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it with any gun you pick up。 Trust me； sir； this is what I do for a living。〃
〃When do you want me here？〃
〃Say about four； every afternoon？〃
Ryan nodded。 〃Okay。〃
〃About your wife look； just bring her over some Saturday maybe。 I'll sit her down and talk to her about guns。 Lots of women； they're just afraid of the noise and there's all that crap on TV。 If nothing else； we'll get her used to shotgunning。 You say she's a doc； so she's gotta be pretty smart。 Hell； maybe she'll like it。 You'd be surprised how many of the gals I teach really get into it。〃
Ryan shook his head。 Cathy had never once touched his shotgun； and whenever he cleaned it； kept Sally out of the room。 Jack hadn't thought much about it； and hadn't minded having Sally out of the way。 Little kids and firearms were not a happy mixture。 At home he usually had the Remington disassembled and the ammunition locked away in the basement。 How would Cathy react to having a loaded gun in the house？
What if you start carrying a gun around？ How will she react to that？ What if the bad guys are interested in going after them； too 。 。 。？
〃I know what you're thinkin'； Lieutenant；〃 Breckenridge said。 〃Hey； the mander said the FBI didn't think any of this crap was gonna happen； right？〃
〃Yeah。〃
〃So what you're doin' is buyin' insurance； okay？〃
〃He said that； too；〃 Ryan replied。
〃Look we get intel reports here； sir。 Yeah； that's right。 Ever since those bike bums broke in； we get stuff from the cops and the FBI； and from some other places even the Coast Guard。 Some of their guys e here for firearms training； 'cause of the drug stuff they got 'em doing now。 I'll keep an ear out； too；〃 Breckenridge assured him。
Information it's all a battle for information。 You have to know what's happening if you're going to do anything about it。 Jack turned back to look at Jackson while he made a decision that he'd been trying to avoid ever since he got back from England。 He still had the number in his office。
〃And if they tell you those bike bums are ing back？〃 Ryan asked with a smile。
〃They'll wish they didn't；〃 the Sergeant Major said seriously。 〃This is a U。S。 Navy reservation； guarded by the United States Marine Corps。〃
And that's the name of that tune； Ryan thought。 〃Well； thanks； Gunny。 I'll get out of your way。〃
Breckenridge saw them to the door。 〃Sixteen hundred tomorrow； Lieutenant。 How about you； mander Jackson？〃
〃I'll stick to missiles and cannons； Gunny。 Safer that way。 G'night。〃
〃Good night； sir。〃
Robby walked Jack back to his office。 They had to pass on the daily drinks。 Jackson had to do some shopping on the way home。 After his friend left。 Jack stared at his telephone for several minutes。 Somehow he'd managed to avoid doing this for several weeks despite his wish to track down information on the ULA。 But it wasn't just curiosity anymore。 Ryan flipped open his telephone book and turned to the 〃G〃 page。 He was able to call the D。C。 area direct； though his finger hesitated before it jabbed down on each button。
〃This is Mrs。 Cummings；〃 a voice answered after the first ring。 Jack took a deep breath。
〃Hello； Nancy； this is Doctor Ryan。 Is the boss in？〃
〃Let me check。 Can you hold for a second？〃
〃Yes。〃
They didn't have one of the new musical hold buttons there； Ryan noted。 There was just the muted chirp of electronic noise for him to listen to。 Am I doing the right thing？ he wondered。 He admitted to himself that he didn't know。
〃Jack？〃 a familiar voice said。
〃Hello； Admiral。〃
〃How's the family？〃
〃Fine； thank you； sir。〃
〃They came through all the excitement all right？〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃And I understand that your wife's expecting another baby。 Congratulations。〃
And how did you know that； Admiral？ Ryan did not ask。 He didn't have to。 The DDI was supposed to know everything； and there were at least a million ways he might have found out。
〃Thank you； sir。〃
〃So； what can I do for you？〃
〃Admiral； I 。 。 。〃 Jack hesitated。 〃I want to look into this ULA bunch。〃
