The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [293]
Ricks was just fast enough to realize that he had crossed over a line, that there really were no 'off the record' talks in the Navy. He had defied his squadron commander, a man already on the fast track, a man trusted and believed by the Pentagon and the OP-02 bureaucracy.
"Sir, excuse me for being so positive. It's just that nobody likes to be called down when -"
Mancuso smiled as he cut the man off. "No problem, Harry. We Italians tend to be a little passionate, too." Too late, Harry
"Maybe you're right. Let me think it over. Besides, if I tangle with that Akula, I'll show you what my people can do."
Little late to talk about 'my people,' fella. But Mancuso had to give him the chance, didn't he? Not much of a chance, but a little one. If there were a miracle, then he might reconsider. Might. Bart told himself, if this arrogant little prick decides to kiss my ass at the main gate at noon on the Fourth of July while the marching band passes by.
"Sessions like this are supposed to be uncomfortable for everybody," the squadron commander said. Ricks would end up as an engineering expert, and a good one, once Mancuso got rid of him, and there was no disgrace in topping out as a captain, was there? Not for a good man, anyway.
"Nothing else?" Golovko asked.
"Not a thing," the Colonel replied.
"And our officer?"
"I saw his widow two days ago. I told her that he was dead, but that we were unable to recover the body. She took the news badly. It is a hard thing to see so lovely a face in tears." the man reported quietly.
"What about the pension, other arrangements?"
"I am seeing to it myself."
"Good, those damned paper-pushers don't seem to care about anyone or anything. If there's a problem, let me know."
"I have nothing more to suggest from the technical-intelligence side," the Colonel went on. "Can you follow up elsewhere?"
"We're still rebuilding our network inside their defense ministry. Preliminary indications are that there is nothing, that the new Germany has disavowed the whole DDK project," Golovko said. "There is a hint that American and British agencies have made similar inquiries and come away satisfied."
"It is unlikely, I think, that German nuclear weapons would be a matter of immediate concern to the Americans or the English."
"True. We are carrying on, but I do not expect to find anything. I think this is an empty hole."
"In that case, Sergey Nikolayevich, why was our man murdered?"
"We still don't know that, damn it!"
"Yes, I suppose he might now be working for the Argentinians "
"Colonel, remember your place!"
"I have not forgotten it. Nor have I forgotten that when someone troubles to murder an intelligence officer there is a good reason for it."
"But there's nothing there! At least three intelligence services are looking. Our people in Argentina are still working -"
"Oh, yes, the Cubans?"
"Correct, that was their area of responsibility, and we can scarcely depend on their assistance now, can we?"
The colonel closed his eyes. What had KGB come to? "I still think we should press on."
"Your recommendation is noted. The operation is not over."
Exactly what he could do now, Golovko thought after the man left, exactly what new avenues he should explore he didn't know. He had a goodly percentage of his field force sniffing for leads, but as yet there was nothing. This miserable profession was so much like police work, wasn't it?
Marvin Russell went over his requirements. Certainly these were generous people. He still had almost all of the money he'd brought over. He'd even