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I think you know, Ellen, Jack told her.

That's the problem with good intelligence information. It doesn't agree with what your own people think-assuming they really think at all, the Vice President observed.

Ryan shook his head. No, the source doesn't produce something every day.

Roger that, Arnie, Jackson confirmed.

Yeah, Klingons, Ryan observed tersely. Aliens from outer space. Jesus, Scott, how do we predict what they're going to do?

Her smile was downright motherly. Surely, Mr. President. And she headed back to the secretaries' room, closing the curved door behind her.

Ryan shook his head. No, the source doesn't produce something every day.

I know, I know. Jackson held up surrendering hands. I just can't forget the motto of the whole intelligence community: 'We bet your life.' It's lonely out there with a fighter plane strapped to your back, risking your life on the basis of a piece of paper with somebody's opinion typed on it, when you never know the guy it's from or the data it's based on. He paused to stir his coffee. You know, out in the fleet we used to think-well, we used to hope-that decisions made in this room here were based on solid data. It's quite a disappointment to learn what things are really like.

Her smile was downright motherly. Surely, Mr. President. And she headed back to the secretaries' room, closing the curved door behind her.

Yeah, Klingons, Ryan observed tersely. Aliens from outer space. Jesus, Scott, how do we predict what they're going to do?

The door opened seven seconds later. Yes, Mr. President?

There was amusement around the coffee table at that one.

And they think it's decent speculation, but not something to bet the ranch on.

We don't, really, SecState answered. We have a bunch of good people, but the problem is in getting them all to agree on something when we need an important call. They never do, Adler concluded. He frowned before going on. Look, these guys are kings from a different culture. It was already very different from ours long before Marxism arrived, and the thoughts of our old friend Karl only made things worse. They're kings because they have absolute power. There are some limitations on that power, but we don't fully understand what they are, and therefore it's hard for us to enforce or to exploit them. They are Klingons. So, what we need is a Mr. Spock. Got one handy, anyone?

We don't, really, SecState answered. We have a bunch of good people, but the problem is in getting them all to agree on something when we need an important call. They never do, Adler concluded. He frowned before going on. Look, these guys are kings from a different culture. It was already very different from ours long before Marxism arrived, and the thoughts of our old friend Karl only made things worse. They're kings because they have absolute power. There are some limitations on that power, but we don't fully understand what they are, and therefore it's hard for us to enforce or to exploit them. They are Klingons. So, what we need is a Mr. Spock. Got one handy, anyone?

Her smile was downright motherly. Surely, Mr. President. And she headed back to the secretaries' room, closing the curved door behind her.

Around the coffee table, there were the usual half-humorous snorts that accompany an observation that is neither especially funny nor readily escapable.

So, what else is going to go wrong over there? Ryan asked.

Pity, Adler said. I've discussed the take from SORGE with some of my I and R people-always as my own theoretical musings

Pity, Adler said. I've discussed the take from SORGE with some of my I and R people-always as my own theoretical musings

And they think it's decent speculation, but not something to bet the ranch on.

Not fair, Robby, Ryan told his VP.

Yeah, Klingons, Ryan observed tersely. Aliens from outer space. Jesus, Scott, how do we predict what they're going to do?

Yes, sir. She fished in her pocket and pulled out a fliptop box of Virginia Slims. Ryan took one out, along with the pink butane lighter stashed inside. He lit the smoke and took a long hit. Thanks, Ellen.

Nothing new from SORGE today? van Damm asked.

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