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ive to wear。 His rarely worn KGB uniform was bad enough。 Still； pictures told stories that mere words did not； and he had the keen eye for detail that his job required。
〃You know； every year they harvest wheat in Kansas； and it never makes the NBC Nightly News；〃 Ed Foley said to his wife。
〃I suppose feeding themselves is a major acplishment；〃 Mary Pat observed。 〃How's the office？〃
〃Small。〃 Then he waved his hands in such a way as to say that nothing interesting had happened。
Soon she'd have to drive their car around to check for alert signals。 They were working Agent CARDINAL here in Moscow； and he was their most important assignment。 The colonel knew that he'd have new handlers here。 Setting that arrangement up would be touchy； but Mary Pat was accustomed to handling the touchy ones。
CHAPTER 4 … INTRODUCTIONS
It was five in the evening in London； and noon in Langley； when Ryan lit up his secure phone to call home。 He'd have to get used to the time zones。 Like a lot of people； he found that his creative times of day tended to divide themselves into two parts。 Mornings were best for digesting information； but later afternoons were better for contemplation。 Admiral Greer tended to be the same way； and so Jack would find himself disconnected from his boss's work routine； which wasn't good。 He also had to get used to the mechanics of handling documents。 He'd been in government service long enough to know that it would never be as easy as he expected； nor as simple as it ought to be。
〃Greer；〃 a voice said； after the secure link was established。
〃Ryan here； sir。〃
〃How's England； Jack？〃
〃Haven't seen it rain yet。 Cathy starts her new job tomorrow morning。〃
〃How's Basil？〃
〃I can't plain about the hospitality； sir。〃
〃Where are you now？〃
〃Century House。 They gave me an office on the top floor with a guy in their Russian section。〃
〃I bet you want an STU for your home。〃
〃Good call； sir。〃 The old bastard was pretty good at reading minds。
〃What else？〃
〃Nothing es immediately to mind； Admiral。〃
〃Anything interesting yet？〃
〃Just settling in； sir。 Their Russian section looks smart。 The guy I'm working with； Simon Harding； reads the tea leaves pretty well；〃 Ryan said； glad that Simon was off at the moment。 Of course； maybe the phone was bugged。。。 nah。。。 not for a Knight mander of the Victorian Order。。。 or would they？
〃Kids okay？〃
〃Yes； sir。 Sally's trying to figure out the local TV。〃
〃Kids adapt pretty well。〃
Better than adults do。 〃I'll let you know； Admiral。〃
〃The Hopkins document ought to be on your desk tomorrow。〃
〃Thanks。 I think they'll like it。 Bernie said some interesting things。 This other thing with the Pope。。。〃
〃What are our cousins saying？〃
〃They're concerned。 So am I。 I think His Holiness has rattled their cage pretty hard； and I think Ivan's going to notice。〃
〃What's Basil saying？〃
〃Not much。 I do not know what assets they have on site。 I imagine they're waiting to see what they can find out。〃 Jack paused。 〃Anything from our end？〃
〃Not yet〃 was the terse reply。 It was a step up from nothing I can talk to you about。 Does Admiral Greer really trust me now？ Jack wondered。 Sure； Greer liked him； but did he really trust him to be a good analyst？ Perhaps this London sojourn was； if not boot camp； then maybe a second trip through the Basic School。 That was where the Marine Corps made sure that young men with lieutenant's bars really had the right stuff to lead Marines in the field。 It was reputed to be the hardest school in the Corps。 It hadn't been especially easy for Ryan； but he had graduated at the top of his class。 Maybe he'd just been lucky。。。？ He hadn't served long enough to find out； courtesy of a broken CH…46 over the island of Crete； an event that still visited him in the occasional nightmare。
Fortunately； his gunnery sergeant and a navy corpsman had stabilized him； but Jack still got a chill even thinking about helicopters。 〃Tell me what you think； Jack。〃
