of-factly. "Do not ever tell me that there is something too mad to be true. I have been an intelligence officer for more than twenty years, and the only thing of which I am certain is that I have not yet seen it all."
"Avi, even I'm not that paranoid."
"You have never experienced a holocaust, Dr Ryan."
"Oh? Cromwell and the Potato Famine don't count? Get off that horse, General. We're deploying the U.S. troops here. If it comes to that, there will be American blood on the Negev, or Golan, or whatever."
"And what if -"
"Avi, you ask what if. If that what-if ever happens, General, I will fly here myself. I used to be a Marine. You know I've been shot at before. There will be no second Holocaust. Not while I live. My countrymen will not let it happen ever again. Not my government, Avi, my countrymen. We will not let that happen. If Americans have