tc.patriotgames-第96章
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〃How's the FBI doing？〃 he asked。
〃Nothing new。 The black guy well； he might as well not exist so far as anyone can tell。 They have a crummy picture that's several years old； an alias with no real name or prints to check； and about ten lines of description that mainly says he's smart enough to keep his mouth shut。 The Bureau's checking through people who used to be in the radical groups funny how they have mostly settled down without any success so far。〃
〃How about the bunch who flew over there two years back？〃 Not so long ago members of several radical American groups had flown to Libya to meet with 〃progressive elements〃 of the third…world munity。 The echoes of that event still reverberated through the antiterrorism munity。
〃You've noticed that we don't have any pictures from Benghazi； right？ Our agent got picked up one of those horrible accidents。 It cost us the photos and it cost him his neck。 Fortunately they never found out he was working for us。 We know some of the names of the people who were there； but not all。〃
〃Passport records？〃
Cantor leaned against the doorframe。 〃Let's say Mr。 X flew to Europe； an American on vacation we're talking tens of thousands of people per month。 He makes contact with someone on the other side； and they get him the rest of the way without going through the usual immigration…control procedures。 It's easy hell； the Agency does it all the time。 If we had a name we could see if he was out of the country at the right time。 That would be a start but we don't have a name to check。〃
〃We don't have anything！〃 Ryan snapped。
〃Sure we do。 We have all that〃 he waved at the documents on Ryan's desk 〃and lots more where that came from。 Somewhere in there is the answer。〃
〃You really believe that？〃
〃Every time we crack one of these things； we find that all the information was under our nose for months。 The oversight mittees in Congress always hammer us on that。 Sitting in that pile right now。 Jack； is a crucial lead。 That's almost a statistical certainty。 But you probably have two or three hundred such reports sitting there； and only one matters。〃
〃I didn't expect miracles； but I did expect to make some progress；〃 Jack said quietly； the magnitude of the problem finally sinking in。
〃You did。 You saw something that no one else did。 You may have found Francoise Theroux。 And now if a French agent sees something that might be useful to us； maybe they'll pass it along。 You didn't know this； but the intel business is like the old barter economy。 We give them； and then they give us； or we'll never give to them again。 If this pans out； they'll owe us big…time。 They really want that gal。 She popped a close friend of their President； and he took it personally。
〃Anyway； you get a well…done from the Admiral and the DGSE。 The boss says you should take it a little easier； by the way。〃
〃I'll take it easy when I find the bastards；〃 Ryan replied。
〃Sometimes you have to back off。 You look like hell。 You're tired。 Fatigue makes for errors。 We don't like errors。 No more late hours； Jack； that es from Greer； too。 You're out of here by six。〃 Cantor left； denying Jack a chance to object。
Ryan turned back toward his desk； but stared at the wall for several minutes。 Cantor was right。 He was working so late that half the time he couldn't drive up to Baltimore to see how his daughter was doing。 Jack rationalized that his wife was with her every day； frequently spending the night at Hopkins to be close to their daughter。 Cathy has her job and I have mine。
So； he told the wall； at least I managed to gel something right。 He remembered that it had been an accident； that Marty had made the real connection； but it was also true that he'd done what an analyst was supposed to do； find something odd and bring it to someone's attention。 He could feel good about that。 He'd found a terrorist maybe； but certainly not the right one。
It's a start。 His conscience wondered what the French would do if they found that pretty girl； and how he'd feel about it if he found out。 It would be better； he decided； if terrorists were ugly； but pretty or not； their victims were just as dead。 He promised himself that he wouldn't go out of his way to find out if anyone got her。 Jack went back into the pile； looking for that one piece of hard information。 The people he was looking for were somewhere in the pile。 He had to find them。
〃Hello； Alex；〃 Miller said as he entered the car。
〃How was the trip？〃 He still had his beard； Dobbens saw。 Well； nobody had gotten much of a look at him。 This time he'd flown to Mexico； driven across the border； then taken a domestic flight into D。C。； where Alex had met him。
〃Your border security over here's a bloody joke。〃
〃Would it make you happy if they changed it？〃 Alex inquired。 〃Let's talk business。〃 The abruptness of his tone surprised Miller。
Aren't you a proud one； with one whole operation under your belt； Miller thought。 〃We have another job for you。〃
〃You haven't paid me for the last one yet； boy。〃
Miller handed over a passbook。 〃Numbered account； Bahamian bank。 I believe you'll find the amount correct。〃
Alex pocketed the book。 〃That's more like it。 Okay； we have another job。 I hope you don't expect to go with it as fast as before。〃
〃We have several months to plan it；〃 Miller replied。
〃I'm listening。〃 Alex sat through ten minutes of information。
〃Are you out of your fucking mind？〃 Dobbens asked when he was finished。
〃How hard would it be to gather the information we need？〃
〃That's not the problem； Sean。 The problem is getting your people in and out。 No way I could handle that。〃
〃That is my concern。〃
〃Bullshit！ If my people are involved； it's my concern； too。 If that Clark turkey broke to the cops； it would have burned a safe…house and me！〃
〃But he didn't break； did he？ That's why we chose him。〃
〃Look； what you do with your people； I don't give a rat's ass。 What happens to my people； I do。 That last little game we played for you was bush league； Sean。〃
Miller figured out what 〃bush league〃 meant from context。 〃The operation was politically sound； and you know it。 Perhaps you've forgotten that the objective is always political。 Politically； the operation was a plete success。〃
〃I don't need you to tell me that！〃 Alex snapped back in his best intimidating tone。 Miller was a proud little twerp； but Alex figured he could pinch his head off with one good squeeze。 〃You lost a troop because you were playing this personal； not professional and I know what you're thinking。 It was our first big play； right？ Well； son； I think we proved that we got our shit together； didn't we？ And I warned you up front that your man was too exposed。 If you'd listened to me； you wouldn't have a man on the inside。 I know your background is pretty impressive； but this is my turf； and I know it。〃
Miller knew that he had to accept that。 He kept his face impassive。 〃Alex； if we were in any way displeased； we would not have e back to you。 Yes； you do have your shit together；〃 you bloody nigger； he didn't say。 〃Now； can you get us the information we need？〃
〃Sure； for the right price。 You want us in the op？〃
〃We don't know yet；〃 Miller replied honestly。 Of course the only issue here is money。 Bloody Americans。
〃If you want us in； I'm part of the planning。 Number one； I want to know how you get in and out。 I might have to go with you。 If you shitcan my advice this time； I walk and I take my people with me。〃
〃It's a little early to be certain； but what we hope to arrange is really quite simple 。 。 。 〃
〃You think you can set that up？〃 For the first time since he'd arrived； Sean had Alex nodding approval。 〃Slick。 I'll give you that。 It's slick。 Now let's talk price。〃
Sean wrote a figure on a piece of paper and handed it to Alex。 〃Fair enough？〃 People interested in money were easy to impress。
〃I sure would like an account at your bank； brother。〃
〃If this operation es off； you will。〃
〃You mean that？〃
Miller nodded emphatically。 〃Direct access。 Training facilities； help with travel documents； the lot。 Your skill
