Without remorse - Tom Clancy [276]
A shape loomed close. It was Newport News, a lovely silhouette only two thousand yards off, and visible in a spectral way despite the absence of lights. She, too, was heading back, the last of the Navy's big-gun cruisers, creature of a bygone age, returning home after the same failure that Kelly and Irvin knew.
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'Seven-one-three-one,' the female voice said.
'Hello, I'm trying to get Admiral James Greer,' Sandy told the secretary.
'He's not in.'
'Can you tell me when he'll be back?'
'Sorry, no, I don't know.'
'But it's important.'
'Could you tell me who's calling, please?'
'What is this place?'
'This is Admiral Greer's office.'
'No, I mean, is it the Pentagon?'
'Don't you know?'
Sandy didn't know, and that question led her off in a direction she didn't understand. 'Please, I need your help.'
'Who's calling, please?'
'Please, I need to know where you are!'
'I can't tell you that,' the secretary responded, feeling herself to be one of the fortress walls that protected US National Security.
'Is this the Pentagon?'
Well, she could tell her that. 'No, it isn't.'
What then? Sandy wondered. She took a deep breath. 'A friend of mine gave me this number to call. He's with Admiral Greer. He said I could call here to find out if he's okay.'
'I don't understand.'
'Look, I know he went to Vietnam!'
'Miss, I cannot discuss where Admiral Greer is.' Who violated security? She'd have to make a report on this.
'It's not about him, it's about John!' Calm down. You're not helping anyone this way.
'John who?' the secretary asked.
Deep breath. Swallow. 'Please get a message to Admiral Greer. This is Sandy. It's about John. He will understand. Okay? He will understand. This is most important.' She gave her home and work numbers.
'Thank you. I will do what I can.' The line went dead.
Sandy wanted to scream, and nearly did so. So the Admiral had gone, too. Okay, he'd be close to where John is. The secretary would get the message through. She would have to. People like that, if you said most important, didn't have the imagination not to do it. Settle down. Anyway, where he was, the police couldn't get him either. But for the rest of the day, and into the next, the second hand on her watch seemed to stand still.
USS Ogden pulled into Subic Bay Naval Station in the early afternoon. Coming alongside seemed to take forever in the moist tropical heat. Finally lines were tossed and a brow advanced to the ship's side. A civilian sprinted up first even before it was properly secured. Soon thereafter the Marines filed off to a bus which would take them to Cubi Point. The deck division watched them walk off. A few hands were shaken as everyone tried to leave at least one good memory from the experience, but 'good try' just didn't make it, and 'good luck' seemed blasphemous. Their C-141 was waiting there for the flight stateside. Mr Clark, they saw, wasn't with them.
'John, it seems you have a lady friend who's worried about you,' Greer said, handing the message over. It was the friendliest of the dispatches that the junior CIA officer had brought up from Manila. Kelly scanned it while three admirals reviewed the others.
'Do I have time to call her, sir? She's worried about me.'
'You left her my office number?' Greer was slightly vexed.
'Her husband was killed with the First Cav, sir. She worries,' Kelly explained.
'Okay.' Greer put his own troubles aside for the moment. 'I'll have Barbara tell her you're safe.'
The rest of the messages were less welcome. Admirals Maxwell and Podulski were being summoned back to Washington soonest to report on the failure of boxwood green. Ritter and Greer had similar orders, though they also had an ace in the hole. Their КС-135 was waiting at Clark Air Force Base. A puddle jumper would hop over the mountains. The best news at the moment was their disrupted sleep cycle. The flight back to the American East Coast would bring them back in just the right way.
Colonel Grishanov came into the sunlight along with