The Sum of All Fears.pdf - Delta Force

sky-boxes.
How remarkable, Bock thought.
'What is this Superbowl they talked about?'
'That's the championship game. They have a playoff series of the most successful
teams, and the last one is called the Superbowl.'
'Like the World Cup, you mean?'
'Yeah, something like that. 'Cept we do it every year. This year – actually next
year, end of January – it's in the new stadium they built at Denver. The
Skydome, I think they call it.'
'They expect these two teams to go there?'
Russell shrugged. 'That's the talk. The regular season is sixteen weeks, man,
then three weeks of playoffs, then another week wait for the Superbowl.'
'Who goes to this last game?'
'Lots of people. Hey, man, it's the game. Everybody wants to go to it. Getting
tickets is a mother. These two teams are the best to go all the way, but it's
real unpredictable, y'know?'
'President Fowler is a football enthusiast?'
'That's what they say. He's supposed to go to a lot of Redskin games right here
in D.C.'
'What about security?' Bock asked.
'It's tough. They put him in one of the special boxes. Figure they have it
rigged with bulletproof glass or something.'
How very foolish, Bock thought. Of course, a stadium was easier to secure than
it might seem to the casual observer. A heavy crew-served weapon could only be
fired from an entrance ramp, and watching those was relatively easy. On the
other hand . . .
Bock closed his eyes. He was thinking in an unorganized way, vacillating between
conventional and unconventional approaches to the problem. He was also allowing
himself to focus on the wrong thing. Killing the American President was
desirable, but not essential. What was essential was to kill the largest number
of people in the most spectacular way imaginable, then to coordinate with other
activities in order to foment . . .
Think! Concentrate on the real mission.
'The television coverage for these games is most impressive,' Bock observed
after a minute.
'Yeah, they make a big deal of that. Satellite vans, all that stuff.' Russell
was concentrating on the game. The Vikings had scored something called a
touchdown, and the score was now ten to nothing, but it seemed now that the
other team was moving rapidly in the other direction.
'Has the game ever been seriously disrupted?'
Marvin turned. 'Huh? Oh, during the war with Iraq, they had really tight
security – and you remember the movie, right?'
'Movie?' Bock asked.
'Black Sunday, I think it was – some Middle East guys tried to blow up the
place.' Russell laughed. 'Already been done, man. In Hollywood, anyway. They
used a blimp. Anyway, during the Superbowl when we were fighting Iraq, they
wouldn't let the TV blimp come near the place.'