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en considered a hazardous…duty station。 The malarial mosquitoes were long gone； but the climate hadn't changed very much。 Fortunately； everyone had air conditioning。 Reporters noted the color； style； and cut of the Princess's outfit； especially her 〃daring〃 new hat。 She stood with the poise of a professional model while her husband looked as casual as a Texas cowboy； as incongruous as that might have seemed； one hand in his pocket and a relaxed' grin on his face。 The Americans who'd never met the couple before found him wonderfully easygoing； and of course every man there had long since fallen in love with the Princess； along with most of the Western world。
The security people saw none of this。 They all had their backs to the scene； their eyes scanning the crowd； their faces stamped into the same serious expression while each with various degrees of emphasis thought： Please； God； not while I'm on duty。 Every one had a radio earpiece constantly providing information that their brains monitored while their eyes were otherwise occupied。
Finally they moved to the embassy's Rolls…Royce； and the motorcade formed up。 Andrews had a number of gates； and the one they took had been decided upon only an hour before。 The route into town was its own traffic jam of marked and unmarked cars。 Two additional Rolls…Royce automobiles； of exactly the same model and color； were dispersed through the procession； each with a lead… and chase…car； and a helicopter was overhead。 If anyone had taken the time to count the firearms present； the total would have been nearly a hundred。 The arrival had been timed to allow swift passage through Washington； and twenty…five minutes later the motorcade got to the British Embassy。 A few minutes after that； Their Highnesses were safely in the building； and for the moment the responsibility of someone else。 Most of the local security people dispersed； heading back to their homes or stations； but ten men and women stayed around the building； most invisibly hidden in cars and vans； while a few extra uniformed police walked the perimeter。
〃America；〃 O'Donnell said。 〃The land of opportunity。〃 The television news coverage came on at eleven； and had tape of the arrival。
〃What do you suppose they're doing now？〃 Miller asked。
〃Working on their jet lag； I imagine；〃 his chief observed。 〃Getting a good night's sleep。 So； all ready here？〃
〃Yes； the safehouse is all prepared for tomorrow。 Alex and his people are ready； and I've gone over the changes in the plan。〃
〃They're from Alex； too？〃
〃Yes； and if I hear one more bit of advice from that arrogant bastard 〃
〃He is one of our revolutionary brethren；〃 O'Donnell noted with a smile。 〃But I know what you mean。〃
〃Where's Mike？〃
〃Belfast。 He'll run Phase Two。〃
〃The timing is all set？〃
〃Yes。 Both brigade manders； and the whole Army Council。 We should be able to get them all 。 。 。〃 O'Donnell finally revealed his plan in toto。 McKenney's penetration agents either worked closely with all of the senior PIRA people or knew those who did。 On mand from O'Donnell； they would assassinate them all； pletely removing the Provisionals' military leadership。 There would be no one left to run the Organization 。 。 。 except one man whose masterstroke mission would catapult him back to respectability with rank…and…file Provos。 With his hostages； he'd get the release of all the men 〃behind the wire〃 even if it meant mailing the Prince of Wales to Buckingham Palace one cubic centimeter at a time。 O'Donnell was certain of this。 For all the brave； pious talk in Whitehall； it was centuries since an English king had faced death； and the idea of martyrdom sat better with revolutionaries than with those in power。 Public pressure would see to that。 They would have to negotiate to save the life of the heir to the throne。 The scope of this operation would enliven the Movement； and Kevin Joseph O'Donnell would lead a revolution reborn in boldness and blood 。 。 。
〃Changing of the guard； Jack？〃 Marty observed。 He； too； had packed up his things。 A security officer would check the box before he left。
〃How are you feeling？〃
〃Better； but you can get tired of watching daytime TV。〃
〃Taking all your pills？〃 Ryan asked。
〃I'll never forget again； Mom；〃 was the answer。
〃I see there's nothing new on our friends。〃
