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Jack thought。 The dog had entirely supplanted AG Bear。 He found it hard to believe that anything could do that。
They're ing back； aren't they？ he asked the night。 Jack rose off the leather couch and walked to the windows。 It was a clear night。 Out on the Chesapeake Bay； he could see the running lights of ships plying their way to or from the Port of Baltimore； and the more ornate displays of tug…barge binations that plodded along more slowly。
He didn't know how he could have been so slow on the uptake。 Perhaps because the activity at Camp …18 almost tracked with the pattern that he'd tried repeatedly to discern。 It was about the right time for them to show up for refresher training。 But it was equally likely that they were planning something big。 Like maybe right here 。 。 。
〃Jesus。 You were too close to the problem； Jack；〃 he whispered。 It was public knowledge had been for a couple of weeks that they were ing over； and the ULA had already demonstrated its ability to operate in America； he remembered。 And we're bringing known targets into our home！ Real smart； Jack。 In retrospect it was amazing enough。 They'd accepted the backward invitation without the first thought 。 。 。 and even when the security people had been here the previous day； he'd made jokes。 You asshole！
He thought over the security provisions； taking himself back again to his time in the Corps。 As an abstract battle problem； his house was a tough objective。 You couldn't do anything from the east the cliff was a more dangerous obstacle than a minefield。 North and south； the woods were so thick and tangled that even the most skilled mando types would be hard…pressed to e through without making a horrendous racket and they sure as hell couldn't practice that kind of skill in a barren； treeless desert！ So they had to e from the west。 How many people did Avery say well； he didn't say； but I got the impression of about twenty。 Twenty security people； armed and trained。 He remembered the days from the Basic Officer's Course at Quantico； and the nights。 Twenty…two years old； invincible and immortal； drinking beer at local bars。 There'd been one night at a place called the mand Post； the one with a picture of Patton on the wall； when he'd started talking to a couple of instructors from the FBI Academy； just south of the Marine base。 They were every bit as proud as his brother Marines。 They never bothered to say 〃we are the best。〃 They simply assumed that everyone knew it。 Just like us。 The next day he'd accepted the invitation to shoot on their range and settle a gentlemanly wager。 It had cost him ten dollars to learn that one of them was the chief firearms instructor。 God； I wonder if Breckenridge could beat him！ The Secret Service wouldn't be very different； given their mission。 Would you want to tangle with them？ Hell； no！
If I assume that the ULA is as smart as it seems to be 。 。 。 and it is an unannounced trip； a private sort of thing 。 。 。 They won't know to e here； and even if they did； if they're too smart to take this one on 。 。 。 it should be safe； shouldn't it？
But that was a word whose meaning was forever changed。 Safe。 It was something no longer real。
Jack walked around the fireplace into the house's bedroom wing。 Sally was sleeping； with Ernie curled up on the foot of the bed。 His head came up when Jack entered the room； as if to say； 〃Yes？〃
His little girl was lying there； at peace； dreaming a child's dreams while her father contemplated the nightmare that still hovered over his family； the one he'd allowed himself to forget for a few hours。 He straightened the covers and patted the dog on the head before leaving the room。
Jack wondered how public figures did it。 They lived with the nightmare all the time。 He remembered congratulating the Prince for not letting such a threat dominate his life： Well done； old boy； that'll show them！ Be a fearless target！ It was a very different thing when you were yourself the target； Ryan admitted to the night； when your family was the target。 You put on the brave face； and followed your instructions； and wondered if every car on the street could hold a man with a machine gun who was bent on making your death into a very special political statement。 You could keep your mind off it during the day when you had work to do； but at night； when the mind wanders and dreams begin 。 。 。
