"Well, I have the crew all ready. The sonar troops are hot."
Mancuso looked at his subordinate. At what point, At what point, he wondered, he wondered, does a positive can-do att.i.tude become a lie? does a positive can-do att.i.tude become a lie? "I"m a little concerned with the transfer rate from your ship." "I"m a little concerned with the transfer rate from your ship."
Ricks didn"t go defensive. "Well, we had some guys with family concerns. No sense holding on to people whose minds are in the wrong place. A statistical blip. I had it happen once before."
I bet you did. "How"s morale?" Mancuso asked next. "How"s morale?" Mancuso asked next.
"You"ve seen the results of our drills and exams. That must tell you something," Captain Ricks replied.
Clever son of a b.i.t.c.h. "Okay, let me make it clear, Harry. You had a run-in with Dr. Jones." "Okay, let me make it clear, Harry. You had a run-in with Dr. Jones."
"So?"
"So I talked with him about it."
"How formal is this?"
"Informal as you like, Harry."
"Fine. Your Jones fellow is a pretty good technician, but he seems to have forgotten the fact that he left the Navy as an enlisted man. If he wants to talk to me as an equal, it would help if he"d bothered to accomplish something."
"That man has a doctor"s degree in physics from CalTech, Harry."
Ricks took on a puzzled expression. "So?"
"So he"s one of the smartest people I know, and he was the best enlisted man I ever met."
"That"s fine, but if enlisted were as smart as officers, we"d pay them more." It was the supreme arrogance of the statement that angered Bart Mancuso.
"Captain, when I was driving Dallas, Dallas, and Jones talked, I listened. If life had worked out a little different, he"d be on his XO tour right now and on his way to command of a fast-attack. Ron would have made a superb CO." and Jones talked, I listened. If life had worked out a little different, he"d be on his XO tour right now and on his way to command of a fast-attack. Ron would have made a superb CO."
Ricks dismissed that. "We"ll never know that, will we? I always figured that those who can, do. Those who can"t make excuses. Okay, fine, he"s a good technician. I don"t dispute that. He did good work with my sonar department, and I"m grateful for that, but let"s not get too excited. There are lots of technicians, and lots of contractors."
This was going nowhere, Mancuso saw. It was time to lay the law down. "Look, Harry, I"m catching rumbles about morale on your boat. I see that many transfer requests, and it tells me there might be a problem. So I nose around, and my impression is confirmed. You have a problem whether you know it or not."
"That, sir, is bulls.h.i.t. It"s like the alcohol-counseling weenies. People with no drinking problem say they have no drinking problem, but the counselors say that denial of a problem is the first indication there is one. It"s a circular argument. If I had a morale problem on my boat, performance figures would show it. But they don"t. don"t. My record is pretty clear. I drive submarines for a living. I"ve been in the top one percent of the top one percent since I put this suit on. Okay, my style isn"t the same as the next guy"s. I don"t kiss b.u.t.t, and I don"t mollycoddle. I demand performance, and I get it. You show me one hard indicator that I"m not doing it right, and I"ll listen, but until you do, sir, it isn"t broke, and I"m not going to try and fix it." My record is pretty clear. I drive submarines for a living. I"ve been in the top one percent of the top one percent since I put this suit on. Okay, my style isn"t the same as the next guy"s. I don"t kiss b.u.t.t, and I don"t mollycoddle. I demand performance, and I get it. You show me one hard indicator that I"m not doing it right, and I"ll listen, but until you do, sir, it isn"t broke, and I"m not going to try and fix it."
Bartolomeo Vito Mancuso, Captain (Rear Admiral selectee), United States Navy, did not come out of his chair only because his mainly Sicilian ancestry had been somewhat diluted in America. In the old country, he was instantly sure, his great-great-grandfather would have leveled his lupara lupara and blown a wide, b.l.o.o.d.y hole through Ricks" chest for that. Instead he kept his face impa.s.sive and coldly decided on the spot that Ricks would never get beyond captain"s rank. It was in his power to do that. He had a large collection of COs working for him. Only the top two, maybe the top three, would screen for flag rank. Ricks would be rated no higher than fourth in that group. It might be dishonest, Mancuso told himself in a moment of dispa.s.sionate integrity, but it was still the right thing to do. This man could not be trusted with command higher than he now held, and he had probably come too far already. It would be so easy. Ricks would object loudly and pa.s.sionately to being rated fourth in a group of fourteen, but Mancuso would simply say, and blown a wide, b.l.o.o.d.y hole through Ricks" chest for that. Instead he kept his face impa.s.sive and coldly decided on the spot that Ricks would never get beyond captain"s rank. It was in his power to do that. He had a large collection of COs working for him. Only the top two, maybe the top three, would screen for flag rank. Ricks would be rated no higher than fourth in that group. It might be dishonest, Mancuso told himself in a moment of dispa.s.sionate integrity, but it was still the right thing to do. This man could not be trusted with command higher than he now held, and he had probably come too far already. It would be so easy. Ricks would object loudly and pa.s.sionately to being rated fourth in a group of fourteen, but Mancuso would simply say, Sorry, Harry Sorry, Harry-I"m not saying there"s anything wrong with you, just that Andy, Bill, and Chuck are a little better. Just bad luck to be in a squadron of aces, Harry. I have to make an honest call, and they"re just a whisker better.
