"Or it could mean that they"ve broken the whole encoding system."
"STRIPE is secure, Jack."
"Ron, why haven"t you just expanded TAPDANCE?"
"Get me the funding and I will."
"This agent has warned us before that they"ve penetrated our cipher systems. They"re reading our mail, Ron, and this is a pretty good piece of evidence."
The General stood his ground. "It"s equivocal and you know it."
"Well, our guy is saying that he wants personal a.s.surance from the Director that we haven"t, don"t, and will never use comm links to transmit his material. As proof of that necessity, he sends us this, which he got at some significant hazard to his own a.s.s." Jack paused. "How many people use this system?"
"STRIPE is exclusively for the State Department. Similar systems are used by the Defense Department. More or less the same machine, slightly different keying systems. The Navy especially likes it. It"s very user-friendly," Olson said.
"General, we"ve had the random-pad technology available for over three years. Your first version, TAPDANCE, used tape ca.s.settes. We"re moving over to CD-ROM. It works, it"s easy to use. We"ll have our systems up and running in another couple of weeks."
"And you want us to copy it?"
"Looks sensible to me."
"You know what my people will say if we copy a system from CIA?" Olson asked.
"G.o.dd.a.m.n it! We stole the idea from you, remember?"
"Jack, we"re working on something similar, easier to use, little bit more secure. There are problems, but my back-room boys are almost ready to try it out."
Almost ready, Ryan thought. Ryan thought. That means anywhere from three months to three years. That means anywhere from three months to three years.
"General, I"m putting you on official notice. We have indications that your communications links are compromised."
"And?"
"And I will make that report to Congress and the President as well."
"It"s much more likely that there"s someone at State who leaked this. Further, it is possible that you"re the victim of disinformation. What does this agent give us?" the NSA Director asked.
"Some very useful material-us and j.a.pan."
"But nothing on the Soviet Union?"
Jack hesitated before answering, but there was no question of Olson"s loyalty. Or his intelligence. "Correct."
"And you"re saying that you"re certain this isn"t a false-flag operation? I repeat-certain?"
"You know better than that, Ron. What"s certain in this business?"
"Before I request a couple hundred million dollars" worth of funding, I need something better than this. It"s happened before, and we"ve done it, too-if the other side has something you can"t break, get them to change it. Make it appear that they"re penetrated."
"That might have been true fifty years ago, but not anymore."
"Repeat, I need better evidence before I go to see Trent. We can"t slap something together as quickly as you can with MERCURY. We have to make thousands of the G.o.dd.a.m.ned things. Supporting that is complex and costly as h.e.l.l. I need hard evidence before I stick my neck out that far."
"Fair enough, General. I"ve had my say."
"Jack, we"ll look into it. I have a tiger team that does that, and I"ll have them examining the problem tomorrow morning. I appreciate your concern. We"re friends, remember?"
"Sorry, Ron. Long hours."
"Maybe you need some time off. You look tired."
"That"s what everybody tells me."
Ryan"s next stop was at the FBI.
"I heard," Dan Murray said. "That bad?"
"I think so. Ron Olson isn"t so sure." Jack didn"t have to explain. Of all the possible disasters for a government to face short of war, none was worse than leaky communications links. Literally everything depended on secure methods of moving information from one place to another. Wars had been won and lost on the basis of a single message that had been leaked to the other side. One of America"s most stunning foreign-policy coups, the Washington Naval Treaty, had been the direct result of the State Department"s ability to read the cipher traffic between all of the partic.i.p.ating diplomats and their governments. A government that had no secrets could not function.
"Well, there"s the Walkers, Pelton, the others...." Murray observed. The KGB had been remarkably successful at recruiting people within the American communications agencies. Cipher clerks held the most sensitive jobs in the emba.s.sies, but were so poorly paid and regarded that they were still called "clerks," not even "technicians." Some resented that. Some resented it enough that they had decided that they could make money from what they knew. They all learned eventually that intelligence agencies pay poorly (except for CIA, which rewarded treason with real money), but by then it was always too late to turn back. From Walker the Russians had learned how American cipher machines were designed and how their keying systems worked. The basics of the cipher machines hadn"t really changed all that much in the preceding ten years. Improved technology had made them more efficient and much more reliable than their stepping-switch and pin-disc ancestors, but they all worked on a mathematical area called Complexity Theory, which had been developed by telephone engineers sixty years earlier to predict the working of large switching systems. And the Russians had some of the best mathematical theorists in the world. It was believed by many that knowledge of the structure of cipher machines might enable a really clever mathematician to crack a whole system. Had some unknown Russian made a theoretical breakthrough? If so ...
"We have to a.s.sume there are more we haven"t caught. Add that to their technical expertise, and I"m really worried."
"Doesn"t affect the Bureau directly, thank G.o.d." Most of the FBI encrypted communications were voice links, and though they could be broken, the data recovered was both too time-sensitive and further disguised by the use of code names and slang that mostly concealed what agents were up to. Besides which, the opposition had real limits on how many things they could examine.
"Can you have your people do some scratching around?"
"Oh, yeah. You"re going up the chain on this?"
"I think I have to, Dan."
"You"re bucking a couple of major bureaucracies."
Ryan leaned against the doorframe. "My cause is just, isn"t it?"
"You never learn, do you?" Murray shook his head and laughed.
"Those b.a.s.t.a.r.d Americans!" Narmonov raged.
"What"s the problem now, Andrey Il"ych?"
"Oleg Kirilovich, have you any idea what it is like dealing with a suspicious foreign country?"
"Not yet," Kadishev answered. "I only deal with suspicious domestic elements." The effective abolition of the Politburo had perversely eliminated the apprenticeship period during which an up-and-coming Soviet political figure might learn the international version of statecraft. Now they were no better off than Americans were. And that, Kadishev reminded himself, was something to keep in mind. "What seems to be the problem?"
