The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [69]
On the President's right was his Chief of Staff, Arnold van Damm. This was, after all, a political assembly, and political advice was of paramount import. Next to van Damm was Elizabeth Elliot, the new National Security Advisor. She looked rather severe today, Ryan noted, dressed in an expensive suit with a wispy cravat knotted around her pretty, thin neck. Beside her was Marcus Cabot, Director of Central Intelligence, and Ryan's immediate boss.
The second-rank people were farther away from the seat of power, of course. Ryan and Adler were at the far end of the table, both to separate them from the President and to allow their fuller visibility to the senior members of the conference when they began speaking.
"This your year, Dennis?" the President asked the SecDef.
"You bet it is!" Bunker said. I've waited long enough, but with those two new linebackers, this year we're going to Denver."
"Then you'll meet the Vikings there," Talbot observed. "Dennis, you had the first draft pick, why didn't you take Tony Wills?"
"I have three good running backs. I needed linebackers, and that kid from Alabama is the best I've ever seen."
"You'll regret it," the Secretary of State pronounced. Tony Wills had been drafted from Northwestern. An academic all-American, Rhodes Scholar, winner of the Heisman Trophy, and the kid who had almost single-handedly resurrected Northwestern as a football school, Wills had been Talbot's prize student. By all accounts an exceptional young man, people were already talking about his future in politics. Ryan thought that premature, even in America's changing political landscape. "He'll kick your butt, third game of the season. And then again in the Superbowl, if your team makes it that far, which I doubt, Dennis."
"We'll see," Bunker snorted.
The President laughed as he arranged his papers. Liz Elliot tried and failed to hide her disapproval, Jack noted from twenty feet away. Her papers were already arranged, her pen in its place to make notes, and her face impatient at the locker-room talk at her end of the table. Well, she had the job she'd angled for, even if it had taken a death - Ryan had heard the details by now - to get it for her.
"I think we'll call the meeting to order," President Fowler said. Noise in the room stopped cold. "Mr Adler, could you fill us in on what happened on your trip?"
"Thank you, Mr President. I would say that most of the pieces are in place. The Vatican agrees to the terms of our proposal unconditionally, and is ready to host the negotiations at any time."
"How did Israel react?" Liz Elliot asked, to show that she was on top of things.
"Could have been better," Adler said neutrally. "They'll come, but I expect serious resistance."
"How serious?"
"Anything they can do to avoid being nailed down, they'll do. They are very uncomfortable with this idea."
"This was hardly unexpected, Mr President," Talbot added.
"What about the Saudis?" Fowler asked Ryan.
"Sir, my read is that they'll play. Prince Ali was very optimistic. We spent an hour with the King, and his reaction was cautious but positive. Their concern is that the Israelis won't do it, no matter what pressure we put on them, and they are worried about being left hanging. Setting that aside for the moment, Mr President, the Saudis appear quite willing to accept the plan as drafted, and to accept their participatory role in its implementation. They offered some modifications, which I outlined in my briefing sheet. As you can see none of them are substantively troublesome. In fact, two of them look like genuine enhancements."
"The Soviets?"
"Scott handled that," Secretary Talbot replied. "They have signed off on the idea, but their read also is that Israel will not cooperate. President Narmonov cabled us day before yesterday that the plan is wholly compatible with his government's policy. They are willing to underwrite the plan to the extent that they will restrict arms sales to the other nations in the region to cover