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such a thing, or so everyone in the terrorist movement feared, but over the years a brutally Darwinian process had ended the lives of all the careless men; the Israeli Mossad had never once blanched at the sight of Islamic blood, and had he been discovered by that agency, he would long since have been dead. Or that’s what he told himself, still watching his rearview mirror because that was how he stayed alive.
On the other hand, it amused him greatly that this mission would not have been possible without the Israelis. Islamic terrorist groups existed in America, but they had all the hallmarks of amateurs. They were overtly religious. They held meetings in known places. They talked among themselves. They could be seen, spotted, and positively identified as being different from the other fish in their adopted sea. And then they wondered how they were caught. Fools, Movie Star thought. But they served their purpose. In being visible, they attracted attention, and the American FBI had only so many assets. However formidable the world’s intelligence services, they were also human institutions, and humans universally pounded on the nails that stuck up.
Israel had taught him that, after a fashion. Before the fall of the Shah, his own intelligence service, the Savak, had received training from the Israeli Mossad, and not all Savak members had been executed with the arrival of the new Islamic regime. The tradecraft they’d learned had also been taught to those like Movie Star, and the truth of the matter was that it was very easy to understand. The more important the mission, the more caution was required. If you wanted to avoid being spotted, then you had to disappear into your surroundings. In a secular country, do not be obviously devout. In a Christian and Jewish country, do not be Muslim. In a nation that had learned to distrust people from the Middle East, be from somewhere else–or better yet, on occasion, be truthful after a fashion. Yes, I come from there, but I am a Christian, or a Baha’i, or a Kurd, or an Armenian, and they persecuted my family cruelly, and so I came to America, the land of opportunity, to experience true freedom. And if you fol-
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lowed those simple rules, the opportunity was quite real, for America made it so easy. This country welcomed foreigners with an openness that reminded Movie Star of his own culture’s stern law of hospitality.
Here he was in the camp of his enemy, and his doubts faded, as the exhilaration of it increased his heart rate and brought a smile to his face. He was the best at what he did. The Israelis, having trained him at second hand, had never gotten close to him, and if they couldn’t, then neither could the Americans. You just had to be careful.
In each team of three there was one man like him, not quite as experienced as he was, but close enough. Able to rent a car and drive safely. To know to be polite and friendly with all he met. If a policeman were to stop him, he knew to be contrite and apologetic, to ask what he’d done wrong, and then ask for directions, because people remembered hostility more clearly than amity. To profess to be a physician or engineer or something else respectable. It was easy if you were careful.
Movie Star reached his first destination, a middle-level hotel on the outskirts of Annapolis, and checked in under his cover name, Dieter Kolb. The Americans were so foolish. Even their police thought that all Muslims were Arabs, never remembering that Iran was an Aryan country–the very same ethnic identity which Hitler had claimed for his nation. He went to his room, and checked his watch. If everything went according to plan, they would meet in two hours. To be sure, he placed a call to the 1-800 numbers for the proper airlines–and inquired about arriving flights. They’d all arrived on time. There might have been a problem with customs, or bad traffic, but the plan had allowed for that. It was a cautious one.
THEY WERE ALREADY on the road for their next stop, which was Atlantic City, New Jersey, where there was a huge convention center. The various new-model and “concept” cars were wrapped in covers to protect their finish, most of them on conventional auto trailers, but a few in covered trailers like those used by racing teams. One of the
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manufacturer’s representatives was going over handwritten comments his company had solicited from people who’d stopped by to look at their products. The man rubbed his eyes. Damned headache, sniffles. He hoped he wasn’t coming down with something. Achy, too. That’s what you got for standing around all day right under the air-conditioning vent.
THE OFFICIAL TELEGRAM was hardly unexpected. The American Secretary of State requested an official consultation with his government to discuss matters of mutual interest. Zhang knew there was no avoiding this, and all the better to receive him in a friendly way, protesting innocence–and inquiring delicately if the American President had merely misspoken himself or had changed long-standing U.S. policy at his press conference. That side issue alone would tie up Adler for some hours, he imagined. The American would probably offer to be an intermediary between Beijing and Taipei, to shuttle back and forth between the two cities, hoping to calm things down. That would be very useful.
For the moment, the exercises were continuing, albeit with somewhat greater respect for the neutral space between the two sets of forces. The heat was still on, but at the “simmer” setting. The People’s Republic, the ambassador had already explained in Washington, had done nothing wrong, had not fired the first shot, and had no desire to initiate hostilities. The problem was with the breakaway province, and if only America would accede to the obvious solution to the problem–there is one China– then the matter would be settled, and quickly.
But America had long held to a policy that made sense to none of the countries involved, wanting to be friendly with Beijing anJTaipei, treating the latter as the lesser nation it was, but unwilling to take that to its logical conclusion. Instead, America said that, yes, there was only one China, but that the one China did not have the right to enforce its rule on the “other” China, which, according to official American policy, didn’t actually exist. Such was
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American consistency. It would be such a pleasure to point this out to Secretary Adler.
“THE PEOPLE’S REPUBLIC is pleased to welcome Secretary Adler in the interests of peace and regional stability.’ Well, isn’t that nice of them,” Ryan said, still in his office at nine in the evening, and wondering what TV his kids were watching without him. He handed the message back to Adler.
“You’re really sure they did it?” SecState asked Admiral Jackson.
“If I go over it any more, the tape will wear out.”
“You know, sometimes people just screw up.”
“Sir, this is not one of those times,” Robby said, wondering if he’d have to run the videotape again. “And they’ve been exercising their fleet for quite a while now.”
“Oh?” Ryan asked.
“To the point that they must be wearing things out by now. They’re not as good on maintenance as we are. Besides that, they’re using up a lot of fuel. This is the most at-sea time we’ve ever seen them do. Why are they stringing things out? This shoot-down looks to me like a great excuse to call it a day and head back to port and say they’ve made their point.”
“National pride,” Adler suggested. “Face saving.”
“Well, since then they’ve curtailed operations somewhat. Not approaching the line I showed you. The Taiwanese are really at full alert now. Hell, maybe that’s it,” the J-3 opined. “You don’t attack a pissed-off enemy. You let him relax some first.”
“Rob, you said that a real attack isn’t possible,” Ryan said.
“Jack, in the absence of knowledge of their intentions, I have to go by capabilities. They can stage a major engagement in the strait, and they will probably come off winners if they do. Maybe that will put sufficient political pressure on Taiwan to force some sort of major concession. They killed people,” Jackson reminded the other two. “Sure, the value they place on human life isn’t the
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same as ours, but when you kill people you cross another invisible line–and they know how we feel about that.”
“Move the carrier up,” Adler said.
“Why, Scott?”
“Mr. President, it gives me a face card to lay on the table. It shows that we’re taking this seriously. As Admiral Jackson just told us, we do take the loss of life seriously, and they will just have to accept the fact that we don’t want and might not allow this to go any further.”
“What if they press anyway–what if there’s another ‘accident’ that might involve us?”