Debt Of Honor by Clancy, Tom

the Rossiya Insurance Company. “And yet we have so far to go.”

Business, Jack thought. Well, Sergey had never been bashful about that.

Ryan remembered looking into the wrong end of a pistol in this man’s hand.

But that had all taken place before the so-called end of history.

“I’m doing everything I can, Sergey. We got you the five billion for the

missiles. That was a nice scam you ran on us, by the way.” Ryan checked

his watch. The ceremony was scheduled for the evening. One Minuteman-III

and one 88-19 left-if you didn’t count the 88-195 in Japan that had been

reconfigured to launch satellites.

“We have many problems, Jack.”

“Fewer than a year ago,” Ryan observed, wondering what the next re-

quest would be. ‘ ‘I know you advise President Grushavoy on more than just

intelligence matters. Come on, Sergey, things are getting better. You know

that.”

“Nobody ever told us that democracy would be so hard.”

“It’s hard for us, too, pal. We rediscover it every day.”

‘ ‘The frustration is that we know we have everything we need to make our

country prosperous. The problem is in making everything work. Yes, I ad-

vise my president on many things-”

“Sergey, if you’re not one of the best-informed people in your country, I

would be very surprised.”

“Hmm, yes. Well, we are surveying eastern Siberia, so many things, so

many resources. We have to hire Japanese to do it for us, but what they are

finding …” His voice trailed off.

“You’re building up to something, Sergey. What is it?”

“We think they do not tell us everything. We dug up some surveys done

in the early thirties. They were in archives in the Ministry of the Interior. A

deposit of gadolinium in an unlikely place. At the time there were few uses

for that metal, and it was forgotten until some of my people did a detailed

search of old data. Gadolinium now has many uses, and one of their survey

teams camped within a few kilometers of the deposit. We know it’s real. The

thirties team brought back samples for assay. But it was not included in their

last report.”

“And?” Jack asked.

“And I find it curious that they lied to us on this,” Golovko observed,

taking his time. You didn’t build up to a play like this all that quickly.

“How are you paying them for the work?”

“The agreement is that they will assist us in the exploitation of many of

the things they find for us. The terms are generous.”

“Why would they lie?” Ryan inquired.

Golovko shook his head. “I do not know. It might be important to find

out. You are a student of history, are you not?”

It was one of the things that each respected about the other. Ryan might

have written off Golovko’s concerns as yet another example of Russian

paranoia-sometimes he thought that the entire concept had been invented

in this country-but that would have been unfair. Russia had fought Japan

under the C/.ar in 1904-1905 and lost, along the way giving the Japanese

Navy a landmark victory at the Battle of the Tsushima Strait. Thai war had

gone a long way toward destroying the Romanovs and to elevating Japan to

world-power status, which had led to their involvement in two world wars. It

had also inflicted a bleeding sore on the Russian psyche that Stalin had re-

membered well enough to recover the lost territories. The Japanese had also

been involved in post-World War I efforts to topple the Bolsheviks. They’d

put a sizable army into Siberia, and hadn’t been all that enthusiastic about

withdrawing it. The same thing had happened again, in 1938 and 1939, with

more serious consequences this time, first at the hands of Marshal Blyukher,

and then a guy named Zhukov. Yes, there was much history between Russia

and Japan.

“In this day and age, Sergey?” Ryan asked with a wry expression.

“You know, Jack, as bright a chap as you are, you are still an American,

and your experience with invasions is far less serious than ours. Are we pan-

icked about this? No, of course not. Is it something worthy of close atten-

tion? Yes, Ivan Emmetovich, it is.”

He was clearly building up to something, and with all the time he’d taken,

it had to be something big, Ryan thought. Time to find out what it was:

“Well, Sergey Nikolay’ch, I suppose I can understand your concern, but

there isn’t very much I can-” Golovko cut him off with a single word.

“THISTLE.”

“Lyalin’s old network. What about it?”

“You have recently reactivated it.” The Chairman of RVS saw that Ryan

had the good grace to blink in surprise. A bright, serious man, Ryan, but still

not really someone who would have made a good field officer. His emotions

were just too open. Perhaps, Sergey thought, he should read a book on Ire-

land, the better to understand the player in the ancient leather chair. Ryan

had strengths and weaknesses, neither of which he completely understood.

“What gives you that idea?” the American asked as innocently as he

could, knowing that he’d reacted, again, baited by this clever old pro. He

saw Golovko smile at his discomfort and wondered if the liberalization of

this country had allowed people to develop a better sense of humor. Before

Golovko would just have stared impassively.

“Jack, we are professionals, are we not? I know this. How I know it is my

concern.”

“I don’t know what cards you’re holding, my friend, but before you go

any further, we need to decide if this is a friendly game or not.”

“As you know, the real Japanese counterintelligence agency is the Public

Safety Investigation Division of their Justice Ministry.” The expositional

statement was as clear as it had to be, and was probably truthful. It also de-

fined the terms of the discourse. This was a friendly game. Golovko had just

revealed a secret of his own, though not a surprising one.

You had to admire the Russians. Their expertise in the espionage business

was world-class. No, Ryan corrected himself. They were the class of the-

world. What better way to run agents in any foreign country than first to

establish a network within the country’s counterintelligence services? There

was still the lingering suspicion that they had in fact controlled MI-5, Brit-

ain’s Security Service, for some years, and their deep and thorough penetra-

tion of CIA’s own internal-security arm was still an embarrassment to

America.

“Make your play,” Ryan said. Check to the dealer . . .

“You have two field officers in Japan covered as Russian journalists.

They are reactivating the network. They are very good, and very careful, but

one of their contacts is compromised by PSID. That can happen to anyone,”

Golovko observed fairly. He didn’t even gloat, Jack saw. Well, he was too

professional for that, and it was a fairly friendly game by most standards.

The other side of the statement was as clear as it could be: with a simple

gesture Sergey was in a position to burn Clark and Chavez, creating yet an-

other international incident between two countries that had enough problems

to settle. That was why Golovko didn’t gloat. He didn’t have to.

Ryan nodded. “Okay, pal. I just folded. Tell me what you want.”

“We would like to know why Japan is lying to us, and anything else that

in Mrs. Foley’s opinion might be of interest to us. In return we are in a posi-

tion to protect the network for you.” He didn’t add,/or the time being.

“How much do they know?” Jack asked, considering the spoken offer.

Golovko was suggesting that Russia cover an American intelligence opera-

tion. It was something new, totally unprecedented. They put a very high

value on the information that might be developed. High as hell, Jack

thought. Why?

“Enough to expel them from the country, no more.” Golovko opened a

drawer and handed over a sheet of paper. “This is all Foleyeva needs to

know.”

Jack read and pocketed it. “My country has no desire to see any sort of

conflict between Russia and Japan.”

“Then we are agreed?”

“Yes, Sergey. I will recommend approval of your suggestion.”

“As always, Ivan Emmetovich, a pleasure to do business with you.”

“Why didn’t you activate it yourself?” Ryan asked, wondering how

badly rolled he’d been that day.

“Lyalin held out on the information. Clever of him. We didn’t have

enough time to-persuade? Yes, persuade him to give it over-before we

gave him to your custody.”

Such a nice turn of phrase, Jack thought. Persuade. Well, Golovko had

come up under the old system. It was too much to expect that he would have

been entirely divorced from it. Jack managed a grin.

“You know, you were great enemies.” And with Golovko’s single sug-

gestion. Jack thought behind clinically impassive eyes, perhaps now there

would be the beginning of something else. Damn, how much crazier would