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by Tom Clancy


  Terskoff had paled. “Sir …”

  The President pointed to his wristwatch.

  “Twenty seconds,” he said.

  His lower lip quivering, Terskoff hesitated for another two of those seconds, then whipped around and plunged into the East Room.

  Precisely eighteen seconds later, the President heard his name announced and made his entrance.

  The Murrow Room at the NPC Building was packed with newsies. Like some huge, self-replicating organism, the Washington press corps had divided between two fronts of a battle that it hoped was about to reach a roaring public climax, with the President and Roger Gordian hurling verbal thunderbolts across Pennsylvania Avenue. They wanted banner headlines, they wanted dramatic sound and video bites, they wanted to keep the legion of attorneys and ex-politicos who had been reborn as television commentators regularly bickering through the next ratings sweeps period. They wanted bombs bursting in air, and Gordian was a little intimidated by their expectation— probably because he knew there wasn’t much chance of reaching the level to which the bar had been elevated. A lifetime of conducting one’s affairs with businesslike restraint scarcely prepared a man to generate oratorical hell-fire.

  In the end, though, it didn’t matter to him whether they were disappointed. Nor would it have been devastating had none of them showed up, leaving his electronically amplified words to float unheard above a roomful of empty chairs. He had come to make his stand, and win or lose, that was ultimately the best anyone could do.

  Mounting the podium, he waited for a long moment. Chuck Kirby, Megan Breen, Vince Scull, and Alex Nordstrum behind him on the right, Dan Parker, Richard Sobel, and FBI Director Robert Lang on his left.

  “Ladies and gentleman of the press, thank you for coming today,” he finally said. “Right now, only a few short blocks away from here, the Morrison-Fiore cryptographic deregulation bill is being signed into law. I don’t know what personal feelings any of you may have about it, but for the past several months I have tried to make mine clear. My opposition to the decontrol of cryptographic hardware and software remains firm and uncompromising. Still, there seems to be some confusion about my views, and that is at least fifty percent of the reason I am addressing you today.”

  Gordian paused, adjusted his microphone.

  “I know a little about technology and its importance as a binding and unifying global force,” he continued. “I believe that knowledge is freedom., and information the core and cornerstone of knowledge. I have tried with my communications network to break down the barriers that keep people around the world in darkness and tyranny. And I am extremely proud of my successes.

  “But the reality is that America has its enemies. We would be mistaken to confuse the globalization of advanced technology with the abdication of our rights and imperatives as a sovereign nation, and I believe Morrison-Fiore is a disturbing step along that road. My critics, on the other hand, argue that I am vainly trying to put the genie back in the bottle by advocating we control encryption technology as we might any other powerful tool.

  They argue that because cryptographic software may be smuggled across the transparent borders of cyberspace with relative ease, we ought to pretend those borders do not exist, rather than better define and regulate them. That because we acknowledge the inadequacies and inconsistencies of current laws, and the real and great obstacles to applying them across territorial borders, we should abandon them altogether rather than work toward bringing them into greater harmony.

  ‘This sort of thinking admittedly baffles me. Are we to cease attempting to check electronic piracy only because it may be difficult to do so? Refuse to engage a problem only because it may be daunting? If that’s to be the case, where do we draw the line? Should we next allow arms and narcotics to flow unchecked between nations? This is no strained comparison. International criminals and practitioners of violence already know encryption technology can afford them a formidable advantage over law enforcement, a new and sophisticated layer of secrecy by which their activities can be concealed. They know it, and they are fast learning how to capitalize on that knowledge.

  “I assure you, when we concede an advantage to crime and criminals, we do worse than allow the disintegration of legal boundaries. We risk the disintegration of our will as a civilization. And that, ladies and gentlemen, frightens me more than anything as an individual. …”

  Nordstrum skimmed his eyes over the crowd of reporters. He thought Gord was doing superbly, and although his notoriously jaded colleagues were a tough bunch to read, and there were very few nodding heads, they at least seemed inclined to listen .. . which was really the critical thing today. Gordian needed their agreement much less than their interest. That translated into coverage, whereas boredom meant obscurity in the back pages.

