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　〃Mrs。　Foley；　this　is　hot。〃
　〃How　hot？〃
　〃Magma；〃　Sears　said；　as　he　handed　the　folder　across。
　〃Oh？〃　She　took　the　pages　and　leaned　back　in　her　fortable　chair　to　read　it　over。　SORGE；　source　SONGBIRD。　Her　eyes　cataloged　the　heading；　yesterday's　meeting　of　the　Chinese　Politburo。　Then　Sears　saw　it。　Saw　her　eyes　narrow　as　her　hand　reached　for　a　butterscotch。　Then　her　eyes　shifted　to　him。　〃You　weren't　kidding。　Evaluation？〃
　〃Ma'am；　I　can't　evaluate　the　accuracy　of　the　source；　but　if　this　is　for　real；　well；　then　we're　looking　in　on　a　process　I've　never　seen　before　outside　history　books；　and　hearing　words　that　nobody　has　ever　heard　in　this　building…not　that　I've　ever　heard　about；　anyway。　I　mean；　every　minister　in　their　government　is　quoted　there；　and　most　of　them　are　saying　the　same　thing…〃
　〃And　it's　not　something　we　want　them　to　say；〃　Mary　Patricia　Foley　concluded　his　statement。　〃Assuming　this　is　all　accurately　reported；　does　it　feel　real？〃
　Sears　nodded。　〃Yes；　ma'am。　It　sounds　to　me　like　real　conversation　by　real　people；　and　the　content　tracks　with　the　personalities　as　I　know　them。　Could　it　be　fabricated？　Yes；　it　could。　If　so；　the　source　has　been　promised　in　some　way　or　other。　However；　I　don't　see　that　this　could　be　faked　without　their　wanting　to　produce　a　specific　effect；　and　that　would　be　an　effect　which　would　not　be　overly　attractive　to　them。〃
　〃Any　remendations？〃
　〃It　might　be　a　good　idea　to　get　George　Weaver　down　from　Providence；〃　Sears　replied。　〃He's　good　at　reading　their　minds。　He's　met　a　lot　of　them　face…to…face；　and　he'll　be　a　good　backup　for　my　evaluation。〃
　〃Which　is？〃　Mary　Pat　asked；　not　turning　to　the　last　page；　where　it　would　be　printed　up。
　〃They're　considering　war。〃
　The　Deputy　Director　（Operations）　of　the　Central　Intelligence　Agency　stood　and　walked　out　her　door；　with　Dr。　Joshua　Sears　right　behind　her。　She　took　the　short　walk　to　her　husband's　office　and　went　through　the　door　without　even　looking　at　Ed's　private　secretary。
　Ed　Foley　was　having　a　meeting　with　the　Deputy　Director　（Science　and　Technology）　and　two　of　his　senior　people　when　MP　walked　in。　He　looked　up　in　surprise；　then　saw　the　blue　folder　in　her　hand。　〃Yeah；　honey？〃
　〃Excuse　me；　but　this　can't　wait　even　one　minute。〃　Her　tone　of　voice　told　as　much　as　her　words　did。
　〃Frank；　can　we　get　together　after　lunch？〃
　〃Sure；　Ed。〃　DDS&T　gathered　his　documents　and　his　people　and　headed　out。
　When　they　were　gone　and　the　door　closed；　the　DCI　asked；
　〃SORGE？〃
　Mary　Pat　just　nodded　and　handed　the　folder　across；　taking　a　seat　on　the　couch。　Sears　remained　standing。　It　was　only　then　that　he　realized　his　hands　were　a　little　moist。　That　hadn't　happened　to　him　before。　Sears；　as　head　of　the　DI's　Office　of　China　Assessments；　worked　mainly　on　political　evaluations：　who　was　who　in　the　PRC's　political　hierarchy；　what　economic　policies　were　being　pursued…the　Society　Page　for　the　People's　Republic；　as　he　and　his　people　thought　of　it；　and　joked　about　it　over　lunch　in　the　cafeteria。　He'd　never　seen　anything　like　this；　nothing　hotter　than　handling　internal　dissent；　and　while　their　methods　for　handling　such　things　tended　to　be　a　little　on　the　rough　side；　as　he　often　put　it…mainly　it　meant　summary　execution；　which　was　more　than　a　little　on　the　rough　side　for　those　affected…the　distances　involved　helped　him　to　take　a　more　detached　perspective。　But　not　on　this。
