tc.redrabbit-第80章

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e　floor…length　windows　to　the　Potomac　Valley；　out　beyond　the　VIP　parking　lot。　〃Judge；　Ed　seems　to　think　this　guy　has　some　very　hot　information。　We　can't　question　him　on　that。　The　obvious　supposition　is　that　the　Rabbit's　pretty　far　inside；　and　he　wants　to　get　the　hell　out　of　Dodge　City。　Adding　the　wife　and　daughter　to　the　package　is　a　serious　plication。　Again；　we　pretty　much　have　to　go　with　the　instincts　of　our　field　personnel。　It　would　be　nice　if　we　could　run　the　guy　as　an　agent；　have　him　deliver　information　on　a　continuing　basis；　but　for　some　reason　either　that　isn't　feasible；　or　Ed　thinks　he　has　what　we　need　and　want　already。〃
　　　〃Why　couldn't　he　tell　us　more？〃　Greer　observed；　still　holding　the　dispatch。
　　　〃Well；　it's　possible　that　he　was　time…limited　on　getting　this　to　the　bagman；　or　he　didn't　trust　the　courier　system　with　stuff　that　could　ID　the　guy　to　the　opposition。　Whatever　this　guy　has；　Ed　didn't　want　to　trust　normal　munications　channels；　and　that；　gentlemen；　is　a　message　in　and　of　itself。〃
　　　〃So；　you　say　approve　the　request？〃　Moore　asked。
　　　〃Not　a　hell　of　a　lot　else　we　can　do；〃　Bostock　pointed　out　rather　obviously。
　　　〃Okay…approved；〃　the　DCI　said　officially。　〃Get　it　off　to　him；　right　now。〃
　　　〃Yes；　sir。〃　And　Bostock　left　the　room。
　　　Greer　had　himself　a　chuckle。　〃Bob's　going　to　be　pissed。〃
　　　〃What　can　be　so　important　that　Foley　would　want　to　short…circuit　procedures　this　abruptly？〃　Moore　wondered　aloud。　〃We're　just　going　to　have　to　wait　to　find　out。〃
　　　〃I　suppose；　but　you　know；　patience　has　never　been　my　long　suit。〃
　　　〃Well；　think　of　this　as　a　chance　to　acquire　a　virtue；　Arthur。〃
　　　〃Great。〃　Moore　stood。　He　could　go　home　now　and　grumble　all　day；　like　a　kid　on　Christmas　Eve；　wondering　what　was　going　to　be　under　the　tree…if　Christmas　was　really　going　to　happen　this　year。
　　　
　　　CHAPTER　18　…　CLASSICAL　MUSIC
　　　The　bounce…back　signal　arrived　after　midnight　in　Moscow；　where　it　was　printed　up　and　walked　to　Mike　Russell's　desk　by　the　night　munications　officer　and　promptly　forgotten。　Due　to　the　eight…hour　time　difference　from　Washington；　this　was　often　the　busiest　time　for　inbound　signals；　and　that　one　was　just　another　piece　of　paper　with　gibberish　on　it；　one　which　he　was　not　allowed　to　decrypt。
　　　As　Mary　Pat　had　expected；　Ed　hadn't　gotten　any　sleep　to　speak　of；　but　had　done　his　best　not　to　roll　around　too　much；　lest　he　disturb　his　wife。　Doubts　were　also　part　of　the　espionage　game。　Was　Oleg　Ivan'ch　a　false…flag；　some　random　attempt　from　the：　KGB　on　which　he'd　bitten　down　a　little　too　fast　and　a　little　too　hard？　Had　the　Soviets　just　gone　fishing　at　random　and　landed　a　big　blue　marlin　on　the　first　try？　Did　KGB　play　such　games？　Not　according　to　his　lengthy　mission　briefing　at　Langley。　They'd　played　similar　games　in　the　past；　but　those　had　been　targeted　deliberately　toward　people　whom　they　knew　to　be　players；　from　whom　they　could　get　a　line　on　other　agents　just　by　following　them　around　to　check　out　drop　sites
　　　But　you　didn't　play　it　this　way。　You　didn't　ask　for　a　ticket　out　on　the　first　go…round　unless　you　really　wanted　something　specific；　like　the　neutralization　of　a　particular　target…and　that　couldn't　be　it。　He　and　Mary　Pat　hadn't　done　much　of　anything　yet。　Hell；　only　a　handful　of　people　at　the　embassy　knew　who　and　what　he　was。　He　hadn't　recruited　new　agents　yet；　nor　worked　any　existing　ones。　That　wasn't；　strictly　speaking；　his　job。　The　Chief　of　Station　wasn't　supposed　to　work　the　field。　He　was　supposed　to　direct　and　supervise　those　who　did；　like　Dom　Corso　and　Mary　Pat　and　the　rest　of　his　small　but　expert　crew。
　　　And　if　Ivan　knew　who　he　was；　why　tip　its　hand　so　quickly…it　would　only　tell　CIA　more　than　it　knew　now；　or　could　easily　learn。　You　didn't　play　the　spy　game　that　way。
　　　Okay；　what　if　the　Rabbit　was　a　throwaway；　whose　job　it　was　to　ID　Foley　and　then　give　over　useless　or　false　information…what　if　the　whole　job　had　as　its　objective　nothing　more　than　to　ID　the　COS　Moscow？　But　they　couldn't　have　targeted　him　without　knowing　who　he　。was；　could　they？　Even　KGB　didn't　have　the　assets　to　shotgun　such　a　mission　and　ping　on　every　embassy　staffer…it　was　way　too　clumsy　and　was　certain　to　alert　embassy　personnel　to　something　very　strange　under　way。