  Nordstrum was only disappointed that he’d forgotten to convey Craig Weston’s message to Gordian. Ifs not the locks, it’s the keys, he’d said, obviously alluding to the proprietary codes which were used to access, or rather, non-technically speaking, “descramble,” data that had been encrypted. The problem of their safe storage was an aspect of the issue that certainly might have borne a touch more emphasis in Gordian’s statement, and Nordstrum had fully intended to suggest that to him. But somewhere in the process of meeting Gord and the others at their hotel, and hearing about the near-calamity that had occurred when they’d been landing at Dulles, it had slipped his mind.

  Well, perhaps he’d be able to prompt Gord to address the subject during the journalistic grilling—politely known as a Q and A session—that would follow his prepared comments. In fact, that might be the best time for him to do so, since Gordian would likely need a respite from the inevitable bombardment of questions about the Monolith bid, and the surprise announcement he was going to make on that track.

  Reminding himself all over again of the hell he would catch at the gym if he failed to keep his promise to the admiral, Nordstrum turned his full attention back to the press conference.

  Sitting aboard the monorail as it ran a smooth, circular course around the high-tech theme parks, man-made beaches, and other bustling tourist attractions of Sentosa Island, Omori peered through his binoculars and watched the boosted fleet of naval patrol boats maneuvering in the waters off Singapore‘s coastline. Their presence had become increasingly noticeable over the past few days, entire squadrons assembling in advance of the Seawolf’s run. Security in the city itself was likewise tighter than Omori had ever seen it; walking from the train station to the ferry terminal, he often had been forced to detour around police barricades along the motorcade routes to be taken by arriving dignitaries. Indeed, the Malaysian Prime Minister was already in town, having come a day ahead of his counterparts from Indonesia and America to visit with the govemer of Pulau Ubin, with whom he shared close personal ties.

  The mission that had brought Omori from Tokyo also reflected long-standing ties … to the Inagawa-kai syndicate of which he was a high-placed kuromaku, or power broker; to Nga Canbera; to the politicians within the Diet whose opposition to SEAPAC had brought them into alliance with a broad group of foreign and domestic interests, all of which had pledged to make the treaty come undone, and bring about the humiliation and downfall of its internationalist sponsors.

  Omori felt a jostling against his right arm now, lowered his glasses, and looked over at the little boy in the seat beside him. He was shifting restlessly about, repeatedly asking his mother when they would reach the Entertainment Mall. Omori frowned, and patted the child’s shoulder to gain his attention.

  “You should be patient and behave for your mommy,” he said. “She is very good to bring you here and cannot make us go any faster.”

  The boy fell still, looked at him in the wide-eyed, anxious way children did when scolded by strangers, and then looked up at his mother.

  Omori glanced at her and smiled in commiseration. The boy was a cute and precocious one, like his own son of about the same age. Omori prayed he would live to see
his wife and family again. Children were his truest joy.

  He turned back to the window, raised the goggles to his eyes, and continued looking out at the harbor. The number of vessels in the patrols had no meaning to him. Let them bring in the entire Navy if they wished. A small team of men, properly equipped and striking with accuracy, could penetrate any massive line of defense.

  Tonight, after he’d finished reconaissance and freshened up a bit, he would meet with the members of the insertion party and review their final preparations. Then there would be nothing to do but await word to proceed, and check his E-mail for a critical file from Nga.

  For the moment, however, Omori would relax and enjoy his ride. He hoped the world leaders aboard the Seawolf would enjoy theirs as well.

  “In conclusion, I’d like to return for a moment to the example of the genie. Would I like it put back in the magic lamp, the lamp itself sealed away from the eyes, the very awareness, of man? My life’s work is evidence to the contrary. As I interpret the story, it wasn’t the genie’s power to work wonders that heaped so much pain and trouble upon poor Aladdin. The cause, I think, was Aladdin’s lack of judgment about how to use his gift, a failure to understand the exceeding degree of caution and restraint with which it needed to be managed. Power itself is never to be feared. Its uses are determined by the hands into which it falls. With passion and intelligence anything is truly possible.

