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

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

Things will quiet down if the other side has half a brain, Adler said hopefully.

I see trouble, Jackson said, before anyone else could. Ryan figured it was his background as a fighter pilot to be first in things. They're just out of touch with the rest of the world. The only way to get them back in touch will involve some pain. Not to their people, especially, but sure as hell to the guys who make the decisions.

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?

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.

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

Roger that, Arnie, Jackson confirmed.

Nothing new from SORGE today? van Damm asked.

Sir, that's not a question with an easy answer. Are they stupid? No, they are not. But do they see things in the same way that we do? No, they do not. That's the fundamental problem dealing with them-

Not fair, Robby, Ryan told his VP.

Robby, back when I was in high school, I remember the Cuban Missile Crisis. I remember wondering if the world was going to blow up. But I still had to translate half a page of Caesar's goddamned Gallic Wars, and I saw the President on TV, and I figured things were okay, because he was the President of the United Goddamned States, and he-had to know what was really going on. So, I translated the battle with the Helvetii and slept that night. The President knows, because he's the President, right? Then I become President, and I don't know a damned thing more than I knew the month before, but everybody out there-Ryan waved his arm at the window-thinks I'm fucking omniscient . Ellen he called loudly enough to get through the door.

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

Okay, I am not omniscient, and I'm not perfect, POTUS admitted crossly after the second puff. Now, back to China.

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.

And they're the ones who control the guns, van Damm noted.

And? Jackson asked.

Not fair, Robby, Ryan told his VP.

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.

Things will quiet down if the other side has half a brain, Adler said hopefully.

I think you know, Ellen, Jack told her.

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

And they're the ones who control the guns, van Damm noted.

I think you know, Ellen, Jack told her.

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