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ree thousand miles behind him。
〃Good evening； Mr。 Cooley。〃 Kevin O'Donnell looked up from his menu。
〃Hello； Mr。 Jameson。 How nice to see you；〃 the book dealer replied with well…acted surprise。
〃Won't you join me？〃
〃Why； yes。 Thank you。〃
〃What brings you into town？〃
〃Business。 I'm staying overnight with friends at Cobh。〃 This was true； it also told O'Donnell known locally as Michael Jameson that he had the latest message with him。
〃Care to look at the menu？〃 O'Donnell handed it over。 Cooley inspected it briefly； closed it； and handed it back。 No one could have seen the transfer。 〃Jameson〃 let the small envelope inside the folder drop to his lap。 The conversation which ensued over the next hour drifted through various pleasantries。 There were four Gardai in the next booth； and in any case Mr。 Cooley did not concern himself with operational matters。 His job was that of contact agent and cutout。 A weak man； O'Donnell thought； though he'd never told this to anyone。 Cooley didn't have the right qualities for real operations； he was better suited to the role of intelligence。 Not that he'd ever asked； and surely the smaller man had passed through training well enough。 His ideology was sound； but O'Donnell had always sensed within him a weakness of character that acpanied his cleverness。 No matter。 Cooley was a man with no record in any police station。 He'd never even thrown a rock； much less a cocktail； at a Saracen。 He'd preferred to watch and let his hate fester without an emotional release。 Quiet； bookish； and unobtrusive； Dennis was perfect for his job。 If Cooley was unable to shed blood； O'Donnell knew； he was also unlikely to shed tears。 You bland little fellow； you can organize a superb intelligence…gathering operation； and so long as you don't have to do any of the wet…work yourself； you can you have helped cause the death of 。 。 。 ten or twelve； wasn't it？ Did the man have any emotions at all？ Probably not； the leader judged。 Perfect。 He had his own little Himmler； O'Donnell told himself or maybe Dzerzhinsky would be a more apt role model。 Yes； 〃Iron Feliks〃 Dzerzhinsky： that malignant； effective little man。 It was only the round； puffy face that reminded him of the Nazi Himmler and a man couldn't choose his looks； could he？ Cooley had a future in the Organization。 When the time came； they'd need a real Dzerzhinsky。
They finished their talking over after…dinner coffee。 Cooley picked up the check。 He insisted： business was excellent。 O'Donnell pocketed the envelope and left the restaurant。 He resisted the urge to read the report。 Kevin was a man to whom patience came hard； and as a consequence he forced himself to it。 Impatience had ruined more operations than the British Army ever had； he knew。 Another lesson from his early days with the Proves。 He drove his BMW through the old streets at the legal limit； leaving the town behind as he entered the narrow country roads to his home on the headlands。 He did not take a direct route； and kept an eye on his mirror。 O'Donnell knew that his security was excellent。 He also knew that continued vigilance was the reason it remained so。 His expensive car was registered to his corporation's head office in Dundalk。 It was a real business； with nine blue…water trawlers that dragged purse…seine nets through the cold northern waters that surrounded the British Isles。 The business had an excellent general manager； a man who had never been involved in the Troubles and whose skills allowed O'Donnell to live the life of a country gentleman far to the south。 The tradition of absentee ownership was an old one in Ireland like O'Donnell's home； a legacy from the English。
It took just under an hour to reach the private driveway marked by a pair of stone pillars； and another five minutes to reach the house over the sea。 Like any mon man； O'Donnell parked his car in the open； the carriage house that was attached to the manor had been converted to offices by a local contractor。 He went at once to his study。 McKenney was waiting for him there； reading a recent edition of Yeats' poetry。 Another bookish lad； though he did not share Cooley's aversion to the sight of blood。 His quiet； disciplined demeanor concealed an explosive capacity for action。 A man very like O'Donnell himself； Michael was。 Like the O'Donnell often or twelve years before； his youth needed tempering； hence his assignment as chief of intelligence so that he could learn the value of deliberation； of gathering all the information he could get before he mitted himself to action。 The Proves never really did that。 They used tactical intelligence； but not the strategic kind a fine explanation； O'Donnell thought； for the mindlessness of their overall strategy。 Another of the reasons he had left the Provisionals but he would return to the fold。 Or more properly； the fold would return to him。 Then he would have his army。 Kevin already had his plan； though not even his closest associates knew it at least not all of it。
O'Donnell sat in the leather chair behind the desk and took the envelope from his coat pocket。 McKenney discreetly went to the corner bar and got his superior a glass of whiskey。 With ice； a taste Kevin had acquired in hotter climes several years before。 He set the glass on the desk； and O'Donnell took it； sipping off a tiny bit without a word。
There were six pages to the document； and O'Donnell read through the single…spaced pages as slowly and deliberately as McKenney had just been doing with the words of Yeats。 The younger man marveled at the man's patience。 For all his reputation as a fighter capable of ruthless action； the chief of the ULA often seemed a creature made of stone； the way he would assemble and process data。 Like a puter； but a malignant one。 He took fully twenty minutes to go through the six pages。
〃Well； our friend Ryan is back in America； where he belongs。 Flew the Concorde home； and his wife arranged for a friend to meet them at the airport。 Next Monday I expect he'll be back teaching those fine young men and women at their Naval Academy。〃 O'Donnell smiled at the humor of his words。 〃His Highness and his lovely bride will be back home two days late。 It seems that their aircraft developed electrical problems； and a new instrument had to be flown in all the way from England or so the public story will go。 In reality； it would seem that they like New Zealand so much that they wanted some additional time to enjoy their privacy。 Security on their arrival will be impressive。
〃In fact； looking this over； it would seem that their security for the next few months at least will be impenetrable。〃
McKenney snorted。 〃No security's impenetrable。 We've proven that ourselves。〃
〃Michael； we do not wish to kill them。 Any fool can do that；〃 he said patiently。 〃Our objective demands that we take them alive。〃
〃But 〃
Would they never learn？ 〃No buts； Michael。 If I wanted to kill them； they would already be dead； and this Ryan bastard along with them。 It is easy to kill； but that will not achieve what we wish。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃 McKenney nodded his submission。 〃And Sean？〃
〃They will be processing him in Brixton Prison for another two weeks or so our friends in C…13 don't want him far from their reach for the moment。〃
〃Does that mean that Sean 〃
〃Most unlikely；〃 O'Donnell cut him off。 〃Still and all； I think the Organization is stronger with him than without him； don't you？〃
〃But how will we know？〃
〃There is a great deal of high…level interest in our rade；〃 O'Donnell half…explained。
McKenney nodded thoughtfully。 He concealed his annoyance that the mander would not share his intelligence source with his own intelligence chief。 McKenney knew how valuable the information was； but where it came from was the deepest of all the ULA's secrets。 The younger man shrugged it off。 He had his own information sources； and his skill at using their information was growing on a daily basis。 Having always to wait so long to act on it chafed on him； but he admitted to himself grudgingly at first； but with increasing conviction that full preparation had allowed several tricky operations to go perfectly。 Another operation that had