tc.redrabbit-第75节

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　　　〃Did　he　say　who？〃
　　　〃Not　until　he　breathes　free　air。　But　there　is　good　news。　His　wife　is　a　classical　music　buff。　We　need　to　find　a　good　conductor　in　Hungary。〃
　　　〃Hungary？〃
　　　〃I　was　thinking　last　night。　Best　place　to　get　him　out　from。　That's　Jimmy　Szell's　station；　isn't　it？〃
　　　〃Yeah。〃　They　both　knew　Szell　from　time　at　The　Farm；　CIA's　training　installation　in　Tidewater；　Virginia；　off　Interstate　64；　a　few　miles　from　Colonial　Williamsburg。　〃I　always　thought　he　deserved　something　bigger。〃　Ed　took　a　second　to　think。　〃So；　out　of　Hungary　via　Yugoslavia；　you're　thinking？〃
　　　〃I　always　knew　you　were　smart。〃
　　　〃Okay。。。〃　His　eyes　fixed　on　a　blank　part　of　the　wall　while　his　brain　went　to　work。　〃Okay；　we　can　make　that　work。〃
　　　〃Your　flag　signal's　a　red　tie　on　the　metro。　Then　he　slips　you　the　meeting　arrangement；　we　do　that；　and　the　Rabbit　skips　out　of　town；　along　with　Mrs。　Rabbit　and　the　Bunny…oh；　you'll　love　this；　he　already　calls　his　daughter　zaichik。〃
　　　〃Flopsy；　Mopsy；　and　Cotton…tail？〃　Ed　exercised　his　sense　of　humor。
　　　〃I　like　that。　Call　it　Operation　BEATRIX；〃　she　suggested。　Both　of　them　had　read　Mrs。　Potter's　Peter　Rabbit　as　kids。　Who　hadn't？
　　　〃The　problem's　going　to　be　getting　Langley's　approval。　If　we　can't　use　normal　m　channels；　coordinating　everything　is　going　to　be　a　major　pain　in　the　ass。〃
　　　〃They　never　told　us　at　The　Farm　that　this　job　was　easy。　So　remember　what　John　Clark　told　us。　Be　flexible。〃
　　　〃Yeah；　like　linguine。〃　He　let　out　a　long　breath。　〃With　the　munications　limitations；　it　essentially　means　we　plan　it　and　run　it　out　of　this　office；　with　no　help　from　the　Home　Office。〃
　　　〃Ed；　that's　the　way　it's　supposed　to　be　anyway。　All　Langley　does　is　tell　us　we　can't　do　what　we　want　to　do〃…which　was；　after　all；　the　function　of　every　home　office　in　every　business　in　the　world。
　　　〃Whose　ms　can　we　trust？〃
　　　〃The　Rabbit　says　the　Brits　just　set　up　a　new　system　they　can't　crack…yet；　anyway。　Do　we　have　any　one…time　pads　left　here？〃
　　　The　COS　shook　his　head。　〃Not　that　I　know　of。〃　Foley　lifted　his　phone　and　punched　the　right　numbers。　〃Mike？　You're　in　today？　Want　to　e　over　here？　Thanks。〃
　　　Russell　arrived　in　a　couple　minutes。　〃Hey；　Ed…hello；　Mary。　What　are　you　doing　in　the　shop　today？〃
　　　〃Got　a　question。〃
　　　〃Okay。〃
　　　〃Got　any　one…timers　left？〃
　　　〃Why　do　you　ask？〃
　　　〃We　just　like　the　extra　security；〃　she　replied。　The　studiedly　casual　reply　didn't　work。
　　　〃You　telling　me　my　systems　aren't　secure？〃　Russell　asked　in　well…hidden　alarm。
　　　〃There　is　reason　to　believe　some　of　our　encryption　systems　are　not　fully　secure；　Mike；〃　Ed　told　the　embassy　munications　Officer。
　　　〃Shit；〃　he　breathed；　then　turned　with　some　embarrassment。　〃Oh；　sorry；　Mary。〃
　　　She　smiled。　〃It's　okay；　Mike。　I　don't　know　what　the　word　means；　but　I've　heard　it　spoken　before。〃　The　joke　didn't　quite　get　to　Russell。　The　previous　revelation　was　too　earthshaking　for　him　to　see　much　humor　at　the　moment。
　　　〃What　can　you　tell　me　about　that？〃
　　　〃Not　a　thing；　Mike；〃　the　Station　Chief　said。
　　　〃But　you　think　it's　solid？〃