  “But as evolving technologies create new possibilities for us, as in a sense we use science to work magic, our eternal responsibility is to choose those uses which will build rather than destroy, liberate rather than imprison, bring gain rather than loss upon us as a species. It’s a responsibility that hasn’t changed in essence since the discovery of fire or the wheel, although as the tools become more complex, so do our choices. Mistakes are inevitable, but I hope and believe we will learn from them, and be wise enough to correct those we can. If so, then you can take my word for it… the genie belongs among us. And he’s in the very best of hands.”

  Gordian pushed aside his written notes, and sipped from the glass of water on the lectern. Not too shoddy, he thought. It didn’t bother him that the applause was merely polite. Rushed, even. The main thing was that he believed his delivery had been okay, and that his comments had a pretty good chance of penetrating the sieve of the media and getting out to the public.

  He took a deep breath, drank some more water, and leaned toward the mike again.

  “At this point, I’d be glad to take some questions,” he said.

  A clattering commotion as three quarters of the room sprang off their chairs.

  Gordian pointed to the guy in the first row with the famous Website.

  “Mr. Gordian, we were informed you would be making a significant announcement on the corporate front,” he said. “And though you did not address the issue in your speech to us, I’m wondering if there’s anything you can reveal about your future as chairman of UpLink International.”

  Gordian looked at him with genuine surprise.

  Damned if he hadn’t nearly forgotten in all the excitement.

  “Oh, yes,” he said. “Now that you remind me, there certainly is.”

  The East Room erupted into noisy, enthusiastic applause the instant the President hastily and perfunctorily put his signature on the last page of Morrison-Fiore, no longer a bill now, but law of the land. Congratulations flew. The Senate whips clasped hands. The Speaker of the House and his rival from the minority party embraced in bipar-tison triumph. The Veep posed for photographs, basking in his Commander in Chief’s reflected light, hoping it would enhance his own glimmer when his turn to seek his party’s nod for the Presidency came about in two years or so.

  Disgusted, President Ballard wanted to get to sleep.

  He had a long flight to Singapore ahead of him in the morning, and then a historic ride on a submarine that it looked like nobody on the planet was going to notice.

  “…and Mr. Sobel will acquire the firms comprising UpLink’s entire computer products division, including Stronghold Security Systems, our cryptographic hardware and software subsidiary. As someone who has known and worked with Richard for over a decade, I have confidence my corporate children will attain impressive and unprecedented levels of success.”

  Gordian pointed to one of the upraised hands in front of him.

  “The young lady from the Wall Street Journal,” he said. “Ms. Sheffield, is it?”

  She nodded and stood. “Sir, with all due respect, how will that growth be possible as long as Mr. Sobel preserves your restrictions on crypto export? Many industry analysts disagree with your contention that a cryptographic firm can focus primarily on the domestic market and remain profitable. Or will those policies be relaxed after the sale?”

  Richard suddenly stepped up to share the podium.

  “With our host’s permission, I’m going to answer that myself,” Sobel said. “I can unequivocally state that I support Roger Gordian on the encryption issue and will carry on his present policies to the letter. Success is all in how you approach the marketplace, and my electronics firm is existing proof that the analysts you mention are wrong. Our net profits have increased every year for the past five years. We have grown slowly by intention and built a solid reputation designing latchkey systems for corporate clients … using many of Roger Gordian’s cryptographic products. As a service-and-support-oriented company, we believe Roger Gordian’s superior data-encoding systems will both attract new clients, and present limitless advantages to our existing ones.”

  Sheffield asked Richard a brief follow-up about his specific last-quarter earnings, and then it was Gordian’s turn again. Before taking the mike, though, he tapped Richard on the elbow, leaned close, and whispered for him to stay put, figuring they were certain to have the chance to drop their final bombshell before too long.