Ricks was just fast enough to realize that he had crossed over a line, that there really were no "off-the-record" talks in the Navy. He had defied his squadron commander, a man already on the fast track, a man trusted and believed by the Pentagon and the OP-02 bureaucracy.
"Sir, excuse me for being so positive. It"s just that n.o.body likes to be called down when-"
Mancuso smiled as he cut the man off. "No problem, Harry. We Italians tend to be a little pa.s.sionate, too." Too late, Harry.... Too late, Harry....
"Maybe you"re right. Let me think it over. Besides, if I tangle with that Akula, I"ll show you what my people can do."
Little late to talk about "my people, "fella. But Mancuso had to give him the chance, didn"t he? Not much of a chance, but a little one. If there were a miracle, then he might reconsider. But Mancuso had to give him the chance, didn"t he? Not much of a chance, but a little one. If there were a miracle, then he might reconsider. Might, Might, Bart told himself, Bart told himself, if this arrogant little p.r.i.c.k decides to kiss my a.s.s at the main gate at noon on the Fourth of July while the marching band pa.s.ses by. if this arrogant little p.r.i.c.k decides to kiss my a.s.s at the main gate at noon on the Fourth of July while the marching band pa.s.ses by.
"Sessions like this are supposed to be uncomfortable for everybody," the squadron commander said. Ricks would end up as an engineering expert, and a good one, once Mancuso got rid of him, and there was no disgrace in topping out as a captain, was there? Not for a good man, anyway.
"Nothing else?" Golovko asked.
"Not a thing," the Colonel replied.
"And our officer?"
"I saw his widow two days ago. I told her that he was dead, but that we were unable to recover the body. She took the news badly. It is a hard thing to see so lovely a face in tears," the man reported quietly.
"What about the pension, other arrangements?"
"I am seeing to it myself."
"Good, those d.a.m.ned paper-pushers don"t seem to care about anyone or anything. If there"s a problem, let me know."
"I have nothing more to suggest from the technical-intelligence side," the Colonel went on. "Can you follow up elsewhere?"
"We"re still rebuilding our network inside their defense ministry. Preliminary indications are that there is nothing, that the new Germany has disavowed the whole DDR project," Golovko said. "There is a hint that American and British agencies have made similar inquiries and come away satisfied."
"It is unlikely, I think, that German nuclear weapons would be a matter of immediate concern to the Americans or the English."
"True. We are carrying on, but I do not expect to find anything. I think this is an empty hole."
"In that case, Sergey Nikolayevich, why was our man murdered?"
"We still don"t know know that, d.a.m.n it!" that, d.a.m.n it!"
"Yes, I suppose he might now be working for the Argentineans...."
"Colonel, remember your place!"
"I have not forgotten it. Nor have I forgotten that when someone troubles to murder an intelligence officer there is a good reason for it."
"But there"s nothing there! At least three intelligence services are looking. Our people in Argentina are still working-"
"Oh, yes, the Cubans?"
"Correct, that was their area of responsibility, and we can scarcely depend on their a.s.sistance now, can we?"
The Colonel closed his eyes. What had KGB come to? "I still think we should press on."
"Your recommendation is noted. The operation is not over."
Exactly what he could do now, Golovko thought after the man left, exactly what new avenues he should explore ... he didn"t know. He had a goodly percentage of his field force sniffing for leads, but as yet there was nothing. This miserable profession was so much like police work, wasn"t it?
Marvin Russell went over his requirements. Certainly these were generous people. He still had almost all of the money he"d brought over. He"d even offered to make use of it, but Qati would have none of that. He had a briefcase in which were forty thousand dollars in crisp twenties and fifties, and on setting himself up in America he"d take in a direct bank transfer from an English bank. His tasks were fairly simple. First he needed new ident.i.ties for himself and the others. That was child"s play. Even doing the driver"s licenses was not difficult if you had the right hardware, and he"d be purchasing that for cash. He"d even be able to set the equipment up in the safe house. Now, exactly why he had to do hotel reservations in addition to setting up the safe house was another question. These characters sure liked to keep things complicated.
On the way to the airport he"d taken a day to stop at a good tailor shop-Beirut might have been at war, but life still went on. By the time he boarded the British Airways jet for Heath-row he looked quite distinguished. Three very nice suits-two of them packed. A conservative haircut, expensive shoes that cramped his feet.
"Magazine, sir?" the stew asked.
"Thank you." Russell smiled.
"American?"
"That"s right. Going home."
"It must be rather difficult in Lebanon."
"Did get kind of exciting, yes."
"Drink?"
"A beer would be very nice." Russell grinned. He was even getting the businessman lingo down. The plane was not even a third full, and it seemed like this stewardess was going to adopt him. Maybe it was the tan, Russell thought.
