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Henry squared off in front of Jake。 〃I'm not stupid enough to try to run my own private navy； Captain。 CNO knows exactly what I'm doing。 So does SECNAV and SECDEF。 But you sure as hell didn't get it all in this little conversation。〃
〃Admiral； I'11 lay it on the tine for you。 I'm not going to do anything illegal or tell even one solitary little lie。 I'm not a very good liar。〃
Admiral Henry grinned。 〃You just haven't had the experience it takes。 I've been single for ten years； so I've done a good bit of it。 Seriously； all I want you to do is play it straight。 Do your job for NAVAIR。 Just keep it under your hat that we have an active system we're going to put into this bird。 Roger will tell you the same。〃
〃How many people know about this active system？〃
〃Here in Washington？ Eight now。 The Secretary of the Navy； CNO； SECDEF。 NAVAIR； OP…50…which is Rear Admiral Costello…me； you and Helmut Fritsche。 And let's keep it that way for a while。〃
〃Have you tested this system？ Does it work？〃
Henry made a face。 〃Fritsche's seen it work on a teat bench。 Your first job； after you look at the prototypes； is to put part of it into an A…6 and test it on the ground and in flight。〃
Jake eyed the older man。 He had this sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach。 There was a hell of a lot he wasn't being told。 〃So how do you know Fritsche？〃
〃He was a professor at Caltech when I was there for a master's。 We became good friends。 He did some consulting work for the inventor on some theoretical problems。 He saw what the guy had and came to roe。 That was three years ago。 It was coincidence that there was a deputy project manager job opening in the ATA program。 I talked Fritsche into taking it。 He wants to be a part of Athena。 The theoretical problems intrigue him。〃
〃You said you didn't know all the players。〃
Henry took this opportunity to look around again。 〃Yeah。 I don't。 Your predecessor； Harold Strong？ Great guy； knew naval aviation from catapult to tailhook； everything there is to know； but he wasn't a politician； not a diplomat。 He was a blunt； brilliant； take…no…prisoners kind of guy。 Somebody killed him。〃
〃Why？〃
〃I wish I knew。〃 Henry described how he personally drove to West Virginia on Saturday morning after the Friday…night automobile accident。 He summarized the conversation he had had with the West Virginia state trooper who investigated the accident。 The trooper had served four years in the marine corps and by a stroke of fortune Henry bad been in uniform。 The trooper had been good； he knew murder when he saw it。 He had taken the admiral to see the local prosecuting attorney； who had been splitting firewood in his backyard when the two of them arrived in the police cruiser。 After two hours of talking； Henry induced the prosecutor and the trooper to agree to a wording of the accident report that did not mention homicide and yet would not preclude a homicide prosecution if the identity of the murderer could ever be established。
〃My theory〃…Henry shrugged…〃I got no evidence； you understand…my theory is Harold found out something； teamed something somebody didn't want him to know…so he got rubbed out。〃
The navy Ford pulled up to the curb； but Henry put a hand on Jake's arm。 〃This is big； Jake。 Real big。 You don't understand how big。 The Russians will figure out we're going to do something different and wonderful with the A…12 and they'll pull out all the stops to get Athena。 And five billion dollars in development money is on the line； plus twenty to thirty billion in production money…that much shit will draw every blowfly and bloodsucker in the country。 A lot of these people would kill for this technology。〃
〃Maybe someone already has。〃
〃Just don't trust anybody。〃
〃I've figured that out； sir。 I think there's a hell of a lot here you haven't told me。 So I don't trust you。〃
Henry threw back his head and guffawed。 〃I knew you were the right man for this job。〃 He became instantly serious。 〃I don't give a damn whether you trust me or not。 Just do your job and keep your mouth shut and we'll get the navy a good airplane。〃
〃By the way； did Strong know about the active system？〃
〃Yes。〃
The admiral's driver dropped Jake at his office building。 One of the few benefits of working a black program was that he could e to work in civilian clothes。
Vice Admiral Dunedin was finishing a conference； so Jake visited with Mrs。 Forsythe。 In fifteen minutes the door opened and people streamed out； in a hurry。
〃Good morning； Admiral；〃 Jake said。
〃How'd your talk go with Admiral Henry？〃
〃Very well； sir。〃
〃Don't lie to me； Captain。 I'm your boss。〃
〃Yessir。〃 Jake found a seat and looked straight at the blue…eyed Scotsman behind the desk。 〃He told me what he wanted me to know and that was that。〃
〃How long you been in the navy？〃
Long enough to know how to take orders； Jake thought。 〃Yessir。〃
〃Let's talk about the A…12。 It's now your baby。〃
An hour later the admiral rose from his chair。 〃Let's go meet the crew。〃
Jake mentioned to the admiral that he had been looking at the personnel folders。 〃Lieutenant Moravia。 She's got platinum credentials but no experience。 How'd she get on the team？〃
〃Strong wanted her。 He was down at Pax River when she went through as a student。 He said she's one of a kind。 Since he was a test pilot himself； I figured he had the experience even if she didn't； so I said okay。〃
〃I'm not a test pilot；〃 Jake said。
〃I know。 These people work for you。 If you want someone else； just say so。 That goes for any of them； except for Fritsche。 If they stay it's because you think they can do the job and you trust them。〃
〃I read you loud and clear； sir。〃
〃Anybody doesn't pull his weight； or you get goosey about any of them； I'll have them sitting on the ice cap in the Antarctic so quick they wont have time to pack their long Johns。〃
The office in Crystal City where the A…12 program team worked was a square space with twenty metal desks jammed in。 Five…drawer filing cabinets with bination locks on the drawers had been arranged to divide the room into work areas。 The scarred tops and askew drawers of the desks proclaimed them veterans of other offices； other bureaucratic struggles now forgotten。 Office equipment was scattered all over the room： a dozen puter terminals； four printers； a copy machine； a paper shredder； and a fax machine linked to an encryption device。 Jake's office would be one of the two small private offices。 These two small offices each had an outside window and a blackboard； plus the usual filing cabinets with bination locks on the drawers。
But the security…wow！ There were two entry doors； each with cipher locks； and a closed…circuit television that monitored the dead space between the doors。 An armed security team was on duty inside twenty…four hours a day。 Their business was to check each person entering the space against a master list and log them in and out。 The windows had the music sound vibrators and could not be opened。 The shades were permanently closed。 The fire extinguisher system in the ceiling had plastic cutouts installed in the pipes so that they would not conduct sound。
〃Every sheet of paper is numbered and accounted for；〃