"What's the eleventh?"
"Ttiy Congresswoman shalt not screw around if she expects to win the next election."
"Where do you and Pitt meet?"
"I can't take the chance of a male's being seen leaving my apartment along with the milkman, so we meet at his place or drive to some little out-of-the-way country inn."
48
"You make it sound like a bus-stop romance."
"As I said, it's difficult."
"I think I can eliminate all the bullshit for you."
Loren looked at Felicia quizzically. "How?"
Felicia fished in her purse and came up with a key. She pressed it into Loren's hand. "Here, take this. The address is taped to the top."
"What is it for?"
"A pad I leased over in Arlington. It's yours anytime you get horny."
"But what about you? I can't expect you to get lost on a moment's notice."
"You won't be imposing," Felicia said, smiling. "I'm the houseguest of a dude across town. No more protests. Okay?"
Loren studied the key. "God, I feel like a hooker."
Felicia reached over and folded Loren's hand over the key. "If just thinking about it gives you a deliciously obscene feeling, wait until you take a shot of the upstairs bedroom."
37
"What do you make of it?" asked Daggat. He was seated at his desk. Hiram Lusana stood across the room and leaned over a high-backed chair, his expression anxious.
Dale Jarvis, director of the National Security Agency, pondered a few moments before answering. He looked up with a friendly, almost fatherly face. His brown hair was streaked with gray and he wore it in a crew cut. He was dressed in a tweed suit and the large red bow tie beneath his Adam's apple drooped as though it were melting.
"My guess is that this Operation Wild Rose is a game."
"A game!" Lusana rasped. "That's crap!"
"Not really," Jarvis said calmly. "Every nation with a sophisticated military establishment has a department whose function is solely to dream up what is generally referred to in the trade as 'feasibility games.' Improbable schemes, ultra crepidam, beyond the depth or grasp of likelihood. Strategic and tactical studies invented to combat unforeseen events. Then shelved against the unlikely day they are dusted off
and put into action."
"And that's your opinion of Wild Rose?" Lusana asked with a certain acidity.
"Without knowing all the details, yes," answered Jarvis. "I daresay the South African Defence Ministry has contingency plans for phony insurgent raids on half the nations of the globe."
"Do you really believe that?"
"I do," Jarvis said firmly. "Don't quote me, but nestled in some deep, dark crevasse of our own government you'll find some of the wildest scripts ever devised by man and computer: conspiracies to undermine every nation on the globe, including our Western friendlies; measures to plant nuclear bombs in the ghettos in case of mass 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?"