'Don't feel too bad, Lieutenant,' Breckenridge said. 'I've been doin' this since you were in diapers.' Five more rounds and the center was effectively removed from the target, fifty feet away.

'Why are we doing round targets anyway?' Jack asked.

'I want you to get used to the idea of placing your shots exactly where you want them to go,' the Gunny explained. 'We'll sweat the fancy stuff later. For now we'll work on basic skills. You look a little looser today. Lieutenant.'

'Yeah, well, I talked to the FBI guy who originated the warning. Now he says he might have overreacted— maybe I did, too.'

Breckenridge shrugged. 'You never been in combat, Lieutenant. I have. One thing you learn: the first twitch you have is usually right. Keep that in mind.'

Jack nodded, not believing it. He'd accomplished much today. His look at the ULA data told him a lot about the organization, but there was not the first inkling that they had ever operated at all in America. The Provisional IRA had plenty of American connections, but no one believed that the ULA did. Even if they planned to do something here, Ryan judged, they'd need the connections. It was possible that O'Donnell might call on some of his previous PIRA friends, but that seemed most unlikely. He was a dangerous man, but only on his own turf. And America wasn't his turf. That's what the data said. Jack knew that this was too broad a conclusion to base on one day's work, of course. He'd keep looking—it seemed that his investigation would last two or three weeks, the way he was going. If nothing else, he wanted to look into the relationship between O'Donnell and the Provos. He did have a feeling that something odd was going on, just as Murray evidently did, and he wanted to examine the data fully, in the hope of coming up with a plausible theory. He owed CIA something for its courtesy.

The storm was magnificent. Miller and O'Donnell stood by the leaded-glass windows and watched as the Atlantic gale beat the sea to foaming waves that slammed against the base of the cliff on which the house stood. The crash of the breaking waves provided the bass notes, while the wind howled and whistled through the trees and raindrops beat their tattoo against the house itself.

'Not a day to be sailing, Sean,' O'Donnell said as he sipped at a whiskey.

'When do our colleagues go to America?'

'Three weeks. Not much time. Do you still want to do it?' The chief of the ULA thought the timing marginal for what Sean planned.

'This is not an opportunity to be missed, Kevin,' Miller answered evenly.

'Do you have another motive?' O'Donnell asked. Better to get it in the open, he decided.

'Consider the ramifications. The Provisionals go over to proclaim their innocence and—'

'Yes, I know. It is a fine opportunity. Very well. When do you want to leave?'

'Wednesday morning. We must move quickly. Even with our contacts, it won't be easy.'

13 Visitors

The two men hunched over the blow-up of the map, flanked by several eight-by-ten photographs.

'This is going to be the hard one,' Alex said. 'This one I can't help you with.'

'What's the problem?' Sean could see it, but by asking the question he could also gauge the skill of his new associate. He'd never worked with a black before, and though he'd met Alex and members of his group the year before, both were unknown quantities, at least in an operational sense.

'He always comes out by Gate Three, here. This street, as you see, is a dead end. He has to go straight west or turn north coming out. He has done both. This street here is wide enough to do the job from a car, but this one —too narrow, and it leads the wrong way. That means the only sure spot is right here, at the corner. Traffic lights here and here.' Alex pointed. 'Both these streets are narrow and always have cars parked on both sides. This building is apartments. These are houses—expensive ones. There isn't much pedestrian traffic here, oddly enough. One man can probably get by. Two or more, uh-uh.' He shook his head. 'And it's a white area. A black man would be conspicuous. Your guy has to wing this one alone, pal, and he's gotta be on foot. Probably inside this door is the best place, but he'll have to be on his toes or the target will get away.'

'How does he get out?' Sean asked.

'I can park a car around this corner, or this one. Timing for that is not a concern. We can wait all day for the right shot. We have a choice of escape routes. That's no problem either. At rush hour the streets are crowded. That actually works for us. The cops will have trouble responding, and we can use a car that looks ordinary, like a state- owned one. They can't stop all of them. Getaway is easy. The problem is your man. He has to be right here.'

'Why not catch him in his car at a different place?'

Alex shook his head. 'Too hard. The roads are too crowded to be sure, and it'd be too easy to lose him. You've seen the traffic, Sean, and he never goes exactly the same way twice. If you want my opinion, you should split the operation, do it one part at a time.'

'No.' Miller was adamant. 'We'll do it the way I want.'

'Okay, man, but I'm telling you, this man is exposed.'

Miller thought that one over for a moment. Finally he smiled. 'I have just the right man for it.

'The other part?'

Alex switched maps. 'Easy. The target can take any route at all, but they all come to this place here at exactly four forty-five. We've checked six days in the past two weeks, never been off by more than five minutes. We'll do the job right along here, close to the bridge. Anybody could handle this one. We can even rehearse it for you.'

'When?'

'This afternoon good enough?' Alex smiled.

'Indeed. Escape route?'

'We'll show you. We might as well make it a real rehearsal.'

'Excellent.' Miller was well pleased. Getting here had been complicated enough. Not difficult, just complicated, involving six separate flights. It hadn't been without humor, though. Sean Miller was traveling on a British passport at the moment, and the immigration clerk at Miami had taken his Belfast accent for Scottish. It hadn't occurred to him that to an American ear there isn't much difference between a brogue and a burr. If that's the skill level in American law-enforcement officials, Miller told himself, this op should go easily enough.

They'd do the run-through today. If it looked good he'd summon the team, and they'd go in… four days, he judged. The weapons were already in place.

'Conclusions?' Cantor asked.

Ryan picked up a sixty-page sheaf of paper. 'Here's my analysis, for what it's worth—not much,' Jack admitted. 'I didn't turn up anything new. The reports you already have are pretty good, given the lack of real evidence to go on. The ULA is a really kinky bunch. On one hand their operations don't seem to have a real purpose that we can discern—but this kind of skill… They're too professional to be operating without an objective, dammit!'

'True enough,' Cantor said. They were in his office, across the hall from the DDI's. Admiral Greer was out of town. 'You come up with anything at all?'

'I've mapped their operations geographically and against time. No pattern there that I can see. The only visible pattern is in the type of operation, and the execution, but that doesn't mean anything. They like high-profile targets, but—hell, what terrorist doesn't? That's the whole point of being a terrorist, going after the really big game, right? They mostly use East Bloc weapons, but most of the groups do. We infer that they're well financed. That's logical, given the nature of their activity, but again there isn't any substantive evidence to confirm it.

'O'Donnell has a real talent for dropping out of sight, both personally and professionally. There are three whole years we can't account for, one before he turned up around the time of Bloody Sunday and two years after the Provos tried to punch his ticket. They're both complete blanks. I talked to my wife about the plastic surgery angle—

'What?' Cantor didn't react favorably to that.

'She doesn't know why I wanted the information. Give me a break, Marty. I'm married to a surgeon,

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