　　　〃Regrettably；　yes。〃
　　　〃Okay；　back　in　my　safe　I　do　have　a　few　old　pads；　eight　or　nine　years　old。　I　never　got　rid　of　them…you　just　never　know；　y'know？〃
　　　〃Michael；　you're　a　good　man。〃　Ed　nodded　his　approval。
　　　〃They're　good　for　maybe　ten　dispatches　of　about　a　hundred　words　each…assuming　they　still　have　matching　pads　at　Fort　Meade；　but　the　guys　I　report　to　don't　throw　much　away。　They　will　have　to　dig　them　out　of　some　file　drawer；　though。〃
　　　〃How　hard　to　use　them？〃
　　　〃I　hate　the　goddamned　things。　You　know　why。　Damn　it；　guys；　the　new　STRIPE　cipher　is　just　a　year　old。　The　new　Brit　system　is　an　adaptation　of　it。　I　know　the　team　in　Z…Division　who　developed　it。　I'm　talking　128…bit　keying；　plus　a　daily　key　that's　unique　to　the　individual　machines。　No　way　in　hell　you　can　crack　that。〃
　　　〃Unless　they　have　an　agent…in…place　at　Fort　Meade；　Mike；〃　Ed　pointed　out。
　　　〃Then　let　me　get　my　hands　on　him；　and　I'll　skin　the　motherfucker　alive　with　my　Buck　hunting　knife。〃　The　very　thought　had　jacked　up　his　blood　pressure　enough　that　he　didn't　apologize　to　the　lady　present　for　his　vulgarity。　This　black　man　had　killed　and　skinned　his　share　of　white…tailed　deer；　but　he　still　had　a　hankering　to　convert　a　bear　into　a　rug；　and　a　big　ol'　Russian　brown　bear　would　suit　him　just　fine。　〃Okay；　I　can't　tell　The　Fort　about　this？〃
　　　〃Not　with　STRIPE　you　can't；〃　Foley　answered。
　　　〃Well；　when　you　hear　a　big；　angry　shout　from　the　West；　you'll　know　what　it　is。〃
　　　〃Better　you　don't　discuss　this　with　anybody　right　now；　Mike；〃　Mary　Pat　thought　out　loud。　〃They'll　find　out　soon　enough　through　other　channels。〃
　　　That　told　Russell　that　the　Rabbit　signal　he'd　dispatched　the　other　day　was　about　somebody　they　wanted　to　get　out　in　a　hurry；　and　now　he　figured　he　knew　why。　Their　Rabbit　was　a　munications　specialist；　and　damned　sure　when　you　got　one　of　those；　you　got　him　the　hell　on　the　first　train　out　of　Dodge。　Soon　enough　meant　right　the　hell　now；　or　as　close　to　it　as　you　could　arrange。
　　　〃Okay；　get　me　your　signal。　I'll　encrypt　it　on　my　STRIPE　machine　and　then　one…time…pad　it。　If　they're　reading　my　signals〃…he　managed　not　to　shudder…〃will　that　tell　them　anything？〃
　　　〃You　tell　me；〃　Ed　Foley　replied。
　　　Russell　thought　for　a　moment；　then　shook　his　head。　〃No；　it　shouldn't。　Even　when　you　can　crack　the　other　guy's　systems；　you　never　get　more　than　a　third　of　the　traffic。　The　systems　are　too　plex　for　that…unless　the　other　guy's　agent…in…place　is　reading　the　cleartext　on　the　far　end。　Ain't　no　defense　against　that；　least　not　from　my　point　of　view。〃
　　　And　that　was　the　other　very　scary　thought。　It　was；　after　all；　the　same　game　they　played　and　the　same　objective　they　were　constantly　trying　to　achieve。　Get　a　guy　all　the　way　inside　who　could　get　the　all…the…way…inside　information　back　out。　Like　their　agent　CARDINAL；　a　word　they　never　spoke　aloud。　But　that　was　the　game　they'd　chosen　and；　while　they　knew　the　other　side　was　pretty　good；　they　figured　that　they　were　better。　And　that　was　the　name　of　that　tune。
　　　〃Okay；　Mike。　Our　friend　believes　in　one…time　pads。　I　guess　everybody　does。〃