  “What sort of reaction has the breakup proposal generated from your board?” a reporter asked.

  “I’ve spoken over the telephone with everyone on it, and can tell you my plan has been welcomed with almost complete unanimity,” Gordian said. “I foresee no problem obtaining the board’s endorsement when we convene sometime next week.”

  Another reporter. “Your computer division aside, there are a number of subsidiaries in UpLink’s medical and automotive branches which you’ve said will also be up for sale… and which have yet to find buyers. How do you expect your shareholders react to these, ah, forced separations?”

  “Very positively, I hope,” Gordian said. “The spun-off entities remain under skilled and imaginative management, people who will be able to implement their ideas with greater freedom than ever outside the pressure of a large corporate bureaucracy. And while it would be unrealistic for me to expect full confidence from our shareholders at the onset, I think most will be initially reassured by the package of financial bonuses we’re preparing, and eventually become true believers. We’re dedicated to our investors and guarantee their concerns will be addressed.”

  A half-dozen more wearisome questions, most regarding the technical aspects of the breakup. What sort of financial bonuses? Will you be retaining any stock in the divested companies? If so, what percentage is to be floated to shareholders?

  Question Number Seven was the charm, fired at him courtesy of someone from Business Week:

  “Mr. Gordian, how will your plans be effected should the Spartus Consortium finalize the sale of their stake in UpLink, which amounts to fully one fifth of the company—an enormous minority holding—to Marcus Caine, who we all know hasn’t been over to your home for dinner lately?”

  It was a setup Richard couldn’t resist.

  “As part of our overall deal, UpLink will be placing an equal portion of its stock in my hands,” he said, stepping in seamlessly. “If Marcus Caine wants to make himself an uninvited guest at the table, he’ll have to sit across from Roger Gordian and myself from now on, look us both squarely in the eye, and learn it isn’t an all-you-can-eat. And let me te
ll you, people, if Caine tries grabbing anything from my plate, he’d damned well better watch out for my fork.”

  A beat of surprised silence from the audience, and then laughter over Richard’s quip.

  A great, rising swell of laughter.

  Gordian looked out at the room, and was embarrassed by the realization that he was grinning himself.

  But not too embarrassed.

  Boom, he thought. Bombshell delivered.

  And dead-on in the crosshairs, no less.

  In his office watching C-SPAN, Caine lowered the croissant he’d been eating to his desk, then glanced circumspectly over at his secretary. When Deborah had come in with his coffee and pastries, he’d asked her to stay and take notes regarding the press conference, and she was now sitting on the sofa with her laptop, typing, her gaze fixed on the screen. Perhaps too intently. She’d passed a hand across her mouth a moment ago, briefly shielding it from sight. Had she found Sobel’s remarks amusing? he wondered. He would have liked to tear out her throat just on the suspicion. If his belief ever hardened into surety, she could look forward to her walking papers. He would see that she never set foot in an office again, not as an employee.

  Caine felt his stomach burning savagely. It was as if he were on fire inside.

  Those bastards, he thought incredulously. Those bastards. They should have been dead. Killed when Gordian tried to land that plane. The people he’d sent to work on it had assured him they would be. But somehow .. . somehow nothing had happened to them. And instead—

  Instead…

  He had to credit Gordian’s resourcefulness. By segmenting off entire divisions of UpLink, he would almost certainly gain the capital to dispose of his outstanding debts. By parting with the cryptographic operation, he had eliminated the greatest cause of his shareholders’ dissatisfaction, and no doubt raised the price of UpLink stock to its highest level in years. And by handing Sobel a chunk of the core outfit—making him White Knight and Squire all in one—he had forged an alliance that would decisively give him control of the company just when it had been within Caine’s grasp. In order to overthrow that alliance, or even mitigate its control, Caine—or any buyer of voting stock—would now need to acquire an improbable and newly expensive number of shares.

 

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