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the killing is purely random now。 Maybe a third of the kills are people who were walking down the wrong street。 The process feeds on itself； and there's not much of a middle ground left anymore。 Except the cops I know； the RUC used to be the bad guys； too； but they've just about ended that crap。 The Law has got to be the Law for everyone but that's too easy to forget sometimes； like in Mississippi back in the sixties； and that's essentially what happened in Northern Ireland。 Sir Jack Hermon is trying to turn the RUC into a professional police force。 There are plenty of people left over from the bad old days； but the troops are ing around。 They must be。 The cops are taking casualties from both sides； the last one was killed by prods。 They firebombed his house。〃 Murray shook his head。 〃It's amazing。 I was just over there two weeks ago。 Their morale's great； especially with the new kids。 I don't know how they do it well； I do know。 They have their mission； too。 The cops and the courts have to reestablish justice； and the people have to see that they're doing it。 They're the only hope that place has； them and a few of the church leaders。 Maybe mon sense'll break out someday； but don't hold your breath。 It's going to take a long time。 Thank God for Tom Jefferson and Jim Madison； bub。 Sometimes I wonder how close we came to that sectarian stuff。 It's like a Mafia war that everybody can play in。〃
〃Well； Judge？〃 Admiral James Greer hit the off switch on the remote control as the Cable News Network switched topics。 The Director of Central Intelligence tapped his cigar on the cut…glass ashtray。
〃We know he's smart； James； and it looks like he knows how to handle himself with reporters； but he's impetuous；〃 Judge Arthur Moore said。
〃e on； Arthur。 He's young。 I want somebody in here with some fresh ideas。 You going to tell me now that you didn't like his report？ First time at bat； and he turns out something that good！〃
Judge Moore smiled behind his cigar。 It was drizzling outside the seventh…floor window of the office of the Deputy Director； Intelligence； of the Central Intelligence Agency。 The rolling hills of the Potomac Valley prevented his seeing the river； but he could spy the hills a mile or so away on the far side。 It was a far prettier view than that of the parking lots。
〃Background check？〃
〃We haven't done a deep one yet； but I'll bet you a bottle of your favorite bourbon that he es up clean。〃
〃No bet； James！〃 Moore had already seen Jack's service record from the Marine Corps。 Besides； he hadn't e to the Agency。 They had gone to him and he'd turned them down on the first offer。 〃You think he can handle it； eh？〃
〃You really ought to meet the kid； Judge。 I had him figured out the first ten minutes he was in here last July。〃
〃You arranged the leak？〃
〃Me？ Leak？〃 Admiral Greer chuckled。 〃Nice to know how he can handle himself； though； isn't it？ Didn't even blink when he fielded the question。 The boy takes his clearance seriously； and〃 Greer held up the telex from London 〃he's asking good questions。 Emil says his man Murray was fairly impressed； too。 It's just a damned shame to waste him teaching history。〃
〃Even at your alma mater？〃
Greer smiled。 〃Yes； that does hurt a little。 I want him； Arthur。 I want to teach him； I want to groom him。 He's our kind of people。〃
〃But he doesn't seem to think so。〃
〃He will。〃 Greer was quietly positive。
〃Okay； James。 How do you want to approach him？〃
〃No hurry。 I want a very thorough background check done first and who knows？ Maybe he'll e to us。〃
〃No chance；〃 Judge Moore scoffed。
〃He'll e to us requesting information on this ULA bunch；〃 Greer said。
The Judge thought about that one。 One thing about James Greer； Moore knew； was his ability to see into things and people as though they were made of crystal。 〃That makes sense。〃
〃You bet it does。 It'll be a while the Attache says he has to stay over for the trial and all but he'll be in this office two weeks after he gets back； asking for a chance to research this ULA outfit。 If he does； I'll pop the offer if you agree； Arthur。 I also want to talk to Emil Jacobs at FBI and pare files on these ULA characters。〃
〃Okay。〃
They turned to other matters。
Chapter 5 Perqs and Plots
The day Ryan was released from the hospital was the happiest in his life； at least since Sally had been born at Johns Hopkins； four years before。 It was after six in the evening when he finally finished dressing himself the cast made that a very tricky exercise and plopped down in the wheelchair。 Jack had groused about that； but it was evidently a rule as inviolable in British hospitals as in American ones： patients are not allowed to walk out somebody might think they were cured。 A uniformed policeman pushed him out of the room into the hall。 Ryan didn't look back。
Virtually the whole floor staff was lined up in the hall； along with a number of the patients Ryan had met the past week and a half as he'd relearned how to walk up and down the drab corridors with a ten…degree list from the heavy cast。 Jack flushed red at the applause； the more so when people reached out to shake his hand。 I'm not an Apollo astronaut； he thought。 The Brits are supposed to be more dignified than this。
Nurse Kittiwake gave a little speech about what a model patient he was。 What a pleasure and an honor 。 。 。 Ryan blushed again when she finished； and gave him some flowers； to take to his lovely wife； she said。 Then she kissed him； on behalf of everyone else。 Jack kissed back。 It was the least he could do； he told himself； and she really was a pretty girl。 Kittiwake hugged him； cast and all； and tears started running out of her eyes。 Tony Wilson was at her side and gave Jack a surreptitious wink。 That was no surprise。 Jack shook hands with another ten or so people before the cop got him into the elevator。
〃Next time you guys find me wounded in the street；〃 Ryan said； 〃let me die there。〃
The policeman laughed。 〃Bloody ungrateful fellow you are。〃
〃True。〃
The elevator opened at the lobby and he was grateful to see that it had been cleared except for the Duke of Edinburgh and a gaggle of security people。
〃Good evening； My Lord。〃 Ryan tried to stand； but was waved back down。
〃Hello； Jack！ How are you feeling？〃 They shook hands； and for a moment he was afraid that the Duke himself would wheel him out the door。 That would have been intolerable； but the police officer resumed his pushing as the Duke walked alongside。 Jack pointed forward。
〃Sir； I will improve at least fifty percent when we make it through that door。〃
〃Hungry？〃
〃After hospital food？ I just might eat one of your polo horses。〃
The Duke grinned。 〃We'll try to do a little better than that。〃
Jack noticed seven security people in the lobby。 Outside was a Rolls…Royce 。 。 。 and at least four other cars； along with a number of people who did not look like ordinary passersby。 It was too dark to see anyone prowling the roofs； but they'd be there； too。 Well； Ryan thought； they've learned their lessons on security。 Still a damned shame； though； and it means the terrorists have won a victory。 If they make society change； even a little； they've won something。 Bastards。 The cop brought him right to the Rolls。
〃Can I get up now？〃 The cast was so heavy that it ruined his balance。 Ryan stood a little too fast and nearly smashed into the car； but caught himself with an angry shake of the head before anyone had to grab for him。 He stood still for a moment； his left arm sticking out like the big claw on a fiddler crab； and tried to figure how to get into the car。 It turned out that the best way was to stick the cast in first； then rotate clockwise as he followed it。 The Duke had to enter from the other side； and it turned out to be rather a snug fit。 Ryan had never been in a Rolls before； and found that it wasn't all that spacious。
〃fortable？〃
〃Well I'll have to be careful not to punch a window out with this damned thing。〃 Ryan leaned back and shook his head with an eyes…closed smile。
〃You really are glad to be out of hospital。〃
〃My Lord； on that yo