>>>>> Tyrone stretched his limbs searching for a bare place to sit down. Leaning over Scott"s shoulders for the slow paced computer conversation stiffened his muscles. Scott motioned to slide whatever was in the way, out of the way, to which Tyrone com- plied.
"Dedicated mother f.u.c.kers. Misguided, but dedicated." Ty sat back in thought. "What do you think they"ll do?"
"I don"t think, I know," said Scott confidently. "Most of them will help, but they won"t admit it. They openly distrust you, Washington and me. But they value their freedom, and instinc- tively they will protect that. Kirk will be the conduit. I"m not worried."
"And what will they do?"
"Once they get around to it, they"ll commandeer every hacker in the country and at least stop the viruses. Or some of them. I think that we need to elicit their trust, and I can do that by giving them more than they give me."
"Can you do that?"
"Just watch. If they play their cards right, they can be heroes."
Chapter 29 Monday, January 25 The White House
We had a pretty good handle on parts of it," said Marvin Jacobs glibly.
Phil Musgrave, Martin Royce, Henry Kennedy and Quinton Chambers joined Marvin in one of the private White House conference rooms at 5 A.M. Jacobs had called all members of the inner circle, personally, early that morning. He had received word that last evening"s computer conversations between Scott Mason and the Spook had been intercepted and the preliminary a.n.a.lysis was ready.
Scott Mason"s computer screens had been read by the NSA"s remote electromagnetic receivers while he prepared his article for the following day. The actual article had also been transmitted to the White House, prior to publication, as agreed.
"And Mason seems to be living up to his part of the bargain,"
Jacobs continued. "He only edits out the bulls.h.i.t, pardon my French. Gives the public their money"s worth."
"You said we were close. How close?" Musgrave tended to run these meetings; it was one of the perks of being the President"s Number One.
"His organization was a lot more comprehensive than we thought,"
Henry Kennedy said. "We underestimated his capabilities, but we caught the essence of his weapons by good guessing."
"If we could get our hands on this Spook character," sighed Martin Royce. He was thinking of the perennial problems a.s.soci- ated with identifying the exact location of someone who doesn"t want to be found.
"That"s not the problem," said Chief of Staff Phil Musgrave. "We know who the Spook is, but we can"t prove it. It"s only hearsay, even with Mason"s testimony, and it"s a pretty d.a.m.n safe bet he won"t be inclined to testify. But Marv has given us a ton on him. After all, he is Marv"s fault."
"You guys sort that out on your own time," yawned Phil. "For now, though we need to know what we"re up against."
"If the President hadn"t gone on television last night, we might have been able to keep this quiet and give the press some answers in a few days." Marv said.
"Dream on," Phil said emphatically. "Mason broke the story and we were caught with our pants down. The President did not, and I repeat, did not, want to be a.s.sociated with any cover up . . ."
"I didn"t say cover up . . ."
"He wants to take his lumps and fix it. He will not lie to the American people."
"If we shut Mason up." Marv suggested.
"We need him right where he is," Henry Kennedy said about Scott to stem the escalating argument.
"The subject is closed." Phil"s comment silenced the room.
After all was said and done, Musgrave was the closet thing to the President in the room. As with the President, the discussion was over, the policy set, now let"s get on with it. "So, Marv? What are we up against."
The seasoned professional in Marvin Jacobs took over, conflicting opinions in the past, and he handed out a series of TOP SECRET briefing folders.