for Gerry Ford. I want somebody whom the public respects, somebody who
can run the shop for me when I’m away. I need somebody heavy in foreign
affairs. I need somebody who can help me put my foreign-policy team to-
gether. And,” he added, “I know you want out. You’ve done enough. And
so, after this, you can’t be called back for a permanent post.”
“Wait u minute. I’m not even in your party,” Jack managed to say.
“As the Constitution was originally drafted, the Vice President was sup-
posed to be the loser in the general election. James Madison and the others
assumed that patriotism would triumph over partisanship. Well, they were
wrong,” Durling allowed. “But in this case-Jack, I know you. I will not
use you in a political sense. No speeches and baby-kissing.”
“Never pick up a baby to kiss it,” Trent said. “They always puke on you,
and somebody always gels a picture. Always kiss the baby in the mom’s
arms.” The good political advice was sufficient to lighten the atmosphere a
little.
“Your job will be to get the White I louse organized, to manage national-
security affairs, really to help me strengthen my foreign-policy team. And
then I’ll let you go and nobody will ever call you back. You’ll be a free man,
Jack,” Durling promised. “Once and for all.”
“My God,” Cathy said.
“It’s what you wanted, too, isn’t it?”
Caroline nodded. “Yes, it is. But-but, I don’t know anything about poli-
tics. I-”
“Lucky you,” Anne Durling observed. “You won’t have to gel stuck
with it.”
“1 have my work and-”
“And you’ll still do it. A nice house comes along with the job,” the Presi-
dent went on. “And it’s temporary.” He turned his head. “Well, Jack?”
“What makes you think that I can be confirmed-”
“Leave that to us,” Trent said in a way that announced quite clearly that it
had already been settled.
“You won’t ask me to-”
“My word on it,” the President promised. “Your obligation ends next
January.”
“What about-I mean, that makes me President of the Senate, and in the
event of a close vote-”
“I suppose I ought to say that I’ll tell you how I want you to vote, and I
will, and I hope you’ll listen, but I know you’ll vote your conscience. I can
live with that. As a matter of fact, if you were any other way, I wouldn’t be
making this offer.”
“Besides, nothing on the schedule will be that close,” Trent assured him.
They’d talked that one over, too, the night before.
“I think we should pay more attention to the military,” Jack said.
“If you make your recommendations, I’ll incorporate them in the budget.
You’ve taught me a lesson on that, and I may need you to help me hammer it
through Congress. Maybe that will be your valedictory.”
“They’ll listen to you. Jack,” Trent assured him.
Jesus, Ryan thought, wishing that he’d gone easier on the wine. Predicta-
bly he looked over to his wife. Their eyes met, and she nodded. You sure?
his eyes asked. She nodded again.
‘ ‘Mr. President, under the terms of your offer, and just to the end of your
term, yes, I will do it.”
Roger Durling motioned to a Secret Service agent, letting her know that
Tish Brown could make the press release in time for the morning papers.
Oreza allowed himself to board his boat for the first time since Burroughs
had landed his albacore. They left the pier at dawn, and by nightfall the engi-
neer was able to conclude his fishing vacation with another si/able game
fish before catching a Continental flight to Honolulu. His return to work
would include more than a fish story, but he wouldn’t mention the gear that
the boat’s skipper had dumped over the side as soon as they were out of sight
of land. It was a shame to dump the cameras and the expensive lights, but he
supposed there was some reason for it.
Chirk mid Chuvc/., Mill covered as Russians, managed to bully their way
onto it JAI. flight to Narita. On the way aboard they saw a well-dressed man
in htiiulculls with a military escort, and from twenty feet away, as they
moved ihc man into the first-class cabin, Ding Chavez looked into the eyes
o!’ the man who had ordered the death of Kimberly Norton. He briefly
wished for his light or a gun, or maybe even a knife, but that was not in the
cards. The flight to Japan took just over two boring hours, and both men
walked their carry-ons across the international terminal. They had first-class
reservations on another JAL flight to Vancouver, and from there they would
fly to Washington on an American carrier.
“Good evening,” the Captain said first in Japanese, then in English.
“This is Captain Sato. We expect this to be a smooth flight, and the winds
are good for us. With luck we should be in Vancouver at about seven in the
morning, local time.” The voice sounded even more mechanical than the
cheap ceiling speakers, but pilots liked talking like robots.
“Thank God,” Chavez observed quietly in English. He did the mental
arithmetic and decided that they’d be in Virginia around nine or ten in the
evening.
‘ ‘About right,” Clark thought.
“I want to marry your daughter, Mr. C. I’m going to pop the question
when I get back.” There, he’d finally said it. The look his offhand remark
generated made him cringe.
“Someday you’ll know what words like that do to a man, Ding.” My little
baby? he thought, as vulnerable to the moment as any man, perhaps more so.
“Don’t want a greaser in the family?”
“No, not that at all. It’s more-oh, what the hell, Ding. Easier to spell
Chavez than Wojohowit/. If it’s okay with her, then I suppose it’s okay with
me.”
That easy? “I expected you to bite my head off.”
Clark allowed himself a chuckle. ” No, I prefer guns for that sort of thing.
I thought you knew that.”
“The President could not have made a better selection,” Sam Fellows said
on “Good Morning, America.” “I’ve known Jack Ryan for nearly eight
years. He’s one of the brightest people in government service. I can tell you
now that he is one of the men most responsible for the rapid conclusion of
hostilities with Japan, and was also instrumental in the recovery of the finan-
cial markets.”
“There have been reports that his work at CIA-”
“You know that I am not free to reveal classified information.” Those
leaks would be handled by others, and the proper senators on both sides of
the aisle were being briefed in this morning as well. “I can say that Dr. Ryan
has served our country with the utmost personal honor. 1 cannot think ol
another intelligence official who has earned the trust and respect that Jack
Ryan has.”
“But ten years ago-the incident with the terrorists. Have we ever had a
Vice President who actually-”
“Killed people?” Fellows shook his head at the reporter. “A lot of
Presidents and Vice Presidents have been soldiers. Jack defended his fam-
ily against a vicious and direct attack, like any American would. I can tell
you that out where I live in Arizona, nobody would fault the man for
that.”
“Thanks, Sam,” Ryan said, watching his office TV. The first wave of
reporters was scheduled to assault him in thirty minutes, and he had to read
over briefing materials, plus a sheet of instructions from Tish Brown. Don’t
speak too fast. Don’t give a direct answer to any substantive political ques-
tion.
“I’m just glad to be here,” Ryan said to himself. “I just play them one
game at a time. Isn’t that what they tell rookie ballplayers to say?” he won-
dered aloud.
The 747 touched down even earlier than the pilot had promised, which was
fine but wouldn’t help on the connecting flight. The good news for the mo-
ment was that the first-class passengers got off first, and better still, a U.S.
consular official met Clark and Chavez at the gate, whisking them through
customs. Both men had slept on the flight, but their bodies were still out of
synch with the local time. An aging Delta L-IOI I lifted off two hours later,
bound for Dulles International.
Captain Sato remained in his command seat. One problem with interna-
tional air travel was the sameness of it all. This terminal could have been
almost anywhere, except that all of the faces were gaijin. There would be a
day-long layover before he flew back, doubtless full again of Japanese exec-
utives running away.
And this was the remainder of his life, ferrying people he didn’t know to
places he didn’t care about. If only he’d stayed in the Self-Defense Forces
maybe he would have done better, maybe it would have made a difference.
He was the best pilot in one of the world’s best airlines, and those skills