The Sum of All Fears.pdf - Delta Force

'I will think about that.' The man paused. 'You do not lie to me?'
'Mr Lyalin, we take good care of our guests.'
'Okay. I will continue to send you information.' And with that, the man simply
got up and left.
Marcus Cabot managed not to swear, but the look he gave to the station chief
ignited a laugh.
'First time you've done a touchy-feely, right?'
'You mean, that's all?' Cabot could scarcely believe it.
'Director, this is a funny business. Crazy as it sounds, what you just did was
very important,' Sam Yamata said. 'Now he knows that we really care about him.
Bringing up the President was a good move, by the way.'
'You say so.' Cabot opened the envelope and started reading. 'Good Lord!'
'More on the Prime Minister's trip?'
'Yes, the details we didn't get before. Which bank, payoffs to other officials.
We may not even need to bug the airplane . . .'
'Bug an airplane?' Yamata asked.
'You never heard me say that.'
The station chief nodded. 'How could I? You were never here.'
'I need to get this off to Washington fast.'
Yamata checked his watch. 'We'll never catch the direct flight in time.'
'Then we'll fax it secure.'
'We're not set up for that. Not on the Agency side, I mean.'
'How about the NSA guys?'
'They have it, Director, but we've been warned about the security of their
systems.'
'The President needs this. It has to go out. Do it, my authority.'
'Yes, sir.'
CHAPTER 33
Passages
It was nice to wake up at a decent hour – eight o'clock – at home on a Saturday.
Without a headache. That was something he hadn't done in months. He fully
planned to spend the day at home doing precisely nothing more than shave and he
planned that only because he'd be going to Mass that evening. Ryan soon learned
that on Saturday mornings his children were glued to the TV set, watching
various cartoons, including something concerning turtles that he'd heard about
but never seen. On reflection, he decided to pass on it this morning also.
'How are you this morning?' he asked Cathy, on his way into the kitchen.
'Not bad at all. I – oh, damn!'
The noise she heard was the distinctive trilling of the secure phone. Jack ran
into the library to catch it.
'Yeah?'
'Dr Ryan, this is the ops room. Swordsman,' the watch officer said.
'Okay.' Jack hung up. 'Damn.'
'What's the matter?' Cathy asked from the doorway.
'I have to go in. By the way, I have to be in tomorrow, too.'