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's head； just as they'd taught him to do as an intelligence analyst。 Think the way your adversary thinks； and stop him that way。 It sounded so good and so easy theoretically。 It was rather different in the field； however。
They caught Tom Sharp walking into the basilica； and together they went off to a restaurant for lunch and a talk。
〃Sir John is right；〃 King said。 〃The best spot is over on the left side。 We have photos of the bugger。 We put you； John〃…he said to Sparrow…〃atop the colonnade with your cameras。 Your job will be to sweep the crowd and try to spot the bastard； and radio your information to us。〃
Sparrow nodded； but his face showed what he thought of the job as the beers arrived。
〃Mick； you had it right from the beginning；〃 Sparrow said。 〃It's a pig of a job。 We ought to have the whole bloody SAS regiment here； and even that would not be enough。〃 The 22nd Special Air Service Regiment was actually just a pany or two in size； brilliant troopers that they were。
〃Ours is not to reason why； lad；〃 Sharp told them all。 〃So good to know that Basil knows his Tennyson。〃 The resulting snorts around the lunch table told the tale。
〃What about radios？〃 Jack asked。
〃On the way by courier；〃 Sharp answered。 〃Small ones； they'll fit in a pocket； and they have ear pieces； but not small microphones； unfortunately。〃
〃Shit；〃 Ryan observed。 The Secret Service would have exactly what they needed for this mission； but you couldn't just call them up and have them delivered。 〃What about the Queen's protective detail？ Who does that？〃
〃The Metropolitan Police； I believe。 Why…〃
〃Lapel mikes；〃 Ryan answered。 〃It's what the Secret Service uses at home。〃
〃I can ask；〃 Sharp responded。 〃Good idea； Jack。 They might well have what we need。〃
〃They ought to cooperate with us；〃 Mick King thought aloud。
〃I'll see to it this afternoon；〃 Sharp promised。
Yeah； Ryan thought； we'll be the best…equipped guys ever to blow a mission。
〃They call this beer？〃 Sparrow asked after his first sip。
〃Better than American canned piss；〃 another of the new arrivals thought aloud。
Jack didn't rise to the bait。 Besides； you went to Italy for the wine； not the beer。
〃What do we know about Strokov？〃 Ryan asked。
〃They faxed me the police file on him；〃 Sharp reported。 〃Read it this morning。 He's five…eleven； about fifteen stone。 Evidently； he likes to eat too much。 So； not an athlete…certainly not a sprinter。 Brown hair； fairly thick。 Good language skills。 Speaks accented English； but reportedly speaks French and Italian like a native。 Thought to be an expert with small arms。 He's been in the business twenty years…age forty…three or so。 Selected for the special DS assassination unit about fifteen years ago； with eight kills attributed to him； possibly more…we don't have good information on that。〃
〃Delightful chap； sounds like；〃 Sparrow thought aloud。 He reached for one of the photos。 〃Ought not to be difficult to spot。 Better to get some of these prints reduced to pocket size； so that we can all carry them with us。〃
〃Done；〃 Sharp promised。 The embassy had its own little photo lab； mainly for his use。
Ryan looked around the table。 At least it was good to be surrounded by professionals。 Given the chance to perform； they probably wouldn't blow it…like a good bunch of Marines。 It was not all that much； but it was something。
〃What about side arms？〃 Ryan asked next。
〃All the nine…millimeter Brownings we need；〃 Tom Sharp assured him。
Ryan wanted to ask if they had hollow…point ammunition； but they probably just had military…issue hardball。 That Geneva Convention bullshit。 The nine…millimeter Parabellum cartridge was thought by Europeans to be powerful； but it was hardly a BB pared to the 。45 Colt with which he'd been trained。 So； then； why did he own a Browning Hi…Power？ Jack asked himself。 But the one he had at home was loaded with Federal 147…grain hollow…points； regarded by the American FBI as the only useful bullet to shoot out of the thing； good both for penetration and for expanding to the diameter of a dime inside the target's body； to make him bleed out in a hurry。
