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e； Anna…Maria； was reputed to be a dazzling cook。 In any case； Falcone had bested him by one point in a fifty…round shootoff。 And John had practiced for a week before this grudge match。
〃Ettore； where the hell did you learn to shoot？〃 RAINBOW SIX demanded。
〃At the police academy； General Clark。 I never fired a gun before that； but I had a good instructor； and I learned well；〃 the sergeant said； with a friendly smile。 He wasn't the least bit arrogant about his talent； and somehow that just made it worse。
〃Yeah； I suppose。〃 Clark zippered his pistol into the carrying case and walked away from the firing line。
〃You； too； sir？〃 Dave Woods； the rangemaster； said； as Clark made for the door。
〃So I'm not the only one？〃 RAINBOW SIX asked。
Woods looked up from his sandwich。 〃Bloody hell； that lad's got a fookin' letter of credit at the Green Dragon from besting me！〃 he announced。 And Sergeant…Major Woods really had taught Wyatt Earp everything he knew。 And at the SAS/RAINBOW pub he'd probably taught the new boy how to drink English bitter。 Beating Falcone would not be easy。 There just wasn't much room to take a guy who often as not shot a 〃possible；〃 or perfect score。
〃Well； Sergeant…Major； then I guess I'm in good pany。〃 Clark punched him on the shoulder as he headed out the door； shaking his head。 Behind him； Falcone was firing another string。 He evidently liked being Number One； and practiced hard to stay there。 It had been a long time since anyone had bested him on a shooting range。 John didn't like it； but fair was fair； and Falcone had won within the rules。
Was it just one more sign that he was slowing down？ He wasn't running as fast as the younger troops at RAINBOW； of course； and that bothered him； too。 John Clark wasn't ready to be old yet。 He wasn't ready to be a grandfather either； but he had little choice in that。 His daughter and Ding had presented him with a grandson； and he couldn't exactly ask that they take him back。 He was keeping his weight down； though that often required； as it had today； skipping lunch in favor of losing five paper…pounds at the pistol range。
〃Well； how did it go； John？〃 Alistair Stanley asked； as Clark entered the office building。
〃The kid's real good； Al；〃 John replied； as he put his pistol in the desk drawer。
〃Indeed。 He won five pounds off me last week。〃
A grunt。 〃I guess that makes it unanimous。〃 John settled in his swivel chair； like the 〃suit〃 he'd bee。 〃Okay； anything e in while I was off losing money？〃
〃Just this from Moscow。 Ought not to have e here anyway；〃 Stanley told his boss； as he handed over the fax。
〃They want what？〃 Ed Foley asked in his seventh…floor office。
〃They want us to help train some of their people；〃 Mary Pat repeated for her husband。 The original message had been crazy enough to require repetition。
〃Jesus； girl； how ecumenical are we supposed to get？〃 the DCI demanded。
〃Sergey Nikolay'ch thinks we owe him one。 And you know。。。〃
He had to nod at that。 〃Yeah； well； maybe we do； I guess。 This has to go up the line； though。〃
〃It ought to give Jack a chuckle；〃 the Deputy Director （Operations） thought。
Shit；〃 Ryan said in the Oval Office； when Ellen Sumter handed him the fax from Langley。 Then he looked up。 〃Oh； excuse me； Ellen。〃
She smiled like a mother to a precocious son。 〃Yes； Mr。 President。〃
〃Got one I can。。。
Mrs。 Sumter had taken to wearing dresses with large slash pockets。 From the left one； she fished out a flip…top box of Virginia Slims and offered it to her President； who took one out and lit it from the butane lighter also tucked in the box。
〃Well； ain't this something？〃
〃You know this man； don't you？〃 Mrs。 Sumter asked。
〃Golovko？ Yeah。〃 Ryan smiled crookedly； again remembering the pistol in his face as the VC… 137 THUNDERed down the runway at Moscow's Sheremetyevo airport all those years before。 He could smile now。 At the time； it hadn't seemed all that funny。 〃Oh； yeah； Sergey and I are old friends。〃
As a Presidential secretary； Ellen Sumter was cleared for just about everything； even the fact that President Ryan bummed the occasional smoke； but there were some things she didn't and would never know。 She was smart enough to have curiosity； but also smart enough not to ask。
〃If you say so； Mr。 President。〃
〃Thanks； Ellen。〃 Ryan sat back down in his chair and took a long puff on the slender cigarette。 Why was it that stress of any sort made him gravitate back to these damned things that made him cough？ The good news was that they also made him dizzy。 So； that meant he wasn't a smoker not really； POTUS told himself。 He read over the fax again。 It had two pages。 One was the original fax from Sergey Nikolay'ch to Langley…unsurprisingly； he had Mary Pat's direct fax line； and wanted to show off that fact…and the second was the remendation from Edward Foley； his CIA director。
For all the official baggage； it was pretty simple stuff。 Golovko didn't even have to explain why America had to accede to his request。 The Foleys and Jack Ryan would know that KGB had assisted the CIA and the American government in two very sensitive and important missions； and the fact that both of them had also served Russian interests was beside the point。 Thus Ryan had no alternative。 He lifted the phone and punched a speed…dial button。
〃Foley；〃 the male voice at the other end said。
〃Ryan；〃 Jack said in turn。 He then heard the guy at the other end sit up straighter in his chair。 〃Got the fax。〃
〃And？〃 the DCI asked。
〃And what the hell else can we do？〃
〃I agree。〃 Foley could have said that he personally liked Sergey Golovko。 Ryan did； too； as he knew。 But this wasn't about like or don't…like。 They were making government policy here； and that was bigger than personal factors。 Russia had helped the United States of America； and now Russia was asking the United States of America for help in return。 In the regular intercourse among nations； such requests； if they had precedents； had to be granted。 The principle was the same as lending your neighbor a rake after he had lent you a hose the previous day； just that at this level； people occasionally got killed from such favors。 〃You handle it or do I？〃
〃The request came to Langley。 You do the reply。 Find out what the parameters are。 We don't want to promise RAINBOW； do we？〃
〃No； Jack； but there's not much chance of that。 Europe's quieted down quite a bit。 The RAINBOW troopers are mainly exercising and punching holes in paper。 That news story that ran…well； we might actually want to thank the putz who broke it。〃 The DCI rarely said anything favorable about the press。 And in this case some government puke had talked far too much about something he knew； but the net effect of the story had had the desired effect； even though the press account had been replete with errors； which was hardly surprising。 But some of the errors had made RAINBOW appear quite superhuman； which appealed to their egos and gave their potential enemies pause。 And so； terrorism in Europe had slowed down to a crawl after its brief （and somewhat artificial； they knew now） rebirth。 The Men of Black were just too scary to mess with。 Muggers； after all； went after the lit