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The 9mm Browning automatic had excellent sights。 Ryan centered them on the circular target and did what the Gunny said。 He did it right。 The flash and sound of the shot came almost as a surprise to him。 The automatic ejected the spent round and was ready to fire again as Jack brought the pistol down from recoil。 He repeated the procedure four more times。 The pistol locked open on the empty clip and Ryan set it down。 Next he took off the muff…type ear protectors。 His ears were sweaty。
〃Two nines； three tens； two of them in the X…ring。〃 Breckenridge stood away from the spotting scope。 〃Not as good as the last time。〃
〃My arm's tired；〃 Ryan explained。 The pistol weighed almost forty ounces。 It didn't seem like much weight until you had to hold it stone…steady at arm's length for an hour。
〃You can get some wrist weights you know； like joggers use。 It'll build up your forearm and wrist muscles。〃 Breckenridge slipped five rounds into the clip of Ryan's pistol and stepped to the line to aim at a fresh target。
The Sergeant Major fined all five in under three seconds。 Ryan looked in the spotting scope。 There were five holes within the target's X…ring； clustered like the petals on a flower。
〃Damn； I forgot how much fun a nice Browning could be。〃 He ejected the clip and reloaded。 〃The sights are right on； too。〃
〃I noticed；〃 Jack replied lamely。
〃Don't feel too bad； Lieutenant；〃 Breckenridge said。 〃I've been doin' this since you were in diapers。〃 Five more rounds and the center was effectively removed from the target； fifty feet away。
〃Why are we doing round targets anyway？〃 Jack asked。
〃I want you to get used to the idea of placing your shots exactly where you want them to go；〃 the Gunny explained。 〃We'll sweat the fancy stuff later。 For now we'll work on basic skills。 You look a little looser today。 Lieutenant。〃
〃Yeah； well； I talked to the FBI guy who originated the warning。 Now he says he might have overreacted maybe I did； too。〃
Breckenridge shrugged。 〃You never been in bat； Lieutenant。 I have。 One thing you learn： the first twitch you have is usually right。 Keep that in mind。〃
Jack nodded； not believing it。 He'd acplished much today。 His look at the ULA data told him a lot about the organization； but there was not the first inkling that they had ever operated at all in America。 The Provisional IRA had plenty of American connections； but no one believed that the ULA did。 Even if they planned to do something here； Ryan judged； they'd need the connections。 It was possible that O'Donnell might call on some of his previous PIRA friends； but that seemed most unlikely。 He was a dangerous man； but only on his own turf。 And America wasn't his turf。 That's what the data said。 Jack knew that this was too broad a conclusion to base on one day's work； of course。 He'd keep looking it seemed that his investigation would last two or three weeks； the way he was going。 If nothing else； he wanted to look into the relationship between O'Donnell and the Proves。 He did have a feeling that something odd was going on； just as Murray evidently did； and he wanted to examine the data fully； in the hope of ing up with a plausible theory。 He owed CIA something for its courtesy。
The storm was magnificent。 Miller and O'Donnell stood by the leaded…glass windows and watched as the Atlantic gale beat the sea to foaming waves that slammed against the base of the cliff on which the house stood。 The crash of the breaking waves provided the bass notes； while the wind howled and whistled through the trees and raindrops beat their tattoo against the house itself。
〃Not a day to be sailing； Sean；〃 O'Donnell said as he sipped at a whiskey。
〃When do our colleagues go to America？〃
〃Three weeks。 Not much time。 Do you still want to do it？〃 The chief of the ULA thought the timing marginal for what Sean planned。
〃This is not an opportunity to be missed； Kevin；〃 Miller answered evenly。
〃Do you have another motive？〃 O'Donnell asked。 Better to get it in the open； he decided。
〃Consider the ramifications。 The Provisionals go over to proclaim their innocence and 〃
〃Yes； I know。 It is a fine opportunity。 Very well。 When do you want to leave？〃
〃Wednesday morning。 We must move quickly。 Even with our contacts； it won't be easy。〃
Chapter 13 Visitors
The two men hunched over the blow…up of the map； flanked by several eight…by…ten photographs。
〃This is going to be the hard one；〃 Alex said。 〃This one I can't help you with。〃
〃What's the problem？〃 Scan could see it； but by asking the question he could also gauge the skill of his new associate。 He'd never worked with a black before； and though he'd met Alex and members of his group the year before； both were unknown quantities； at least in an operational sense。
〃He always es out by Gate Three； here。 This street； as you see； is a dead end。 He has to go straight west or turn north ing out。 He has done both。 This street here is wide enough to do the job from a car； but this one too narrow； and it leads the wrong way。 That means the only sure spot is right here； at the corner。 Traffic lights here and here。〃 Alex pointed。 〃Both these streets are narrow and always have cars parked on both sides。 This building is apartments。 These are houses expensive ones。 There isn't much pedestrian traffic here； oddly enough。 One man can probably get by。 Two or more； uh…uh。〃 He shook his head。 〃And it's a white area。 A black man would be conspicuous。 Your guy has to wing this one alone； pal； and he's gotta be on foot。 Probably inside this door is the best place； but he'll have to be on his toes or the target will get away。〃
〃How does he get out？〃 Sean asked。
〃I can park a car around this corner； or this one。 Timing for that is not a concern。 We can wait all day for the right slot。 We have a choice of escape routes。 That's no problem either。 At rush hour the streets are crowded。 That actually works for us。 The cops will have trouble responding； and we can use a car that looks ordinary； like a state…owned one。 They can't stop all of them。 Getaway is easy。 The problem is your man。 He has to be right here。〃