　〃Is　this　for　real？〃　the　DC　asked。
　〃Dr。　Sears　thinks　so。　He　also　thinks　we　need　to　get　Weaver　down　from　Brown　University。〃
　Ed　Foley　looked　over　at　Sears。　〃Call　him。　Right　now。〃
　〃Yes；　sir。〃　Sears　left　the　room　to　make　the　call。
　〃Jack　has　to　see　this。　What's　he　doing　now？〃
　〃He's　leaving　for　Warsaw　in　eight　hours；　remember？　The　NATO　meeting；　the　photo　opportunity　at　Auschwirz。；　stopping　off　at　London　on　the　way　home　for　dinner　at　Buckingham　Palace。　Shopping　on　Bond　Street；〃　Ed　added。　There　were　already　a　dozen　Secret　Service　people　in　London　working　with　the　Metropolitan　Police　and　MI…5；　properly　known　as　the　Security　Service。　Twenty　more　were　in　Warsaw；　where　security　concerns　were　not　all　that　much　of　an　issue。　The　Poles　were　very　happy　with　America　right　now；　and　the　leftover　police　agencies　from　the　munist　era　still　kept　files　on　everyone　who　might　be　a　problem。　Each　would　have　a　personal　baby…sitter　for　the　entire　time　Ryan　was　in　country。　The　NATO　meeting　was　supposed　to　be　almost　entirely　ceremonial；　a　basic　feel…good　exercise　to　make　a　lot　of　European　politicians　look　pretty　for　their　polyglot　constituents。
　〃Jesus；　they're　talking　about　making　a　move　on　Grushavoy！〃　Ed　Foley　gasped；　getting　to　page　three。　〃Are　they　totally　off　their　fuckin'　rockers？〃
　〃Looks　like　they　found　themselves　in　a　corner　unexpectedly；〃　his　wife　observed。　〃We　may　have　overestimated　their　political　stability。〃
　Foley　nodded　and　looked　up　at　his　wife。　〃Right　now？〃
　〃Right　now；〃　she　agreed。
　Her　husband　lifted　his　phone　and　punched　speed…dial　#1。
　〃Yeah；　Ed；　what　is　it？〃　Jack　Ryan　asked。
　〃Mary　and　I　are　ing　over。〃
　〃When？〃
　〃Now。〃
　〃That　important？〃　the　President　asked。
　〃This　is　CRITIC　stuff；　Jack。　You'll　want　Scott；　Ben；　and　Arnie　there；　too。　Maybe　George　Winston。　The　foundation　of　the　issue　is　his　area　of　expertise。〃
　〃China？〃
　〃Yep。〃
　〃Okay；　e　on　over。〃　Ryan　switched　phones。　〃Ellen；　I　need　Sec…State；　SecTreas；　Ben；　and　Arnie　in　my　office；　thirty　minutes　from　right　now。〃
　〃Yes；　Mr。　President；〃　his　secretary　acknowledged。　This　sounded　hot；　but　Robby　Jackson　was　on　his　way　out　of　town　again；　to　give　a　speech　in　Seattle；　at　the　Boeing　plant　of　all　places；　where　the　workers　and　the　management　wanted　to　know　about　the　777　order　to　China。　Robby　didn't　have　much　to　say　on　that　point；　and　so　he'd　talk　about　the　importance　of　human　rights　and　America's　core　beliefs　and　principles；　and　all　that　wave…the…flag　stuff。　The　Boeing　people　would　be　polite　about　it；　and　it　was　hard　to　be　impolite　to　a　black　man；　especially　one　with　Navy　Wings　of　Gold　on　his　lapel；　and　learning　to　handle　this　political　bullshit　was　Robby's　main　task。　Besides；　it　took　pressure　off　Ryan；　and　that　was　Jackson's　primary　mission　in　life；　and　oddly　enough；　one　which　he　accepted　with　relative　equanimity。　So；　his　VC…20B　would　be　over　Ohio　right　about　now；　Jack　thought。　Maybe　Indiana。　Just　then　Andrea　came　in。
　〃pany　ing？〃　Special　Agent　Price…O'Day　asked。　She　looked　a　little　pale；　Jack　thought。
　〃The　usual　suspects。　You　feeling　okay？〃　the　President　asked。
　〃Stomach　is　a　little　upset。　Too　much　coffee　with　breakfast。〃
　Morning　sickness？　Ryan　wondered。　If　so；　too　bad。　Andrea　tried　so　hard　to　be　one　of　the　boys。　Admitting　this　female　failing　would　scar　her　soul　as　though　from　a　flamethrower。　He　couldn't　say　anything　about　it。　Maybe　Cathy　could。　It　was　a　girl　thing。