〃If my job were to keep the Pope alive； I'd be a little nervous。 The Russians can play rough when they want to。 What I cannot evaluate is how the Politburo might react…I mean； how much starch they might have in their backbone。 When I talked to Basil； I said it es down to how scared they are by his threat； if you call it a threat。〃
〃What would you call it； Jack？〃 the DDI asked from 3；400 miles away。
〃Yes； sir； you have me there。 I suppose it is a threat of sorts to their way of thinking。〃
〃Of sorts？ How does it look to them？〃 Jim Greer would have been one tough son of a bitch teaching graduate…level history or political science。 Right up there with Father Tim at Georgetown。
〃Noted； Admiral。 It's a threat。 And they will see it as such。 I am not sure； however； how serious a threat they will take it to be。 It's not as though they believe in God。 To them； 'God' is politics； and politics is just a process； not a belief system as we understand the term。〃
〃Jack； you need to learn to see reality through the eyes of your adversary。 Your analytical ability is first…rate； but you have to work on perception。 This isn't stocks and bonds； where you dealt with hard numbers； not perceptions of numbers。 They say El Greco had a stigmatism in his eyes that gave everything a visual slant。 They see reality through a different lens； too。 If you can replicate that； you'll be one of the best around； but you have to make that leap of imagination。 Harding's pretty good at that。 Learn from him to see the inside of their heads。〃
〃You know Simon？〃 Jack asked。
〃I've been reading his analyses for years。〃
None of this is an accident； Jack； he told himself； with more surprise than there ought to have been。 His second important lesson of the day。 〃Understood； sir。〃
〃Don't sound too surprised； my boy。〃
〃Aye…aye； sir；〃 Ryan responded like a Marine shavetail。 I won't make that mistake again； Admiral。 And in that moment； John Patrick Ryan became a real intelligence analyst。
〃I'll have the embassy deliver the STU to you。 You know about keeping it secure；〃 the DDI added as a cautionary note。
〃Yes； sir。 I can do that。〃
〃Good。 Lunchtime here。〃
〃Yes； sir。 Talk to you tomorrow。〃 Ryan replaced the receiver in the cradle and then extracted the plastic key from the slot in the phone set。 That went into his pocket。 He checked his watch。 Time to close up shop。 He'd already cleared his desk of classified folders。 A woman came around about 4：30 with a shopping cart to take them back to central…records storage。 Right on cue； Simon came back in。
〃What time's your train？〃
〃Six…ten。〃
〃Time for a beer； Jack。 Interested？〃
〃Works for me； Simon。〃 He rose and followed his roommate out the door。
It was only a four…minute walk to the Fox and Cock； a very traditional pub a block from Century House。 A little too traditional： It looked like a relic from Shakespeare's time； with massive wooden timbers and plaster walls。 It had to be for architectural effect； no real building could have survived that long； could it？ Inside was a cloud of tobacco smoke and a lot of people wearing jackets and ties。 Clearly an upscale pub； a lot of the patrons were probably from Century House。 Harding confirmed it。
〃It's our watering hole。 The publican used to be one of us； probably makes more here than he ever did at the shop。〃 Without being bidden； Harding ordered two pints of Tetley's bitter； which arrived quickly。 Then he ushered Jack to a corner booth。
〃So； Sir John； how do you like it here？〃
〃No plaints so far。〃 He took a sip。 〃Admiral Greer thinks you're pretty smart。〃
〃And Basil thinks he's rather bright as well。 Good chap to work for？〃 Harding asked。
〃Yeah； big…time。 He listens and helps you think。 Doesn't stomp on you when you goof。 He'd rather teach than embarrass you…that's my experience； anyway。 Some of the more senior analysts have had him tear a stripe off their ass。 I guess I'm not senior enough for that yet。〃 Ryan paused。 〃You supposed to be my training officer over here； Simon？〃
The directness of the question surprised his host。 〃I wouldn't say that exactly。 I'm a Soviet specialist。 You're more a generalist； I take it？〃