'I've heard the name?'
'Sergeant Major Charles R. Kozlowski is Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps. Do you know what the Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps is, Mr. Cameron?'
'What?'
'The Sergeant Major of the Marine Corps is the highest-ranking noncommissioned officer in the Corps. An
Trent paused. 'He's also ICG.'
Cameron stared at Trent for a long moment, then he wrote down the name.
Chuck Kozlowski.
Trent said, 'He's the guardian angel of every crooked soldier in the Corps. Someone told me he even came down to Peru after my incident and
'Jesus....'
'That's your network, Mr. Cameron. A network that has infiltrated the enlisted ranks of the United States Marine Corps all the way to the very top?to the extent that it even determines which
'Like what?'
'Like other sources of breakthrough technology,' Trent said.
'Such as?'
'Well, for one thing, business.'
'Business? You mean
Trent nodded.
'You're telling me that the government of the United States has
'Microsoft. IBM. Boeing. Lockheed,' Trent said, deadpan. 'Plus, of course, all of the other major Navy, Army, and Air Force contractors, especially if they have contracts with other countries.'
'Holy shit,' Cameron said.
'There are other places, too.'
'Like...'
'Like universities,' Trent said. 'Universities are high on the list of ICG-compromised organizations. Cloning sheep? ICG knew about in 1993. Cloning humans?ICG knew about it last year.' Trent shrugged. 'It makes sense. Universities are the cutting edge. If you want to find out what's in the pipeline, it's best to put your people in the pipe.'
Cameron didn't say anything for a full minute.
The sheer concept of an America-wide intelligence-gathering conspiracy made his spine tingle. An octopus- like network, with its tentacles stretching out from a small boardroom in the Pentagon to all the corners of the country, penetrating every major business and university. It was worth checking out some more.
Andrew Trent interrupted his thoughts.
'Mr. Cameron,' he said seriously. 'The ICG is a dangerous organization. A
Cameron nodded solemnly. Then he said, 'Mr. Trent, do you have anything, anything at all, with names or something that I could?'
Trent grabbed a sheet of A4 paper from the table beside him.
'The results of my search so far,' he said. 'Names, positions held, and rank, if any.' He handed the sheet to Cameron.
Cameron took it, scanned it quickly. It read:
TRANSMIT MO. 767-9808-09001
REF NO. KOS-4622
SUBJECT: THE FOLLOWING IS AN ALPHABETICAL LIST OF PERSONNEL AUTHORIZED TO RECEIVE SECURE TRANSMISSIONS.
NAME
LOCATION
FIELD/RANK
ADAMS, WALTER K.
LVRMRE LAB
NCLR PHYSCS
ATKINS, SAMANTHA E.
GSTETNR
CMPTR SFTWRE
BAILEY, KEITH H.
BRKLY
AERONTL ENGNR
BARNES, SEAN M. N.
SEALS
LTCMMDR
BROOKES, ARLIN F. A.
RNGRS
CPTN
CARVER, ELIZABETH R
CLMBIA
CMPTR SCI
CHRISTIE, MARGARET V.
HRVRD
IDSTRL CHMST
DAWSON, RICHARD K.
MCROSFT
CMPTR SFTWRE
DELANEY, MARK M.
IBM
CMPTR HRDWRE
DOUGLAS, KENNETH A.
CRAY
CMPTR HRDWRE
DOWD, ROGER F.
USMC
CPRL
EDWARDS, STEPHEN R.
BOEING