　〃Well；　the　DCI's　ing　over　with　something　he　says　is　important。　Maybe　they've　changed　the　toilet　paper　in　the　Kremlin；　as　we　used　to　say　at　Langley　back　when　I　worked　there。〃
　〃Yes；　sir。〃　She　smiled。　Like　most　Secret　Service　agents；　she'd　seen　the　people　and　the　secrets　e　and　go；　and　if　there　were　important　things　for　her　to　know；　she'd　find　out　in　due　course。
　
　General…Lieutenant　Kirillin　liked　to　drink　as　much　as　most　Russians；　and　that　was　quite　a　lot　by　American　standards。　The　difference　between　Russians　and　Brits；　Chavez　had　learned；　was　that　the　Brits　drank　just　as　much；　but　they　did　it　with　beer；　while　the　Russians　made　do　with　vodka。　Ding　was　neither　a　Mormon　nor　a　Baptist；　but　he　was　over　his　capacity　here。　After　two　nights　of　keeping　up　with　the　local　Joneses；　he'd　nearly　died　on　the　morning　run　with　his　team；　and　only　avoided　falling　out　for　fear　of　losing　face　before　the　Russian　Spetsnaz　people　they　were　teaching　to　e　up　to　RAINBOW　standards。　Somehow　he'd　managed　not　to　puke；　though　he　had　allowed　Eddie　Price　to　take　charge　of　the　first　two　classes　that　day　while　he'd　wandered　off　to　drink　a　gallon　of　water　to　chase　down　three　aspirins。　Tonight；　he'd　decided；　he'd　cut　off　the　vodkas　at　two　。　。　。　maybe　three。
　〃How　are　our　men　doing？〃　the　general　asked。
　〃Just　fine；　sir；〃　Chavez　answered。　〃They　like　their　new　weapons；　and　they're　picking　up　on　the　doctrine。　They're　smart。　They　know　how　to　think　before　they　act。〃
　〃Does　this　surprise　you？〃
　〃Yes；　General；　it　does。　It　was　the　same　for　me　once；　back　when　I　was　a　squad　sergeant　in　the　Ninjas。　Young　soldiers　tend　to　think　with　their　dicks　rather　than　their　brains。　I　learned　better；　but　I　had　to　learn　it　the　hard　way　in　the　field。　It's　sometimes　a　lot　easier　to　get　yourself　into　trouble　than　it　is　to　think　yourself　out　of　it。　Your　Spetsnaz　boys　started　off　that　way；　but　if　you　show　them　the　right　way；　they　listen　pretty　good。　Today's　exercise；　for　example。　We　set　it　up　with　a　trap；　but　your　captain　stopped　short　on　the　way　in　and　thought　it　through　before　he　mitted；　and　he　passed　the　test。　He's　a　good　team　leader；　by　the　way。　I'd　say　bump　him　to　major。〃　Chavez　hoped　he　hadn't　just　put　the　curse　of　hell　on　the　kid；　realizing　that　praise　from　a　CIA　officer　wasn't　calculated　to　be　career…enhancing　for　a　Russian　officer。
　〃He's　my　nephew。　His　father　married　my　sister。　He's　an　academician；　a　professor　at　Moscow　State　University。〃
　〃His　English　is　superb。　I'd　take　him　for　a　native　of　Chicago。〃　And　so　Captain　Leskov　had　probably　been　talent…scouted　by　KGB　or　its　successor　agency。　Language　skills　of　that　magnitude　didn't　just　happen。
　〃He　was　a　parachutist　before　they　sent　him　to　Spetsnaz；〃　Kirillin　went　on；　〃a　good　light…infantryman。〃
　〃That's　what　Ding　was；　once　upon　a　time；〃　Clark　told　the　Russian。
　〃Seventh　Light　Infantry。　They　de…established　the　division　after　I　left。　Seems　like　a　long　time　now。〃
　〃How　did　you　go　from　the　American　army　into　CIA？〃
　〃His　fault；〃　Chavez　answered。　〃John　spotted　me　and　foolishly　thought　I　had　potential。〃
　〃We　had　to　clean　him　up　and　send　him　to　school；　but　he's　worked　out　pretty　well…even　married　my　daughter。〃
　〃He's　still　getting　used　to　having　a　Latino　in　the　family；　but　I　made　him　a　grandfather。　Our　wives　are　back　in　Wales。〃
　〃So；　how　did　you　emerge　from　CIA　into　RAINBOW？〃
　〃My　fault；　again；〃　Clark　admitted。　〃I　did　a　memo；　and　it　perked　to　the　top；　and　the　President　liked　it；　and　he　knows　me；　and　so　when　they　set　the　outfit　up；　they　put　me　in　ch