〃Yeah； I thought you might。 I have here on my desk a report from the FBI's terrorism unit about them； and we've been coordinating lately with the SIS。 I'd like to see you back here。 Jack。 Maybe even on a more permanent basis。 Have you thought our offer over any more since we last spoke？〃 Greer inquired innocently。
〃Yes； sir； I have； but 。 。 。 well； I am mitted to the end of the school year。〃 Jack temporized。 He didn't want to have to face that particular question。 If forced； he'd just say no； and that would kill his chance to get into Langley。
〃I understand。 Take your time。 When do you want to e over？〃
Why are you making it so easy？ 〃Could I e over tomorrow morning？ My first class isn't until two in the afternoon。〃
〃No problem。 Be at the main gate at eight in the morning。 They'll be waiting for you。 See ya。〃
〃Goodbye； sir。〃 Jack hung up。
Well； that was easy。 Too easy； Jack thought。 What's he up to？ Ryan dismissed the thought。 He wanted to look at what CIA had。 They might have stuff the FBI didn't； at the least he'd get a look at more data than he had now； and Jack wanted to do that。
Nevertheless the drive home was a troubled one。 Jack watched his rearview mirror after remembering that he'd left the Academy the same way he always did。 The hell of it was； he did see familiar cars。 That was a problem with making your mute about the same time every day。 There were at least twenty cars that he had learned to recognize。 There was someone's secretary driving her Camaro Z…28。 She had to be a secretary。 She was dressed too well to be anything else。 Then there was the young lawyer in his BMW the car made him a lawyer； Ryan thought； wondering how he had ever assigned tags to his fellow muters。 What if a new one shows up？ he wondered。 Will you be able to tell which one is a terrorist？ Fat chance； he knew。 Miller； for all the danger that lay on his face； would look ordinary enough with a jacket and tie； just another state employee fighting his way up Route 2 into Annapolis 。 。 。
〃Paranoid； all this is paranoid；〃 Ryan murmured to himself。 Pretty soon he'd check the rear seat in his car before he got in； to see if someone might be lurking back there like on TV； with a pistol or garrote！ He wondered if the whole thing might be a stupid； paranoid waste of time。 What if Dan Murray just had a bug up his ass or was simply being cautious？ The Bureau probably taught its men to be cautious on these things； he was sure。 Do I scare Cathy over this？ What if that's all there is to it？
What if it's not？
That's why I'm going to go to Langley tomorrow； Ryan answered himself。
They sent Sally to bed at 8：30； dressed in her bunny…rabbit sleeper； the flannel pajamas with feet that keep kids warm through the night。 She was getting a little old for that； Jack thought； but his wife insisted on them； since their daughter had a habit of kicking the blankets en the floor in the middle of the night。
〃How was work today？〃 his wife asked。
〃The mids gave me a medal；〃 he said； and explained on for a few minutes。 Finally he pulled the Order of the Purple Target out of his briefcase。 Cathy found it amusing。 The smiling stopped when he related the visit from Mr。 Shaw of the FBI。 Jack ran through the information； careful to include everything the agent had said。
〃So； he doesn't really think it'll be a problem？〃 she asked hopefully。
〃We can't ignore it。〃
Cathy turned away for a moment。 She didn't know what to make of this new information。 Of course； her husband thought。 Neither do I。
〃So what are you going to do？〃 she asked finally。
〃For one thing I'm going to call an alarm pany and have the house wired。 Next； I've already put my shotgun back together； and it's loaded 〃
〃No； Jack； not in this house； not with Sally around；〃 Cathy said at once。
〃It's on the top shelf in my closet。 It's loaded； but it doesn't have a round chambered。 She can't possibly get to it； not even with a stool to stand on。 It stays loaded； Cathy。 I'm also going to start practicing some with it； and maybe get a pistol； too。 And〃 he