　　　No；　KGB　was　too　professional　for　that。
　　　So　they　couldn't　target　him　without　knowing；　and　if　they　knew；　they'd　want　to　hide　that　information；　lest　they　alert　CIA　to　a　source　or　method　that　they'd　be　far　better　advised　to　conceal。
　　　So　Oleg　Ivanovich　couldn't　be　a　false…flag；　and　that　was　that。
　　　So；　he　had　to　be　the　real　thing。　Didn't　he？
　　　For　all　his　intelligence　and　experience；　Foley　could　not　e　up　with　a　construct　that　made　the　Rabbit　anything　but　the　genuine　item。　The　problem　was　that　it　made　little　sense。
　　　But　what　in　espionage　ever　made　sense？
　　　What　did　make　sense　was　the　necessity　of　getting　this　guy　out。　They　had　a　Rabbit；　and　the　Rabbit　needed　to　run　away　from　the　Bear。
　　　〃You　can't　say　what's　bothering　you？〃　Cathy　asked。　〃Nope。〃
　　　〃But　it's　important？〃
　　　〃Yep。〃　He　nodded。　〃Yeah；　it　sure　is；　but　the　problem　is　that　we　don't　know　how　serious。〃
　　　〃Something　for　me　to　worry　about？〃
　　　〃Well；　no。　It's　not　World　War　Three　or　anything　like　that。　But　I　really　can't　talk　about　it。〃
　　　〃Why？〃
　　　〃You　know　why…it's　classified。　You　don't　tell　me　about　your　patients；　do　you？　That's　because　you　have　rules　of　ethics；　and　I　have　rules　of　classification。〃　Smart　as　Cathy　was；　she　still　hadn't　fully　grasped　that　one　yet。
　　　〃Isn't　there　any　way　I　can　help？〃
　　　〃Cathy；　if　you　were　cleared　for　this；　maybe　you　could　offer　insights。　But　maybe　not。　You're　not　a　pshrink；　and　that's　the　medical　field　that　applies　to　this…how　people　respond　to　threats；　what　their　motivations　are；　how　they　perceive　reality；　and　how　those　perceptions　determine　their　actions。　I've　been　trying　to　get　inside　the　heads　of　people　I　haven't　met　to　figure　out　what　they're　going　to　do　about　something。　I've　been　studying　how　they　think　for　quite　a　while；　even　before　I　joined　the　Agency；　but　you　know…〃
　　　〃Yeah；　it's　hard　to　look　inside　somebody's　brain。　And　you　know　what？〃
　　　〃What's　that？〃
　　　〃It's　harder　with　the　sane　ones　than　the　crazy　ones。　People　can　think　rationally　and　still　do　crazy　things。〃
　　　〃Because　of　their　perceptions？〃
　　　She　nodded。　〃Partially　that；　but　partially　because　they've　chosen　to　believe　totally　false　things…for　entirely　rational　reasons；　but　the　things　they　believe　in　are　still　false。〃
　　　This　struck　Ryan　as　worth　pursuing。　〃Okay。　Tell　me　about。。。　Josef　Stalin；　for　instance。　He　killed　a　lot　of　people。　Why？〃
　　　〃Part　of　it　was　rational；　and　part　of　it　was　wild　paranoia。　When　he　saw　a　threat；　he　dealt　with　it　decisively。　But　he　tended　to　see　threats　that　weren't　there　or　weren't　serious　enough　to　merit　deadly　force。　Stalin　lived　on　the　borderline　between　madness　and　normality；　and　he　crossed　back　and　forth　like　a　guy　on　a　bridge　who　couldn't　make　up　his　mind　about　where　he　lived。　In　international　affairs；　he　was　supposed　to　be　just　as　rational　as　everybody　else；　but　he　had　a　ruthless　streak　and　nobody　ever　said　'no'　to　him。　One　of　the　docs　at　Hopkins　wrote　a　book　on　the　guy。　I　read　it　when　I　was　in　med　school。〃
　　　〃What　did　it　say？〃
　　　Mrs。　Dr。　Ryan　shrugged。　〃It　wasn't　all　that　satisfactory。　The　current　thinking　is　that　it's　chemical　imbalances　in　the　brain　that　cause　mental　illness；　not　whether　your　dad　slapped　you　around　too　much　or　you　saw　your　mom　in　bed　with　a　goat。　But　we　can't　test　Stalin's　blood　chemistry　now；　can　we？〃
　　　〃Not　hardly。　I　think　they　finally　burned　him　up　and　put　him　in…where？　I　don't　remember；〃　Jack　admitted。　It　wasn't　the　Kremlin　wall；　was　it？　Or　maybe　they　just　buried　the　pine　box　instead　of　burning　it　all　up。　It　wasn't　worth　finding　out；　was　it？
　　　〃It's　funny。　A　lot　of　historical　figures　did　the　stuff　they　did　because　they　were　mentally　unstable。　Today；　we　could　fix　them　with　lithium　or　other　stuff　we've　learned　about…mainly　in　the　last　thirty　years　or　so…but　back　then；　all　they　had　was　alcohol　and　iodine。　Or　maybe　an　exorcism；〃　she　added；　wondering　if　those　were　real。
　　　〃And　Rasputin　had　a　bad　chemical　imbalance；　too？〃　Jack　wondered　aloud。
　　　〃Maybe。　I　don't　know　much　about　that；　except　he　was　supposed　to　be　a　crazy