The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [35]
"God damn it, Charlie! Israel isn't-"
"I know that, Marcus. They're not. They're really not. But the only way they can prove that is to change, to become true to what they have always claimed to be. If they stonewall on this, Marcus, they're doomed. They'll lean on their political lobby and find out it isn't there anymore. If it goes that far, then they embarrass our government even more than it already is, and we'll be faced with the possible necessity of overtly cutting them off. We can't do that either. We must find another alternative." Alden turned back from the window. "Ryan, that idea of yours is now on the front burner. I'll handle the President and State. The only way we can get Israel out of this is to find some kind of a peace plan that works. Call your friend at Georgetown and tell him it's no longer a study. Call it Project PILGRIMAGE. By tomorrow morning I need a good sketch of what we want to do, and how we want to do it."
"That's awful fast, sir," Ryan observed.
"Then don't let me stop you, Jack. If we don't move quickly on this, God only knows what might happen. You know Scott Adler at State?"
"We've talked a few times."
"He's Brent Talbot's best man. I suggest you get together with him after you check with your friends. He can cover your backside on the State Department flank. We can't trust that bureaucracy to do anything fast. Better pack some bags, boy, you're going to be busy. I want facts, positions, and a gold-plated evaluation just as fast as you can generate it, and I want it done black as a coal mine." That last remark was aimed at Cabot. "If this is going to work, we can't risk a single leak."
"Yes, sir," Ryan said. Cabot just nodded.
Jack had never been in the faculty residence at Georgetown. It struck him as odd, but he shoved that thought aside as breakfast was served. Their table overlooked a parking lot.
"You were right, Jack," Riley observed. "That was nothing to wake up to."
"What's the word from Rome?"
"They like it," the president of Georgetown University replied simply.
"How much?" Ryan asked.
"You're serious?"
"Alden told me two hours ago that this is now on the front burner."
Riley accepted this news with a nod. "Trying to save Israel, Jack?"
Ryan didn't know how much humor was in the question, and his physical state did not allow levity. "Father, all I'm doing is following up on something - you know, orders?"
"I am familiar with the term. Your timing was pretty good on floating this thing."
"Maybe so, but let's save the Nobel Prize for some other time, okay?"
"Finish your breakfast. We can still catch everybody over there before lunch, and you look pretty awful."
"I feel pretty awful," Ryan admitted.
"Everybody should stop drinking about forty," Riley observed. "After forty you really can't handle it anymore."
"You didn't," Jack noted.
"I'm a priest. I have to drink. What exactly are you looking for?"
"If we can get preliminary agreement from the major players, we want to get negotiations going ASAP, but this end of the equation has to be done very quietly. The President needs a quick evaluation of his options. That's what I'm doing."
"Will Israel play?"
"If they don't, they're fucked - excuse me, but that's exactly where things are."
"You're right, of course, but will they have the sense to recognize their position?"
"Father, all I do is gather and evaluate information. People keep asking me to tell fortunes, but I don't know how. What I do know is that what we saw on TV is going to ignite the biggest firestorm since Hiroshima, and we sure as hell have to try to do something before it bums up a whole region."
"Eat. I have to think for a few minutes, and I do that best when I'm chewing on something."
It was good advice, Ryan knew a few minutes later. The food soaked up the coffee acid in his stomach, and the energy from the food would help him get through the day. Inside an hour, he was on the move again, this