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The secretary of state said, "I think we send them over. We can green-light or red-light any action later."

Kealty shook his head. "I don't want them to commit to anything. I don't want them walking into this hornets' nest and then having to act immediately. The Russians couldn't pull it off, and they've practiced there before. Who's to say we could do any better? Give me something else. Come on, people!"

Alden said, "Advisers."

"Advisers? What do you mean?"

"If we send a couple of JSOC people over there as advisers to their Spetsnaz, we can offer help, covertly, but not use our men in the attack."



Kealty loved the idea, everyone could immediately tell.

The chairman, an Army general with spec ops experience in the Rangers, said, "Mr. President. This is a very fluid event. If we don't have JSOC operators over there ready to act on a moment's notice, well, we might as well not send anyone at all."

Kealty sat at his desk, thinking it over. He looked to the secretary of defense. "Any chance they will launch a missile at us?"

SecDef held up his hands. "They are not threatening us. The Dagestani militants' problems are with Russia. I do not see the U.S. as a target."

Kealty nodded, then beat on the desk. "No! I am not walking out the door of the Oval Office with this, this s.h.i.+t, being my legacy." Kealty stood. "Tell President Rychcov that we will send advisers. That's it!"

Wes McMullen said, "Remember, sir, there are six Americans at the facility."

"Whose safety I hold Rychcov personally responsible for. Tell our advisers that any mission they help with needs to come up with a way to get our citizens out alive."

SecDef said, "Sir, with due respect-"

But Kealty stood and headed for the door. "Good night, ladies and gentlemen."

Melanie called Jack at one-thirty in the afternoon. "Hey. Really sorry, but it is nuts here today-can I get a rain check for dinner tonight?"

"Okay. Or if you want, I could bring some Chinese over late. We don't have to go out. I'd love to see you."

"That sounds awesome, but I don't know when or if I'm going to get out of here tonight. You can imagine. There is a lot going on these days."

"Yeah. I can imagine. All right, hang in there, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, Jack." Melanie hung up the phone. She hated canceling plans with Ryan, but there would be more work to do than she would possibly get done this evening anyhow. The data to go through about Rehan's travel in- The phone on her desk rang. "Melanie Kraft?"

Ninety seconds later, Melanie leaned into Mary Pat's office. "I need to run out for just a second. Maybe a half-hour. Can I pick up anything for you?"

Foley just shook her head. She started to say something, but her phone chirped.

Kraft walked out to the bus stop in front of her building and took the next bus toward Tysons Corner, but she got out at the Old Meadow stop. She walked alone into Scott's Run Community Park, made her way to some park benches overlooking a snow-and-ice-covered vista. Bare trees blew in a frigid wind, and she pulled her coat tighter around her.

She sat down.

The first man approached a minute later. He was big and black; he wore a long gray raincoat over his dark suit, but it was open as if he were impervious to the chill.

He was a security man, and he looked her over and then spoke into a cuff mike.

Behind her in the parking lot she heard a car pull up, but she did not turn around. She just kept looking at the swaying trees.

The security man turned away, walked up the path, and then stood there, watching the road.

Deputy Director of the CIA Charles Sumner Alden appeared from behind and he sat down next to her. He did not make eye contact. Instead he looked out over a snow-covered baseball diamond. "I am racking my brain here, Miss Kraft, trying to think how I may have possibly been more clear in my instructions to you. And I just can't think of a way. I was certain we had an understanding. But today you tell Junior that you don't have time to meet him tonight? Trust me, young lady. You do have time."

Melanie gritted her teeth. "Really, sir? You are bugging the phone of an a.n.a.lyst at NCTC? Are you that desperate?"

"Yes. Frankly, we are."

"About what?"

"About Jack Junior."

Melanie sighed cold vapor.

Alden changed his voice a bit, less smarmy and more fatherly. "I thought I was clear about what I needed."

"I've done what you've asked."

"I've asked you to produce results. Have dinner with him tonight. Find out what he knows about Clark, about his dad's relations.h.i.+p with Clark."

"Yes, sir," she said.

Now Alden was even more fatherly than before. "You wanted to help us. Has something changed?"

