The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [256]
"It never ends, does it? We win the Cold War, but it never, ever ends."
"Which Greek was it? The one whose personal hell was rolling a big rock up a hill, and every time he got it there the son-of-a-bitch rolled down the other side."
"Sisyphus - Tantalus, perhaps? Long time since I bade farewell to Oxford, Sir John. In either case, you're right. Get to the top of one hill and all you see is another damned hill." They continued walking down the embankment, away from Parliament, but towards lunch. Meetings like this one had rules. You couldn't get down to business until after the small talk and a pregnant pause. In this case, there were some off-season American tourists snapping pictures. Charleston and Ryan walked around to avoid them.
"We have a problem, Bas."
"What's that?" Charleston said, without turning. Behind them were three security officers. Two more preceded them.
Jack didn't turn either. "We have a guy inside the Kremlin. Spends some time with Narmonov. Says Andrey Il'ych is worried about a military/KGB coup. Says that they might renege on the strategic-arms treaty. Also says that some tactical nuclear devices may be missing from their inventories in Germany."
"Indeed? That's cheery news. How good is your source?"
"Extremely good."
"Well, I can say it's news to me, Dr Ryan."
"How good is your guy?" Jack asked.
"Quite good."
"Nothing like this?"
"Some rumbles, of course. I mean, Narmonov does have a full plate, doesn't he? Ever since that dreadful affair with the Balts, and the Georgians, and his Muslims. What is it you Yanks say, "one-armed paper hanger"? He's that busy and more. He's had to make a deal with his security forces, but a coup d'etat?" Charleston shook his head. "No. The tea leaves don't appear that way to us."
"That's precisely what our agent is telling us. What about the nuclear thing?"
"I'm afraid our chap isn't well-placed for that sort of information. More the civilian side, you see." And that, Jack knew, was as far as Basil would go. "How seriously are you taking this?"
"Very seriously. I have to. This agent has been giving us good stuff for a lot of years."
"One of Mrs Foley's recruits?" Charleston asked with a chuckle. "What a marvelous young lady. I understand she recently delivered another child?"
"Little girl, Emily Sarah, looks just like her mom." Jack thought he'd dodged the first question rather adroitly. "Mary Pat will be back at work right after New Year."
"Ah, yes, you do have that fortress nursery on your grounds, don't you?"
"One of the smartest investments we ever made. Wish I'd thought of it."
"You Americans!" Sir Basil laughed. "Missing nuclear weapons. Yes, I suppose one must take that very seriously indeed. Possible collusion between the army and KGB and a tactical-nuclear trump. Quite frightening, I must say, but we have not heard a whisper. Rather a difficult secret to keep, wouldn't you say? I mean, blackmail doesn't work terribly well unless people know they're being blackmailed."
"We've also caught a rumble that KGB is running some nuclear-oriented operation in Germany. That's all, just a rumble."
"Yes, we've heard that too," Charleston said, as they turned to walk down the brow to the Tattersall Castle, an old paddle steamer long since converted to a restaurant.
"And?"
"And we've run our own op. It seems that Erich Honecker had his own little Manhattan Project underway. Fortunately, it died in the womb. Ivan was quite upset to learn of it. The DDK returned a goodly supply of plutonium to their former socialist colleagues just before the change. I speculate that KGB is investigating the same thing."
"Why didn't you tell us?" Jesus, Bas. Jack thought. You guys just don't forget, do you?
"Nothing to tell, Jack." Charleston nodded at the head waiter, who took them to a table well aft. The security officers situated themselves between their charges and the rest of luncheoning humanity. "Our German friends have been very forthcoming. The project, they say, has been