〃Why not catch him in his car at a different place？〃
Alex shook his head。 〃Too hard。 The roads are too crowded to be sure； and it'd be too easy to lose him。 You've seen the traffic； Sean； and he never goes exactly the same way twice。 If you want my opinion； you should split the operation； do it one part at a time。〃
〃No。〃 Miller was adamant。 〃We'll do it the way I want。〃
〃Okay； man； but I'm telling you； this man is exposed。〃
Miller thought that one over for a moment。 Finally he smiled。 〃I have just the right man for it。
〃The other part？〃
Alex switched maps。 〃Easy。 The target can take any route at all； but they all e to this place here at exactly four forty…five。 We've checked six days in the past two weeks； never been off by more than five minutes。 We'll do the job right along here； close to the bridge。 Anybody could handle this one。 We can even rehearse it for you。〃
〃When？〃
〃This afternoon good enough？〃 Alex smiled。
〃Indeed。 Escape route？〃
〃We'll show you。 We might as well make it a real rehearsal。〃
〃Excellent。〃 Miller was well pleased。 Getting here had been plicated enough。 Not difficult； just plicated； involving six separate flights。 It hadn't been without humor； though。 Sean Miller was traveling on a British passport at the moment； and the immigration clerk at Miami had taken his Belfast accent for Scottish。 It hadn't occurred to him that to an American ear there isn't much difference between a brogue and a burr。 If that's the skill level in American law…enforcement officials； Miller told himself； this op should go easily enough。
They'd do the run…through today。 If it looked good he'd summon the team； and they'd go in 。 。 。 four days； he judged。 The weapons were already in place。
〃Conclusions？〃 Cantor asked。
Ryan picked up a sixty…page sheaf of paper。 〃Here's my analysis； for what it's worth not much；〃 Jack admitted。 〃I didn't turn up anything new。 The reports you already have are pretty good； given the lack of real evidence to go on。 The ULA is a really kinky bunch。 On one hand their operations don't seem to have a real purpose that we can discern but this kind of skill 。 。 。 They're too professional to be operating without an objective； dammit！〃
〃True enough；〃 Cantor said。 They were in his office； across the hall from the DDI's。 Admiral Greer was out of town。 〃You e up with anything at all？〃
〃I've mapped their operations geographically and against time。 No pattern there that I can see。 The only visible pattern is in the type of operation； and the execution； but that doesn't mean anything。 They like high…profile targets； but hell； what terrorist doesn't？ That's the whole point of being a terrorist； going after the really big game； right？ They mostly use East Bloc weapons； but most of the groups do。 We infer that they're well financed。 That's logical； given the nature of their activity； but again there isn't any substantive evidence to confirm it。
〃O'Donnell has a real talent for dropping out of sight； both personally and professionally。 There are three whole years we can't account for； one before he turned up around the time of Bloody Sunday and two years after the Proves tried to punch his ticket。 They're both plete blanks。 I talked to my wife about the plastic surgery angle
〃What？〃 Cantor didn't react favorably to that。
〃She doesn't know why I wanted the information。 Give me a break； Marty。 I'm married to a surgeon； remember？ One of her classmates is a reconstructive surgeon； and I had Cathy ask her where you can get a new face。 Not many places that can really do it I was surprised。 I have a list of where they are in here。 Two are behind the Curtain。 It turns out that some of the real pioneering work was done in Moscow before World War Two。 Hopkins people have been to the institute it's named for the guy； but I can't recall the name and they found a few odd things about the place。〃
〃Like what？〃 Cantor asked。 〃Like two floors that you can't get onto。 Annette DiSalvi Cathy's classmate was there two years ago。 The top two floors of the place can be reached only by special elevators； and the stairways have barred gates。 Odd sort of thing for a hospital。 I thought that was a funny bit of information。 Maybe it'll be useful to somebody else。〃
Cantor nodded。 He knew something about this particular clinic； but the closed floors were something new。 It was amazing； he thought； how new bits of data could turn up so innocently。 He also wondered why a surgical team from Johns Hopkins had been allowed into the place。 He made a mental note to check that out。
〃Cathy says this 'getting a new face' thing isn't what it's cracked up to be。 Most of the work is designed to correct damage from trauma car accidents and things like that。 The job isn't so much to change as to repair。 There is a lot of cosmetic work I mean aside from nose jobs and face…lifts but that you can acplish almost as well with a new hair style and a beard。 They can change chins and cheekbones pretty well； but if the work is too extensive it leaves scars。 This place in Moscow is good； Annette says； almost as good as Hopkins or even UCLA。 A lot of the best reconstructive surgeons are in California；〃 Jack explained。 〃Anyway； we're not talking a face…lift or a nose job here。 Extensive facial surgery involves multiple procedures and takes several months。 If O'Donnell was gone for two years； a lot of the time was spent in the body shop。〃
〃Oh。〃 Cantor got the point。 〃He really is a fast worker； then？〃
Jack grinned。 〃That's what I was really after。 He was out of sight for two years。 At least six months of that time must have been spent in some hospital or other。 So in the other eighteen months； he recruited his people； set up a base of operations； started collecting operational intelligence； and ran his first op。〃
〃Not bad；〃 Cantor said thoughtfully。
〃Yeah。 So he had to have recruited people from in the Proves。 They must have brought some stuff with them； too。 I'll bet that his initial operations were things the PIRA had already loo