"Of course not. You told me you had heard Clark worked with Ryan. You wanted me to find evidence of Jack's work at Hendley a.s.sociates."

"And?" he asked.

"And you are the DD/CIA. Of course it is my job to follow orders."

"Jack Junior is tighter with Clark than he is letting on. We know this. We have guys at the Agency who can tie Clark and Chavez to Hendley a.s.sociates, your boyfriend's employer. And if Clark and Chavez work at Hendley, you can be G.o.dd.a.m.ned sure more goes on there than arbitrage and trading. I want to know what Jack knows, and I want to know it now."

"Yes, sir," Melanie said again.

"Look. You have a bright future. I may be leaving my post soon, but CIA is not about the political appointees. It's about the rank and file. The career men and women in the Agency know what you are doing, and they appreciate your hard work. We can't allow criminal actions in the name of national security. You know that. So dig deeper." He paused. "Don't do it for me. Do it for them." Then he sighed. "Do it for your country."

Melanie nodded distantly.

Alden stood, turned, and looked down at the twenty-five-year-old a.n.a.lyst. "Jack wants to see you tonight. Make it happen." He walked off through the snow, and his security man moved with him back toward the parking lot.

Melanie walked back to the bus stop, and she pulled her phone from her purse. She dialed Jack's number.

"h.e.l.lo?"

"Hey, Jack."

"Hey."

"Look, I'm sorry about before. Just stressed from work."

"Believe me, I get it."

"To tell you the truth, I do need to get out of here for a bit. How 'bout you come over tonight? I'll make dinner, we can hang out and watch a movie."

The pause was long, and only broken when Ryan cleared his throat.

"Something wrong?"

"No. I wish I could, Melanie, but something came up."

"In the past thirty minutes?"

"Yeah. I've got to go out of town. I'm on the way to the airport right now, in fact."

"To the airport," she repeated, incredulously.

"Yeah, just a quick flight back over to Switzerland. My boss wants me to meet some bankers, take them to dinner, get them to spill secrets, I guess. Should just take a couple of days."

Melanie did not respond.

"I'm sorry. Dinner and a movie sounds great. Can we do it when I get back?"

"Sure, Jack," she said.

Melanie climbed off the bus ten minutes later and headed back to the operations center. As soon as she got out of the elevator she saw Mary Pat at her desk, leaving her a note. Mary Pat saw her approaching and motioned for her to head into her office.

Melanie was nervous. Did she know about the meeting with Alden? Did she know the deputy director of the CIA was using her to spy on Mary Pat's friend, Jack Ryan Jr., to see what his professional a.s.sociation with John Clark was?

"What's up?" she asked Mrs. Foley.

"Big happening while you were gone."

"Really?" Melanie swallowed nervously.

"A CIA a.s.set in Lah.o.r.e has positively identified Riaz Rehan. He arrived at the airport with his security detail and his second in command."

Melanie thought of Ryan's rapid travel plans. "Really. When did this happen?"

Foley said, "Within the past hour."

In an instant, Melanie knew. She did not know how he found out, because she was certain he was not CIA. But somehow Ryan had been tipped off and, for some reason, Jack Ryan Jr. was on his way to Lah.o.r.e.

The on-site temporary command center for all Russian security forces for the Baikonur situation had been set up in the Sputnik Hotel in the town of Baikonur, well to the south of the Cosmodrome. Here Russian military and intelligence personnel, Federal s.p.a.ce Agency officials, Baikonur management, and other parties had set up camps both outside in heated tents and trailers and inside in the rooms, the restaurant, and the conference facilities. Even the Luna Disco off the main lobby had been taken over by a team of Army nuclear experts brought in from Strategic Rocket Forces.

At four p.m. local time a General Lars Gummesson stepped into the conference room, leading two younger men. The combat fatigues of all three were generic, without any marking or insignia. They sat down at a long table across from Russian politicians and diplomats and military leaders.

Gummesson was the leader of Rainbow, a secret international force of counterterror paramilitaries, chosen from the best tier-one military units on earth. He and his men had been requested by the Russian and Kazakh governments within an hour of the failure of the Alpha commandos, and he was returning to the command center to deliver his report on the situation and Rainbow's readiness to engage.

