uprisings by minorities; battle plots to counter invasions from Mexico and Canada. Not one in ten thousand will ever be utilized, but they're there, waiting, just in case.'
'Insurance,' said Daggat.
Jarvis nodded. 'Insurance against the unthinkable.'
'You mean that's all there is to it?' Lusana exploded angrily. 'You're just going to write off Operation Wild Rose as an idiot's nightmare?'
'I'm afraid you've taken this thing far too seriously, General.' Jarvis sat unmoved by Lusana's outburst. 'You've got to face reality. As my grandfather was fond of saying, you've bought yourself a pig in a poke.'
'I refuse to accept that,' Lusana said stubbornly.
Jarvis casually removed his glasses and inserted them in their case. 'You are. of course, free to ask for neutral opinions from other intelligence organizations, General. but I think I can safely say that Wild Rose will get pretty much the same reception wherever you present it.'
'I demand you verify De Vaal's intent to set the operation in motion!' Lusana shouted.
Controlling his rising anger, Jarvis rose, buttoned his jacket, and faced Daggat. 'Congressman, if you will excuse me, I must get back to my office.'
'I understand,' Daggat said. He came out from behind his desk and took Jarvis by the arm. 'Let me show you to the elevator.'
Jarvis nodded at Lusana, diplomatically forcing a friendly expression. 'General?'
Lusana stood trembling. his hands clenched tightly, saying nothing. He turned and stared out a window.
As soon as they stepped into the elevator foyer, Daggat said to Jarvis, 'I apologize for the general's erratic behavior. But you must understand the tremendous strain he has shouldered these past months. And then there was the long flight from Mozambique last night.'
'Jet lag has been known to make men testy.' Jarvis arched an eyebrow. 'Or could it be he's suffering conscience pangs over his back-door entry.'
Daggat moistened dry lips. 'You know?'
Jarvis smiled amiably. 'Routine. Don't worry, Congressman. Our job is to keep tabs on men like the general. The NSA is not in the business of prosecuting civil violations. What Immigration doesn't know in this case won't hurt them. A piece of advice, though. If I were you, I wouldn't let the general hang around Washington too long. Befriending a radical revolutionary might prove embarrassing to a man of your reputation.'
'General Lusana is not a radical.'
Jarvis shrugged, unimpressed. 'That remains to be seen.'
The red 'down' light flashed above the elevator. Jarvis started to turn. 'There is one more thing,' said Daggat. 'A favor.'
The elevator bell rang and the doors parted. The interior was empty. 'If I can,' Jarvis said, his eyes shifting from Daggat to his only means of escape.
'Check out Operation Wild Rose. I'm not asking for a maximum effort from your people,' Daggat hastened to add. 'Only a few probes that may or may not confirm its validity.'
The doors began to close. Jarvis held them open, one foot in, one foot still on the foyer floor. 'I'll instigate an inquiry,' he said. 'But I warn you, Congressman, you may not like what we find.'
Then the doors clanked shut and he was gone.
It was ten o'clock when Daggat came awake. He was in his office alone. His staff had long since left for home. He looked at his watch and figured he had dozed for nearly an hour. He rubbed his eyes and stretched as he vaguely heard the outeroffice door open and close. He didn't bother to look up, thinking it was the cleaning crew. It was only after he failed to tune in the familiar sounds of wastebaskets being emptied and vacuum cleaners humming that he became aware of a strange presence.
Felicia Collins leaned languidly against the doorway, saying nothing, just staring at Daggat.
A thought triggered in the back of his mind and he rose and made an apologetic gesture. 'I'm sorry, time slipped away from me I completely forgot our dinner date.'
'You're forgiven,' she said.
He reached for his coat. 'You must be starved.'
'By the fourth martini, all hunger pangs disappeared.' She peered around the office. 'I figured you and Hiram were probably tied up in conference.'
'I turned him over to the State Department this afternoon. They're giving him the usual lukewarm treatment reserved for fourth-class visiting dignitaries.'
'Is it safe for him to be out in public?'
'I saw to it that he's provided with round-the-clock security.'
'Then he's no longer our houseguest.'
'No. he has a suite at the Mayflower, courtesy of the government.'
Felicia stretched her opulent body and flowed into the room. 'By the way, I met Loren Smith for lunch. She poured out her love life to me.'
'She took the bait.'
'If you mean the key to your little hideaway in Arlington, the answer is yes.'
He took her in his arms. his eyes gentle but smug with satisfaction. 'You won't be sorry. Felicia. Only good can come from this.'
'Try telling that to Loren Smith,' she said, turning away.
He released her. 'Did she mention any names?'
'I gather she's teasing Phil Sawyer into marriage while she's screwing some guy from NUMA on the side.'
'Did she say who?'
'His name is Dirk Pitt.'
Daggat's eyes widened. 'You did say Dirk Pitt?'
Felicia nodded.
Daggat's mind raced to make a connection and then he had it. 'Son of a bitch! It's perfect! '
'What are you talking about?'
'The revered senior senator from California, George Pitt. Didn't it occur to you? Congresswoman Holier- Than-Thou Smith is shacking with the senator's son.'
Felicia shivered as her skin suddenly went cold. 'For God's sake, Frederick, drop this stupid scheme of yours before it gets out of hand.'
'I don't think so,' Daggat said, smiling a sinister smile. 'I do what I think best for the country.'
'You mean you do what you think best for Frederick Daggat.'
He took her by the arm and led her from the office. 'When you have time to reconsider, you'll come to find that I was right.' He turned off the lights. 'Now then, let's grab some dinner, and afterward we'll prepare Loren Smith's love nest for her one and only visit.'
38
Admiral James Sandecker was a short, feisty character with flaming red hair and plenty of gall. When his retirement from the Navy was forced upon him, he used his considerable congressional influence to connive his way into the job of chief director of the thenfledgling National Underwater and Marine Agency. It was a match that was ordained for success from the start. In seven short years Sandecker had taken an insignificant eightyperson agency and built it into a massive organization of five thousand scientists and employees supported by an annual budget that exceeded four hundred million dollars.
He was accused by his enemies of being a grandstander, of launching oceanic projects that garnered more publicity than scientific data. His supporters applauded his flair for making the field of oceanography as popular as space science. Whatever his assets or liabilities, Admiral Sandecker was as solidly entrenched at NUMA as J. Edgar Hoover had been at the FBI.
He drained the last swallow from a bottle of Seven-Up, sucked on the stub of a giant cigar, and looked into
