The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [451]
"Sir, that is not possible," Rosselli replied.
"Why?" Jack asked. Though his heart was racing, he forced himself to control his breathing. He had to be cool be cool be cool now.
"Sir, the whole point of this link is that the only two people on it are -"
"One of them, maybe both now, is not playing with a full deck. Captain, you can see where we are. I can't force you to do this. I'm asking you to think. You just used your head a moment ago. Use it again," Ryan said calmly.
"Sir, they'll lock us up for doing this," the Link supervisor said.
"You have to be alive to be locked up," Jack said. "We are at SNAPCOUNT right now. You people know how serious this is. Captain Rosselli, you are the senior officer present, and you make the call."
"I see everything you put on that machine before it's transmitted."
"Fair enough. Can I type it myself?"
"Yes. You type, and it's crossloaded and encrypted before it goes out."
A Marine sergeant made room for him. Jack sat down and lit a cigarette, ignoring the signs prohibiting the vice. ANDREY IL'YCH, Ryan tapped in slowly, THIS IS JACK RYAN.
DO YOU STILL MAKE YOUR OWN FIRES IN THE DACHA?
"Okay?"
Rosselli nodded to the NCO sitting next to Ryan. "Transmit."
"What is this?" the Defense Minister asked. Four men hovered over the terminal. A Soviet Army major translated.
"Something's wrong here," the communications officer said. This is -"
"Send back, 'Do you remember who it was who bandaged your knee?' "
"What?"
"Send it!" Narmonov said.
They waited for two minutes.
YOUR BODYGUARD ANATOLIY ASSISTED ME, BUT MY TROUSERS WERE RUINED.
"It's Ryan."
"Make sure," Golovko said.
The translator looked at his screen. "It says, 'And our friend is doing well' "
Ryan typed: HE RECEIVED AN HONORABLE BURIAL AT CAMP DAVID.
"What the hell?" Rosselli asked.
"There aren't twenty people in the world who know this. He's making sure it's really me," Jack said. His fingers were poised over the keys.
"That looks like bullshit."
"Okay, fine, it's bullshit, but does it hurt anything?" Ryan demanded.
"Send it."
"What the hell is this?" Fowler shouted. "Who's doing this-"
"Sir, we have an incoming from the President. He's ordering us to -"
"Ignore it," Jack said coldly.
"God damn it, I can't!"
"Captain, the President has lost control. If you allow him to shut me off, your family, my family, a whole lot of people are going to die. Captain, your oath is to the Constitution, not to the President. Now, you look over those messages again and tell me that I'm wrong!"
"From Moscow," the translator said. " 'Ryan, what is happening?' "
PRESIDENT NARMONOV:
WE HAVE BEEN THE VICTIMS OF A TERRORIST ACT. THERE WAS MUCH CONFUSION HERE, BUT WE NOW HAVE POSITIVE EVIDENCE AS TO THE ORIGIN OF THE WEAPON. WE ARE CERTAIN THAT THE WEAPON WAS NOT SOVIET. I REPEAT WE ARE CERTAIN THE WEAPON WAS NOT SOVIET. WE ARE NOW ATTEMPTING TO APPREHEND THE TERRORISTS. WE MAY HAVE THEM WITHIN THE NEXT FEW MINUTES.
"Send back, 'Why has your president accused us of this?' " There was another pause of two minutes.
PRESIDENT NARMONOV:
WE HAVE BEEN THE VICTIMS OF GREAT CONFUSION HERE. WE HAVE HAD SOME INTELLIGENCE REPORTS OF POLITICAL TURMOIL IN THE SOVIET UNION. THESE REPORTS WERE FALSE, BUT THEY CONFUSED US GREATLY. IN ADDITION, THE OTHER INCIDENTS HAVE HAD AN INCENDIARY EFFECT ON BOTH SIDES.
"That's true enough."
"Pete, you get people in there just as fast as you can and arrest this man!"
Connor couldn't say no to that, despite the look he received from Helen D'Agustino. He called Secret Service headquarters and relayed the message.
"He asks, 'what you - what do you suggest?' "
I ASK THAT YOU TRUST US, AND ALLOW US TO TRUST YOU. WE BOTH MUST BACK AWAY FROM THIS. I SUGGEST THAT BOTH YOU AND WE REDUCE THE ALERT LEVELS OF STRATEGIC FORCES AND GIVE ORDERS TO ALL TROOPS TO EITHER HOLD IN PLACE OR WITHDRAW AWAY FROM ANY SOVIET OR AMERICAN UNIT IN CLOSE PROXIMITY, AND IF POSSIBLE THAT ALL SHOOTING BE STOPPED IMMEDIATELY.
"Well?"