〃He'd better be bloody close；〃 Mick King announced。 〃I haven't fired one of the things in years。〃 Which reminded Jack that England did not have the gun culture America has； even in their security services。 James Bond was someone from the movies； Ryan had to remember。 Ryan himself was probably the best pistol shot in the room； and he was a long way from being an expert。 The pistols Sharp would hand out would be military…issue； the ones with invisible sights and crummy grips。 The one Ryan owned had Pachmayr grips that fit his hand so nicely that it might have been a custom…made glove。 Damn； nothing about this job was going to be easy。
〃Okay。 John； you'll be atop the colonnade。 Find out how you get there； and arrange to get up there Wednesday morning early。〃
〃Right。〃 He had press credentials to make that easy。 〃I'll recheck the timing for everything as well。〃
〃Good；〃 Sharp replied。 〃We'll spend the afternoon going over the ground more。 Look for things we may have overlooked。 I'm thinking we put one man over on the side street to try and spot our friend Strokov ing in。 If we spot him； we shadow him all the way in。〃
〃Not stop him out there？〃 Ryan asked。
〃Better to get him in closer；〃 Sharp thought out loud。 〃More of us； less chance for him to bolt。 If we're onto him； Jack； he won't be doing anything untoward； will he？ We'll see to that。〃
〃Will he be that predictable？〃 Jack worried。
〃He's doubtless been here already。 Indeed； we could just spot him today or tomorrow； couldn't we？〃
〃I wouldn't bet the ranch on it；〃 Jack shot back。
〃We play the card we are dealt； Sir John；〃 King said。 〃And hope for luck。〃
There was no arguing with that； Ryan realized。
〃If I were planning this operation； I'd be trying very hard to keep it simple。 The most important preparation he'll be making is up here。〃 Sharp tapped the side of his head。 〃He； too； will be somewhat tense； no matter how experienced he is in this business。 Yes； he's a clever bugger； but he is not bloody Superman。 The key to his success is surprise。 Well； he doesn't really have that； does he？ And blown surprise is the worst nightmare of a field officer。 Lose that and everything es apart like a wrecked watch。 Remember； if he sees one thing that he doesn't like； he will probably just walk away and plan to e back again。 There is no clock on this mission from his point of view。〃
〃Think so？〃 Ryan wasn't the least bit sure of that。
〃Yes； I do。 If there were； from an operational standpoint； they would well have executed the mission already； and the Pope would already be chatting directly with God。 According to what I've heard from London； this mission has been in planning for more than six weeks。 So； clearly he's taking his time。 I'll be very surprised if it happens day after tomorrow； but we must act as though it will。〃
〃I wish I had your confidence； man。〃
〃Sir John； field officers think and act like field officers； whatever their nationality；〃 Sharp said with confidence。 〃Our mission is a difficult one； yes； but we speak his language； as it were。 If this were a balls…out mission； it would have been done already。 Agreed； gentlemen？〃 he asked； and got nods from around the table； except from the American。
〃What if we're missing something？〃 Ryan wondered。
〃That is a possibility；〃 Sharp admitted； 〃but it's a possibility we have to both live with and discount。 We have only the information we have； and we must design our plan around that。〃
〃Not much choice for us； is it； Sir John？〃 Sparrow asked。 〃We have only what we have。〃
〃True；〃 Ryan admitted； rather miserably。 There had e the sudden thought that other things might be happening as well。 What if there were a diversion？ What if somebody tossed firecrackers…to draw eyes toward the noise and away from the real action？ That； he suddenly thought； was a real possibility。
Damn。
〃What's this about Ryan？〃 Ritter asked； storming into Judge Moore's office。
〃Basil thought that since BEATRIX was a CIA operation from the get…go； why not send one of our officers down there t