be minimal. We’d use two CIA paramilitary agents, with some Special Forces backup. That’s it.”
“ Korea is way too volatile,” said Pierce.
“I concur,” said Wordsworth Cook, the secretary of state. “We can’t do anything to upset the Korean teeter- totter.”
“What did you have in mind, Jack?” Blitz prompted, trying to get off the negative track.
“Infiltration from the coast. If we could deposit them via a submarine…”
Pierce scowled. “They’ll be picked up before they get a mile from the coast.”
“We have infiltrated agents before,” said Anthony. “The only downside is how long it will take them to get to the target area. I’d prefer using an airdrop, but, given the defenses, it doesn’t seem practical.”
“And how do they get out?” asked Pierce.
“They march back to the coast.”
“You think the scientist can walk that far?”
“No way of knowing unless we try.”
While Blitz was tentatively backing Anthony’s plan as a fallback, he preferred a more direct approach and had already put some feelers out to the military command responsible for Special Operations, as well as to some of the staff people who worked for the Joint Chiefs of Staff. He saw his opportunity now to push for a more aggressive plan.
“The location in Korea makes the planning problematic,” Blitz admitted, rising from his chair and leaning over the large table in the cabinet room. He glanced to his right, looking at D’Amici. The President wore his best poker face. “But the time sensitivity argues for an aggressive plan.”
“What time sensitivity?” said Pierce. “There’s no imminent threat here. This is just one more weapon — which they may not even have.”
“The situation in North Korea is deteriorating rapidly,” said Blitz.
“If we start a war, it’ll deteriorate even faster.”
“I’m not advocating a preemptive strike, or anything of that nature,” said Blitz.
“There are time constraints on our side,” said Brukowski. “They’ve given the weapon to terrorists. I’m sure of it.”
Pierce gave Brukowski a contemptuous scowl, then asked Blitz, “You buy the contention that the weapon has been smuggled into the U.S.?”
“I don’t know,” said Blitz, hedging; he actually didn’t. “The situation in Korea is such that a well-designed operation, be it Special Forces or CIA, should be able to retrieve our scientist. I think it would be worth the risk. The North Koreans have been making outrageous claims about intrusions by our forces for months without basis; even if they see something now, who will believe them?”
“The Japanese,” said Cook.
“Special Operations can put something together,” said General Grant Richards, the head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff. “It would make sense.”
“Helicopters, even Ospreys, aren’t going to make it over the border from the south, given their present alert status,” said Pierce. “And they’d be pushing beyond their range. If we put an aircraft carrier or an assault ship — hell, even a destroyer — close to the Korean coast, the Chinese are going to be upset.”
“And we shouldn’t be upset that the Koreans are building terrorist weapons and giving them to murderers?” said Brukowski.
“My point is, a large operation is going to be noticed,” said Pierce. “Whatever you do. You use a ship to get close to the coast and use Ospreys or helicopters to land at the complex where he is, or you send a C-130 to the airfield. Either way, you’ll be seen. This is North Korea we’re talking about. There are only a limited number of ways to get by their radars and air defenses, and each one of them is very risky. As for getting a bomb out, forget it: It’s a pipe dream. I bet this guy isn’t even real.”
“I think the situation calls for finesse,” said Anthony. “I have a plan drawn up. I only need minimal help.”
“If he’s worth getting, we’re going to have to take some risks,” said Blitz.
“Let’s see what those risks are,” said the President. “Draw up some plans. I want to see your option, and I want to see what the Army thinks. By tonight.”
“You want to review the plans yourself?” Blitz asked. While he wanted it to proceed, he understood the need for the President to stand aloof in case something went wrong.
“I want to see the outlines, not all of the specifics,” said the President. “I don’t need to know how many gallons of fuel we’re using or how many clips of ammunition we’re carrying. In the end I’m going to get blamed no matter what happens,” he added. “I might as well deserve some of it.”
Chapter 6
Seeing New York City from the air always filled Fisher with a certain indescribable sensation. Fortunately, he had come prepared, and so, with the help of four or five industrial-strength antacids and an Alka-Seltzer tablet he found in the seat cushion, the FBI agent made it off the plane in reasonably good shape. He was just starting to feel the light tingle of a nascent nicotine fit when he spotted Karl Grinberg of the New York office prowling the JFK reception hall. Fearing the worst, he turned right, hoping to make his escape — only to run into Kowalski’s extended arms.
“You better let me go or read me my rights,” said Fisher.
“Even with jet lag, you’re a pistol,” said Kowalski.
“I don’t have jet lag. I need a cigarette,” said Fisher, edging toward the door.
“Fisher. Your boss wants to talk to you,” said Grinberg, marching up.
“Which boss?” tried Fisher, though he knew it was no use.
“Hunter.”
“I work for Homeland Security now.”
“Yeah,” said Kowalski. “He’s going to swab the deck on a Coast Guard cutter.”
“You better stay away from their recruiters, Kowalski,” Fisher said. “I hear they have a tugboat shortage.”
“Yuk, yuk, yuk. Come on. Make your call and let’s get going.”
“You came for me?”
“That and the pizza. Macklin says it’s good here.”
“One question, Fisher,” said Hunter when Fisher called him from Grinberg’s car.
“Thanks for the warning.”
“Is the scientist legitimate?”
“What do you mean?”
“Was this scientist real?”
“Seemed to be breathing.”
“You know what I mean,” said Hunter. “Were they trying to snatch our gal, or was this guy really trying to defect?”
“I didn’t get a chance to ask.”
“No screwing around here, Fisher. The President wants to know.”
“I’m not sure,” said Fisher. “If I didn’t think he was real, I wouldn’t have gone in the first place.” He blew a smoke ring toward the car dashboard.
“People’s lives are on the line here,” said Hunter. “And my reputation.”
“Is that another question?”
“I’m asking you again: Was he real?”
“I think so. But maybe you ought to tell me what answer you want so I get it right.”
Hunter hung up.
