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through NATO regulations, Turkish law, and
U.s. policy to get us in here. No one else
I know could've done that."
"So I had to cajole a little," Coffey said.
"Even so, the Turkish deal was probably the high
point of my year.
When we return to Washington it'll be business
as usual.
I'll go to see Senator Fox with Paul
Hood and Martha Mackall. I'll nod when
Paul assures the senator that everything we did in
Turkey was legal, that the soil studies you did in
the east will be shared with Ankara and were the "real"
reason we were here, and I'll guarantee that if the
Regional Op-Center program receives further
funding we will continue to operate legally.
Then I'll go back to my office and figure out how
to use the ROC in ways not covered by international
law." Coffey shook his head. "I know that's how
things have to be done, but it's not dignified."
"At least we try to be," Katzen pointed out.
"You try to be," Coffey said. "You spend your
career looking into nuclear accidents and oil fires
and pollution.
You make a difference, or at least you challenge
your self. I went into law to wrestle with real
global issues, not to find legal loopholes for
spies in Third World sweatboxes."
Katzen sighed. "You're schvitzing."
"What?"
"You're sweating. You're cranky. You're a day
shy of forty. And you're being way too hard on
yourself."
"No, too lenient." Coffey walked toward the
cooler nestled in the shade of one of the three nearby
tents. He saw the unopened paperback copy of
Lord Jim, which he'd brought along to read. It had
seemed an appropriate selection when he was standing
in the air-conditioned Washington, D.c.,
bookstore. Now he wished he'd picked up Dr.
Zhivago or Call of the Wild. "I
think I'm having an epiphany," Coffey said,
"like all those patriarchs who used to go into the desert."
"This isn't desert," Katzen said. "It's what
we call nonarable pastureland."
"Thanks," Coffey said. "I'll file that
next to Batman, Turkey, as something
to remember."
"Jeez," Katzen said, "you really are cranky.
I don't think being forty is what's doing this. I