The dualism was incredible。 You couldn't dwell on it； but neither could you allow yourself to forget it。 You couldn't let your life be dominated by fear； but you couldn't ever lapse into a feeling of security。 A sense of fatalism would have helped； but Ryan was a man who had always deemed himself the master of his fate。 He would not admit that anything else could be true。 He wanted to lash out； if not at them； then at destiny； but both were as far beyond his reach as the ships whose lights passed miles from his windows。 The safety of his family had almost been assured
We came so close！ he cried silently to the night。
They'd almost done it。 They'd almost won that one battle； and they had helped others win another。 He could fight back； and he knew that he could do it best by working at that desk in Langley； by joining the team full…time。 He would not be the master of his fate； but at least he could play a part。 He had played a part。 It had been important enough if only an accident to Francoise Theroux； that pretty； malignant thing now dead。 And so the decision was made。 The people with guns would play their part； and the man behind the desk would play his。 Jack would miss the Academy； miss the eager young kids； but that was the price he'd have to pay for getting back into the game。 Jack got a drink of water before going back to bed。
Plebe Summer started on schedule。 Jack watched with impassive sympathy as the recently graduated high school seniors were introduced to the rigors of military life。 The process was consciously aimed at weeding out the weak as early as possible； and so it was largely in the hands of upperclassmen who had only recently been through the same thing。 The new youngsters were at the debatable mercy of the older ones； running around with their closely cropped hair to the double…time cadence of students only two years their senior。
〃Morning； Jack！〃 Robby came over to watch with him from the parking lot。
〃You know； Rob； Boston College was never like this。〃
〃If you think this is a Plebe Summer；〃 Jackson snorted； 〃you should have seen what it was like when I was here！〃
〃I bet they've been saying that for a hundred years；〃 Jack suggested。
〃Probably so。〃 The white…clad plebes passed like a herd of buffalo； all gasping for air on the hot； humid morning。 〃We kept better formations； though。〃
〃The first day？〃
〃The first few days were a blur；〃 Jackson admitted。
〃Packing up？〃
Jackson nodded。 〃Most of the gear's already in boxes。 I have to get my relief settled in。〃
〃Me； too。〃
〃You're leaving？〃 Robby was surprised。
〃I told Admiral Greer that I wanted in。〃
〃Admiral oh； the guy at CIA。 You're going to do it； eh？ How did the department take it？〃
〃I think you can say that they managed to restrain their tears。 The boss isn't real happy about all the time I missed this year。 So it looks like we're both having a going…away dinner。〃
〃Jeez； it's this Friday； isn't it？〃
〃Yeah。 Can you show up about eight…fifteen？〃
〃You got it。 You said not dressy； right？〃
〃That's right。〃 Jack smiled。 Gotcha。
The RAF VC…10 aircraft touched down at Andrews Air Force Base at eight in the evening and taxied to the same terminal used by Air Force One。 The reporters noted that security was very tight； with what looked to be a full pany of Air Police in view； plus the plainclothes Secret Service agents。 They told themselves that security at this particular part of the base was always strict。 The plane came to a halt at exactly the right place； and the stairs were rolled to the forward door； which opened after a moment。
At the foot of the stairs waited the Ambassador and officials from the State Department。 Inside the aircraft； security men made a final check out the windows。 Finally His Highness appeared in the doorway； joined by his young wife； waving to the distant spectators； and descending the stairs gingerly despite legs that were stiff from the flight。 At the bottom a number of military officers from two nations saluted； and the State Department protocol officer curtsied。 This would earn her a reprimand from the Washington Post's arbiter of manners in the morning edition。 The six…year…old granddaughter of the base mander presented Her Highness with a dozen yellow roses。 Strobes flashed； and both royal personages smiled dutifully at the cameras while they took the time to say something pleasant to everyone in the receiving line。 The Prince shared a joke with a naval officer who had once manded him； and the Princess said something about the oppressive； muggy weather that had persisted into the evening。 The Ambassador's wife pointed out that the climate here was such that Washington D。C。 had once been considered a hazardous…duty station。 The malarial mosquitoes were long gone； but the climate hadn