The Teeth of the Tiger - Tom Clancy [54]
"How many messages going across the 'Net?" Dominic asked.
Alexander let out a breath. "That's the hard part. There're billions of them, and the programs we have to sweep them aren't good enough yet. Probably never will be. The trick is to ID the address of the target and key in on that. It takes time, but most bad guys are lazy about how they log onto the system-and it's hard to keep track of a bunch of different identities. These guys are not supermen, and they don't have microchips wired into their heads. So, when we get a computer belonging to a bad guy, the first thing we do is print up his address book. That's like striking gold. Even though they can sometimes transmit gibberish, which can cause Fort Meade to spend hours-even days-trying to crack something that isn't supposed to make any sense. The pros used to do that by sending names from the Riga phone book. It's gibberish in every language but Latvian. No, the biggest problem is linguists. We don't have enough Arab speakers. It's something they're working on out at Monterey, and at some universities. There are a lot of Arab college students on the payroll right now. Not at The Campus, though. The good news for us is that we get the translations from NSA. We don't need much in the way of linguistics."
"So, we're not here to gather intelligence, are we?" Brian asked. Dominic had already figured that one out.
"No. What you can scare up, fine, we'll find a way to make use of it, but our job is to act upon intelligence, not to accumulate it."
"Okay, so we're back to the original question," Dominic observed. "What the hell is the mission?"
"What do you think it is?" Alexander asked.
"I think it's something Mr. Hoover would not have been happy about."
"Correct. He was a nasty son of a bitch, but he was a stickler for civil rights. We at The Campus are not."
"Keep talking," Brian suggested.
"Our job is to act upon intelligence information. To take decisive action."
"Isn't the term for that 'executive action'?"
"Only in the movies," Alexander replied.
"Why us?" Dominic asked.
"Look, the fact of the matter is that CIA is a government organization. A whole lot of chiefs and not enough Indians. How many government agencies encourage people to put their necks on the line?" he asked. "Even if you do it successfully, the lawyers and accountants nibble you to death like ducks. So, if somebody needs to depart this mortal coil, the authorization has to come from up the line, up the chain of command. Gradually-well, not all that gradually-the decisions went to the Big Boss in the West Wing. And not many presidents want that sheet of paper to turn up in their personal archives, where some historian might find it and do an expose. So, we got away from that sort of thing."
"And there are not many problems that can't be solved by a single.45 bullet at the right time and place, '' Brian said like a good Marine.
Pete nodded again. "Correct."
"So, we are talking political assassination? That could be dangerous," Dominic observed.
"No, that has too many political ramifications. That sort of thing hasn't happened in centuries, and not very often even then. However, there are people out there who rather urgently need to meet God. And sometimes, it's up to us to arrange the rendezvous."