〃Yeah。 They dropped back into that black hole they live in。 The FBI is worried that they're over here； of course； but there hasn't even been a hint of it。 Of course； whenever anybody's felt secure dealing with these bastards； they've gotten bit on the ass。 Still； about the only outfit that isn't on alert is the Delta Force。 All kinds of assets are standing by。 If they're over here and they show anybody a whisker； the whole world is going to e crashing in on them。 'Call in the whole world。' We used to say that in Vietnam。〃 Cantor grunted。 〃I'll be in Monday and Tuesday。 You don't have to say goodbye yet。 Have a good weekend。〃
〃You too。〃 Ryan walked out； with a new security pass hanging around his neck and his jacket draped over his shoulder。 It was hot outside； and his Rabbit didn't have air conditioning。 The drive home along Route 50 was plicated by all the people heading to Ocean City for the weekend； anything to get away from the heat that had covered the area like an evil spell for two weeks。 They were in for a surprise。 Jack thought。 A cold front was supposed to e through。
〃Howard County Police；〃 the Desk Sergeant said。 〃Can I help you？〃
〃This is 911； right？〃 It was a male voice。
〃Yes； sir。 What seems to be the problem？〃
〃Hey； uh； my wife said I shouldn't get involved； you know； but 〃
〃Can you give me your name and phone number； please？〃
〃No way look； this house； uh； down the street。 There's people there with guns； you know？ Machine guns。〃
〃Say that again。〃 The Sergeant's eyes narrowed。
〃Machine guns no shit； I saw an M…60 machine gun； like in the Army y'know； thirty caliber； feeds off a belt； heavy bitch to pack along； a real friggin' machine gun。 I saw some other stuff； too。〃
〃Where？〃
The voice became rapid。 〃Eleven…sixteen Green Cottage Lane。 There's maybe I mean I saw four of 'em； one black and three white。 They were unloading the guns from a van。 It was three in the morning。 I had to get up an' take a leak； and I looked out the bathroom window； y'know？ The garage door was open； and the light was on； and when they passed the gun across； it was in the light； like； and I could tell it was a sixty。 Hey； I used to carry one in the Army； y'know？ Anyway； that's it； man； you wanna do something about it； that's your lookout。〃 The line clicked off。 The Sergeant called his captain at once。
〃What is it？〃 The Sergeant handed over his notes。 〃Machine gun？ M…60？〃
〃He said it was he said it was a thirty…caliber that feeds off a belt。 That's the M…60。 That alert we got from the FBI； Captain 。 。 。 〃
〃Yeah。〃 The Station mander had visions of promotion dangling before his eyes but also visions of his men in a pitched battle where the perpetrators had better weapons。 〃Get a car out there。 Tell them to keep out of sight and take no action。 I'm going to request a SWAT callup and get hold of the feds。〃
Less than a minute later a police car was heading to the area。 The responding officer was a six…year veteran of the county police who very much wanted to be a seven…year veteran。 It took him almost ten minutes to reach the scene。 He parked his car a block away； behind a large shrub； and was able to watch the house without exposing himself as a police officer。 The shotgun that usually hung under the dashboard was in his sweating hands now； with a double…ought buck round chambered。 Another car was four minutes behind his； and two more officers joined him。 Then the whole world really did seem to arrive。 First a patrol sergeant； then a lieutenant； then two captains； and finally； two agents from the FBI's Baltimore office。 The officer who had first responded was now one of the Indians in a tribe top…heavy with chiefs。
The FBI Special Agent in Charge for the Baltimore office set up a radio link with the Washington headquarters； but left the operation in the hands of the local police。 The county police had its own SWAT team； like most local forces did； and they quickly went to work。 The first order of business was to evacuate the people from the area's homes。 To everyone's relief； they were able to do that from the rear in every case。 The people removed from their homes were immediately interviewed。 Yes； they had seen people in that house。 Yes； they were mostly white； but there had been at least one black person。 No； they hadn't seen any guns in fact； they hardly saw the people at all。 One lady thought they had a van； but if so； it was usually kept in the garage。 The interviews went on while the SWAT team moved in。 The neighborhood houses were all of the same style and design； and the men made a quick check through one to establish its layout。 Another set up a scope…sighted rifle in the house directly across the street and used his sight to examine the target home's windows。
The SWAT team might have waited； but the longer they did that； the grea