The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [466]
"Besides," Ryan added, "you know how we would react to such a thing."
"You accuse me of the ability to do such a thing?"
"You accuse us of such things regularly. But in this case, you were mistaken."
"You hate me."
"I have no love for you," Jack admitted readily. "You are the enemy of my country. You have supported those who kill my fellow citizens. You have taken pleasure in the deaths of people whom you have never met."
"And yet you refused to allow your President to kill me."
"That is incorrect. I refused to allow my President to destroy the city."
"Why?"
"If you truly think yourself a man of God, how can you ask such a question?"
"You are an unbeliever!"
"Wrong. I believe, just as you do, but in a different way.
Are we so different? Prince Ali doesn't think so. Does peace between us frighten you so much as that? Or do you fear gratitude more than hate? In any case, you asked why, and I will answer. I was asked to assist in the deaths of innocent people. I could not live with that on my conscience. It was as simple as that. Even the deaths of those I should perhaps consider unbelievers. Is that so hard for you to understand?"
Prince Ali said something that he didn't bother to translate, perhaps a quote from the Koran. It sounded stylized and poetic. Whatever it was, Daryaei nodded and spoke one last time to Ryan.
"I will consider this. Goodbye."
Burling settled into the chair for the first time. Arnold van Damm sat across the room.
"You handled matters well."
"Was there anything else we could have done?"
"I suppose not. It's today, then?"
"Right."
"Ryan's handling it?" Burling asked, looking through the summary sheets.
"Yes, it seemed the best thing to do."
"I want to see him when he gets back."
"Didn't you know? He resigned. As of today, he's out," van Damm said.
"The hell you say!"
"He's out," Arnie reiterated.
Burling shook his finger at the man. "Before you leave, you tell him that I want him in my office."
"Yes, Mr President."
The executions were at noon on Saturday, six days after the bomb exploded. The people gathered, Ghosn and Qati were led out into the market square. They were given time to pray. It was a first for Jack, being a spectator at something like this. Murray just stood, his face set. Clark and Chavez, along with a gaggle of security personnel, were mainly watching the crowd.
"It just seems so inconsequential," Ryan said as the event got underway.
"It is not! The world will learn from this," Prince Ali said solemnly. "Many will learn. This is justice happening. That is the lesson."
"Some lesson." Ryan turned to look at his companions atop the building. He'd had time to reflect, and all he saw was - what? Ryan didn't know. He'd done his job, but what had it all meant? "The deaths of sixty thousand people who never should have died put an end to wars that need never have been? Is that how history is made, Ali?"
"All men die, Jack. Insh-Allah, never again in numbers so great. You stopped it, you prevented something worse. What you did, my friend the blessings of God go with you."
"I would have confirmed the launch order," Avi said, his voice uncomfortable in its frankness. "And then? I would have blown my brains out, perhaps? Who can say? Of this I am certain: I would not have had the courage to say no."
"Nor I," Golovko said.
Ryan said nothing as he looked back down at the square. He'd missed the first one, but that was all right.
Even though Qati knew it was coming, it didn't matter. As with so many things in life, it was all controlled by reflex. A soldier prodded his side with a sword, barely enough to break the skin. Instantly, Qati's back arched, his neck extended itself in an involuntary flinch. The captain of the Saudi Special Forces already had his sword moving. He must have practiced, Jack realized a moment later, because the head was removed with a single stroke as deceptively powerful as a ballet master's. Qati's head landed a meter or