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hips and M21's, which, if they use "em, we'll
get clobbered for because we're supposed to be
unarmed."
"I thought you admired my diplomatic finesse,"
Coffey said.
"I do."
"Well, that was the best deal we could get,"
Coffey said. 'allyou worked with Greenpeace. When the
French secret service sunk your flagship
Rainbow Warrior in Auckland Harbor in 1985,
you didn't go out and kill Parisians."
"I wanted to," Katzen admitted. "Boy,
how I wanted
"But you didn't. We're employees of a
foreign power conducting surveillance on behalf of a
minority government so that their military can
keep an eye on Islamic fanatics. We
don't exactly have a moral imperative to gun
down locals. If we're attacked, we lock the
van door, get inside, and radio the local
polisi. They rush out here in their swirl Renaults
and deal with the situation."
"Unless they're Motherland sympathizers," Katzen
said.
"No," Coffey replied, "the police here are
pretty fair.
They may not like you, but they believe in the law and
they'll uphold it."
"Anyway," Rodgers said, "the DPM
doesn't expect us to have that kind of trouble. At
worst there'll be tossed watermelon, eggs,
manure, that sort of thing."
"Terrific," Katzen said. "At least in
Washington they only sling mud."
"If it ever rained here," Coffey said, "we'd
get that TOO."
Rodgers held out his hand and Coffey passed him
the water. After taking a long swallow the general
said, "Cheer up. As Tennessee Williams once
said, 'Don't look forward to the day you stop suffering,
because when it comes you'll know you're dead.""
Monday, 6:48 a.m., Chevy Chase,
Maryland
Paul Hood sat sipping black coffee in the
den of his comfortable suburban home. He'd opened the
ivory-colored drapes, had cracked the sliding
glass door an inch, and was looking across the
backyard. Hood had traveled the world and was
intimately familiar with many parts of it. But there was
nothing that thrilled him as much as the dirty-white