The sum of all fears - Tom Clancy [80]
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"Never! Never will I bow to this infamy!" the Defense Minister shouted. It was a dramatic performance, even for him. He'd pounded the table hard enough to upset his water glass, and the puddle from it threatened to seep over the edge and into his lap. He studiously ignored it as his fierce blue eyes swept around the cabinet room.
"And what if Fowler is serious with his threats?"
"We'll break his career!" Defense said. "We can do that. We've jerked American politicians into line before!"
"More than we've been able to do here." the Foreign Minister observed sotto voce to his neighbor at the table.
"What was that?"
"I said it might not be possible in this case, Rafi." David Askenazi took a sip from his glass before going on. "Our ambassador in Washington tells me that his people on The Hill find real support for Fowler's plan. The Saudi ambassador threw a major party last weekend for the congressional leadership. He performed well, our sources tell us. Right, Avi?"
"Correct, Minister," General Ben Jakob answered. His boss was out of the country at the moment, and he spoke for the Mossad. "The Saudis and the rest of the "moderate" Gulf states are willing to end their declared state of war, to institute ministerial relations with us preparatory for full recognition at an unspecified later date, and to underwrite part of the American costs for stationing their troops and planes here - plus, I might add, picking up the entire cost of the peace-keeping force and the economic rehabilitation of our Palestinian friends."
"How do we say "no" to that?" the Foreign Minister inquired dryly. "Are you surprised at the support in the American Congress?"
"It's all a trick!" Defense insisted.
"If so, it's a damnably clever one," Ben Jakob said.
"You believe this twaddle, Avi? You?" Ben Jakob had been Rafi Mandel's best battalion commander in the Sinai, so many years before.
"I don't know, Rafi." The deputy director of the Mossad had never been more cognizant of his position as a deputy, and speaking in the name of his boss did not come easily.
"Your evaluation?" the Prime Minister asked gently. Someone at the table, he decided, had to be calm.
"The Americans are entirely sincere," Avi replied. "Their willingness to provide a physical guarantee - the mutual-defense treaty, and the stationing of troops - is genuine. From a strictly military point of -"
"I speak for the defense of Israel!" Mandel snarled.
Ben Jakob turned to stare his former commander down. "Rafi, you have always outranked me, but I've killed my share of enemies, and you know it well." Avi paused for a moment to let that rest on the table. When he went on, his voice was quiet and measured and dispassionate as he allowed his reason to overcome emotions no less strong than Mandel's. The American military units represent a serious commitment. We're talking about a twenty-five percent increase in the striking power of our air force, and that tank unit is more powerful than our strongest brigade. Moreover, I do not see how that commitment can ever be withdrawn. For that to happen - our friends in America will never let it happen."
"We've been abandoned before!" Mandel pointed out coldly. "Our only defense is ourselves."
"Ran," the Foreign Minister said. "My friend, where has that led us? You and I have fought together, too, and not merely in this room. Is there to be no end to it?"
"Better no treaty than a bad treaty!"
"I agree," the Prime Minister said. "But how bad will this treaty be?"
"We have all read the draft. I will propose some modest changes, but, my friends, I think