"Gentlemen. My team leaders and I have spent the last four hours going over an operation plan to retake the Dnepr launch control center and the two launch silos. Taking the lessons learned by last night's mission by the Russian Army into account, as well as our own capabilities at present, I regret to say that, although we feel confident that if we marshal all of our efforts on the LCC we have an eighty percent chance of success of retaking the building and rescuing the majority of the hostages there, it is a heavily fortified bunker and Mr. Safronov is entrenched there, he is highly skilled, and very motivated. We therefore feel there is a fifty-percent chance that he and the men there will have time to launch one vehicle, and a twenty-percent chance they will be able to launch both."

The Russian amba.s.sador to Kazakhstan looked at General Gummesson for a long moment. In highly accented English he said, "So. That is it? All your men with guns, and you say it is fifty-fifty whether or not Moscow is destroyed?"

"I am afraid so. Our training funds have been cut in the past year or so, and the men rotating into service with us have not had the coordinated experience that Rainbow used to offer, back when we were called on more often. I am afraid our readiness has suffered."

"This is not simply an aversion to risk on your part, General Gummesson?"

The Swedish military officer showed no annoyance at the implication. "We have looked at the situation, and it is grim. We have no idea how many men Safronov has remaining with him. Interviews with men from the processing facility who were let go yesterday morning suggest the number could be over fifty. Presumably some were killed in last night's Spetsnaz attack, but we have no way of knowing how many there are remaining. I will not send my men into the unknown like this, no matter the stakes. My force and I will be returning to Britain immediately. Gentlemen, good afternoon, and good luck."

Gummesson stood, turned to leave, but a Spetsnaz colonel at the far end of the table stood quickly. "Excuse me, General Gummesson." This man's accent was even thicker than the amba.s.sador's. "Could I ask you to remain here in Baikonur? At least for a few hours?"

"For what purpose, Colonel?"

"I will speak with you about it privately."

"Very well."

Clark had been given time alone to "think." His shattered hand remained under a dirty towel, but the pain from the swelling and soft tissue damage, and from broken bones in his hand and ribs that moved every time John tried to find a more comfortable position, was sheer and utter agony.

Sweat poured off of John's face and down his neck, even in the meat-locker cold of the warehouse, his s.h.i.+rt was soggy from the perspiration and this gave him chills.

His mind had gone numb, though his body had not. He wanted relief from the pain, but more than this he wanted relief from the worry that this stupid kid might actually break him if the barbarity continued.

Clark knew he could have lied, could have made up false relations.h.i.+ps, told a complicated story that would take days to confirm. But he worried that any obfuscation on his part could be detected with fact-checking or a little legwork on the part of Kovalenko's people. And if he was caught in a lie, if he delayed for too long, then perhaps Valentin would come back with some SP-117, the truth serum that, according to some reports, was light-years ahead of the unreliable sodium pentothal of the past.

No, Clark told himself, as much misery as he was in right now, he would take his lumps in the hope that his brutal torturers went a bit too far and killed him.

Better that than f.u.c.king with his mind and turning him into a one-man wrecking crew for The Campus and President Jack Ryan.

"Time is short, everyone back to work!" Kovalenko shouted as he reappeared in the light hanging above Clark's head. Valentin leaned in close and smiled, reinvigorated, apparently, from the smell of his breath, by strong coffee and a Russian cigarette. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine. How are you holding up?" Clark said dryly.

"Any desire to talk and stop the pain from continuing? We have some wonderful medicine we can give you to make it go away. And we will drop you off at a local hospital. Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Valentin," Clark said, "whatever you do to me, my people will find out. And whatever you do to me, they will do to you. Just keep that in mind."

Kovalenko just stared at the American. "Just tell me who they are, and there will be nothing more for me to do."

Clark looked away.

Kovalenko nodded. "I swear I wish my father was here now. The old ways were best for this, I am certain. Anyway, John, you have lost a hand already, but I am just getting started. You will leave here a crippled old man. I am about to destroy you."

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