　　　〃Ivan　sure　as　hell　does；　but　it　must　drive　their　troops　crazy；　having　to　go　through　every　signal　one　letter　at　a　time。〃
　　　〃Ever　work　the　penetration　side？〃　Ed　Foley　asked　him。
　　　Russell　shook　his　head　at　once。　〃Not　smart　enough。　Good　thing；　too。　A　lot　of　those　guys　end　up　in　rubber　rooms　cutting　out　paper　dolls　with　blunted　scissors。　Hey；　I　know　a　lot　of　the　guys　in　Z…Division。　The　boss　guy　there　just　turned　down　the　chair　in　math　at　Cal　Tech。　He's　pretty　smart；〃　Russell　estimated。　〃Damned　sight　smarter　than　I'll　ever　be。　Ed　Popadopolous's…his　name　is　Greek…father　used　to　run　a　restaurant　up　in　Boston。　Ask　me　if　I　want　his　job。〃
　　　〃No；　eh？〃
　　　〃Not　even　if　they　threw　in　Pat　Cleveland　as　a　fringe　benefit。〃　And　that　was　one　fine…looking　lady；　Ed　Foley　knew。　Mike　Russell　really　did　need　a　woman　in　his　life。。。
　　　〃Okay；　I'll　get　you　a　dispatch　in　about　an　hour。　Okay？〃
　　　〃Cool。〃　Russell　headed　out。
　　　〃Well；　I　think　we　rattled　his　cage　pretty　hard；〃　MP　thought　aloud。
　　　〃Admiral　Bennett　at　Fort　Meade　ain't　going　to　be　real　happy　either。　I　got　a　signal　to　draft。〃
　　　〃Okay；　I'll　see　how　Eddie's　doing　with　his　crayons。〃　And　Mary　Patricia　Kaminsky　Foley　took　her　leave　as　well。
　　　Judge　Arthur　moore's　morning　briefing　normally　happened　at　7：30　in　the　morning；　except　on　Sunday；　when　he　slept　late；　and　so　it　took　place　at　9：00。　His　wife　even　recognized　the　knock　of　the　National　Intelligence　Officer　who　delivered　the　daily　intelligence　news；　always　in　the　private　study　of　his　Great　Falls　house；　which　was　swept　weekly　by　the　Agency's　best　debugging　expert。
　　　The　world　had　been　relatively　quiet　the　previous　day…even　munists　liked　to　relax　on　weekends；　he'd　learned　on　taking　the　job。
　　　〃Anything　else；　Tommy？〃　the　Judge　asked。
　　　〃Some　bad　news　from　Budapest；〃　the　NIO　answered。　〃Our　Station　Chief；　James　Szell；　got　burned　by　the　opposition　making　a　pickup。　Details　unknown；　but　he　got　himself　PNG'd　by　the　Hungarian　government。　His　principal　deputy；　Robert　Taylor；　is　out　of　the　country　on　personal　business。　So　Station　Budapest　is　out　of　business　for　the　moment。〃
　　　〃How　bad　is　that？〃　Not　too　bad；　the　DCI　thought。
　　　〃Not　a　major　tragedy。　Nothing　much　seems　to　happen　in　Hungary。　Their　military　is　pretty　much　a　minor　player　in　the　Warsaw　Pact；　and　their　foreign　policy；　aside　from　the　things　they　do　in　their　immediate　neighborhood；　is　just　a　mirror　image　of　Moscow's。　The　station's　been　passing　us　a　fair　amount　of　military　information；　but　the　Pentagon　doesn't　worry　too　much　about　it。　Their　army　doesn't　train　enough　to　be　a　threat　to　much　of　anybody；　and　the　Soviets　regard　them　as　unreliable；〃　the　NIO　concluded。
　　　〃Is　Szell　somebody　to　screw　up？〃　Moore　asked。　He　vaguely　remembered　meeting　the　guy　at　an　Agency　get…together。
　　　〃Actually；　Jimmy　is　well　regarded。　As　I　said；　sir；　we　don't　have　any　details　yet。　He'll　probably　be　home　by　the　end　of　the　week。〃
　　　〃Okay。　That　does　it？〃
　　　〃Yes；　sir。〃
　　　〃Nothing　new　on　the　Pope？〃
　　　〃Not　a　word；　sir；　but　it'll　take　time　for　our　people　to　shake　all　their　trees。〃
　　　〃That's　what　Ritter　says。〃
　　　It　took　foley　almost　an　hour　to　write　up　his