"This must be kept absolutely secret, my young friend."
"Understood."
"The Americans have circulated a memorandum around their emba.s.sies to make discreet inquiries concerning my political vulnerability."
"Indeed?" Kadishev did not allow himself to react beyond the single word. He was immediately struck by the dichotomy of the situation. His report had had the proper effect on the American government, but the fact that Narmonov knew of it made his discovery as an American agent possible. Wasn"t that interesting? he asked himself in a moment of clear objectivity. His maneuvers were now a genuine gamble, with a downside as enormous as the upside. Such things were to be expected, weren"t they? He was not gambling a month"s wages. "How do we know this?" he asked after a moment"s reflection.
"That I cannot reveal."
"I understand." d.a.m.n! Well, he is confiding in me ... though that might be a clever ploy on Andrey Il"ych"s part, mightn"t it? d.a.m.n! Well, he is confiding in me ... though that might be a clever ploy on Andrey Il"ych"s part, mightn"t it? "But we are sure of it?" "But we are sure of it?"
"Quite sure."
"How can I help?"
"I need your help, Oleg. Again, I ask for it."
"This business with the Americans concerns you greatly, then?"
"Of course it does!"
"I can understand that it is something to be considered, but what real interest do they have in our domestic politics?"
"You know the answer to that."
"True."
"I need your help," Narmonov repeated.
"I must discuss this with my colleagues."
"Quickly, if you please."
"Yes." Kadishev took his leave and walked out to his car. He drove himself, which was unusual for a senior Soviet politician. Times had changed. Such officials now had to be men of the people, and that meant that the reserved center lanes of the broad Moscow streets were gone, along with most of the other traditional perks. That was too bad, Kadishev thought, but without the other changes that made it necessary, he"d still be a lonely voice in some distant oblast oblast instead of the leader of a major faction in the Congress of People"s Deputies. So he was willing to do without the dacha in the woods east of Moscow, and the luxury apartment, and the chauffeur-driven, handmade limousine, and all the other things that had once attached to the rulers of this vast and unhappy country. He drove to his legislative office, where at least he had a reserved parking place. Once behind the closed door of his office, he composed a brief letter on his personal typewriter. This he folded into a pocket. There was work to do this day. He walked down the street to the immense lobby of the Congress, and checked his coat. The attendant was female. She took his coat and handed him a numbered token. He thanked her politely. As she took the coat to its numbered hook, the attendant removed the note from the inside pocket and tucked it into the pocket of her own jacket. Four hours later it arrived in the American Emba.s.sy. instead of the leader of a major faction in the Congress of People"s Deputies. So he was willing to do without the dacha in the woods east of Moscow, and the luxury apartment, and the chauffeur-driven, handmade limousine, and all the other things that had once attached to the rulers of this vast and unhappy country. He drove to his legislative office, where at least he had a reserved parking place. Once behind the closed door of his office, he composed a brief letter on his personal typewriter. This he folded into a pocket. There was work to do this day. He walked down the street to the immense lobby of the Congress, and checked his coat. The attendant was female. She took his coat and handed him a numbered token. He thanked her politely. As she took the coat to its numbered hook, the attendant removed the note from the inside pocket and tucked it into the pocket of her own jacket. Four hours later it arrived in the American Emba.s.sy.
"Panic attack?" Fellows asked.
"You might call it that, gentlemen," Ryan said.
"Okay, tell us about the problem." Trent sipped at his tea.
"We"ve had more indications that our communications links may be penetrated."
"Again?" Trent rolled his eyes.
"Come on, Al, we"ve heard that song before," Fellows grumbled. "Details, Jack, details."
Ryan went through the data.
"And what"s the White House think?"
"I don"t know yet. I"m heading up the street after I leave here. Frankly I"d rather discuss it with you guys first, and I had to come down on some other stuff anyway." Jack went on to describe the SPINNAKER report on Narmonov"s problems.
"How long have you had this?"
"A couple of weeks-"
"Why haven"t we heard it?" Trent demanded.
"Because we"ve been running around in circles trying to confirm it," Jack answered.
"And?"
"Al, we"ve been unable to confirm directly. There are indications that the KGB is up to something. There seems to be a very discreet operation in Germany, looking for some lost tactical nukes."
"Good Lord!" Fellows noted. "What do you mean by "lost"?"
"We"re not sure. If it ties in with SPINNAKER, well, maybe there"s been some creative accounting on the part of the Soviet Army."
"Your opinion?"
"I don"t know, guys, I just don"t know. Our a.n.a.lysis people are about evenly divided-those that are willing to offer an opinion."
"We know their army isn"t real happy," Fellows said slowly. "The loss of funding, loss of prestige, loss of units and billets ... but that that unhappy?" unhappy?"
"Pleasant thought," Trent added. "A power struggle in a country with all those nukes.... How reliable has SPINNAKER been?"
"Very. Five years of devoted service."
"He"s a member of their parliament, right?" Fellows asked.
"Correct."
"Evidently a very senior one to get stuff like this ... that"s okay, I don"t think either one of us wants to know his name," Fellows added.
Trent nodded. "Probably somebody we"ve met." Good guess, Al, Good guess, Al, Jack didn"t say. "You"re taking this seriously also?" Jack didn"t say. "You"re taking this seriously also?"
"Yes, sir, and also trying very hard to confirm it."
"Anything new on NI TAKA?" Trent asked.
"Sir, I-"
"I heard from up the treet that there"s something to do with Mexico," Al Trent said next. "The President evidently wants my support on something. You are cleared to tell us. Honest, Jack, the President has authorized it."