"There you go, sir. Will you be staying long in London?"
""Fraid not. Connecting to Chicago. Two-hour layover."
"That is too bad." She even looked disappointed for him. The Brits, Russell thought, sure were nice people. Almost as hospitable as those Arabs.
The last bundle went in just after three in the morning, local time. Fromm didn"t alter his demeanor a dot. He checked this one as carefully as he had checked the first, fixing it in place only after he was fully satisfied. Then he stood straight up and stretched.
"Enough!"
"I agree, Manfred."
"This time tomorrow we"ll have the a.s.sembly finished. What remains is simple, not fourteen hours" work."
"In that case, let"s get some sleep." On the way out of the building, Ghosn gave the Commander a wink.
Qati watched them depart, then walked over to the senior guard. "Where"s Achmed?"
"Went to see the doctor, remember?"
"Hmmm. When"s he back?"
"Tomorrow, maybe the day after, I"m not sure."
"Very well. We will have a special job for you soon."
The guard watched the men walking away from the building and nodded dispa.s.sionately. "Where do you want us to excavate the hole?"
28.
CONTRACTUAL OBLIGATIONS.
Jet lag could be a real b.i.t.c.h, Marvin thought. Russell had left O"Hare in a rented Mercury and driven west to a motel just east of Des Moines. He surprised the clerk by paying cash for his room, explaining that his wallet and credit cards had been stolen. He had an obviously brand-new wallet to support that statement, besides which the clerk honored cash as readily as any businessman. Sleep came easily that night. He awoke just after five, after a good ten hours of slumber, had himself a big American breakfast-as hospitable as people were in Lebanon, they didn"t know how to eat; he wondered how they managed to live without bacon-and set off for Colorado. By lunch he was halfway across Nebraska, and going over his plans and requirements again. Dinner found him in the town of Roggen, an hour northeast of Denver, which was close enough. Stiff from travel, he found yet another motel and crashed for the night. This time he was able to watch and enjoy some American TV, including a recap of the NFL season on ESPN. It was surprising how much he"d missed football. Almost as surprising as how much he"d missed having a drink whenever he wanted. That craving was fixed with a bottle of Jack Daniel"s he"d gotten along the way. By midnight he was feeling pretty mellow, looking around at his surroundings, glad to be back in America, and also glad for the reason he was back. It was time for some payback. Russell had not forgotten who had once owned Colorado, and hadn"t forgotten the ma.s.sacre at Sand Creek.
It should have been expected. Things had gone too smoothly, and reality does not often allow perfection. A small mistake in one of the fittings for the Primary had been detected, and that fitting had to be removed and remachined, a process that set them back by thirty hours, of which forty minutes had been required for the machining and the rest for disa.s.sembly and rea.s.sembly of the weapon. Fromm, who should have been philosophical, had been livid during the whole procedure, and insisted on doing the fix himself. Then had come the laborious replacement of the explosive blocks, all the more onerous for having already been done once.
"Only three millimeters," Ghosn noted. Just a mistaken setting on one of the controls. Since it had been a manual job, the computers hadn"t caught it. One of Fromm"s figures had been misread, and the first visual inspection of the a.s.sembly hadn"t caught it. "And we had that extra day."
Fromm merely grumbled behind his protective mask as he and Ghosn lifted the plutonium a.s.sembly and gently set it in place. Five minutes later it was clear that they had it correctly located. The bars of tungsten-rhenium next fit into their own places, then the beryllium segments, and finally, the heavy depleted-uranium hemisphere that separated the Primary from the Secondary. Fifty more explosive blocks and they were done. Fromm ordered a pause-what they had just accomplished was heavy work, and he wanted a short rest. The machinists were already gone, their services no longer required.
"We should have been done by now," the German said quietly.
"It is unreasonable to expect perfection, Manfred."
"The ignorant b.a.s.t.a.r.d couldn"t read!"
"The number on the plans was smudged." And that was your fault, And that was your fault, Ghosn did not have to say. Ghosn did not have to say.
"Then he should have asked!"
"As you say, Manfred. You pick a poor time to be impatient. We are on schedule."
The young Arab just didn"t understand, Fromm knew. The culmination of his life"s ambitions, and it should have been done by now! "Come on."
It required ten additional hours until the seventieth and last explosive block sat in its resting place. Ghosn attached its wire lead to the proper terminal, and that was that. He extended his hand to the German, who took it.
"Congratulations, Herr Doktor Fromm."
"Ja. Thank you, Herr Ghosn. Now we only need to weld the case shut, draw the vacuum-oh, excuse me, the tritium. How did I forget that? Who does the welding?" Manfred asked.
"I will. I"m very good at that." The top half of the bombcase had a wide f.l.a.n.g.e to ensure the safety of that procedure, and it had already been checked for a perfect fit. The machinists had not merely handled the precise work on the explosive part of the device. Every single part-except for the single mistrimmed fitting-had been cut and shaped to Fromm"s specifications, and the bombcase had already been checked. It fit as tightly as the back of a watch.