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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 187 из 267Stansfield had thought this next part through and was determined to get his way. He had the gift of all great tacticians. He could focus on the smallest detail and never lose sight of the overall picture. Over the last few days, he had seen a pattern developing. Like reconnaissance photos before a battle, he was beginning to see what the enemies' objectives were.
«Sir, I have decided that for your own good, I am going to keep you in the dark about what I know so far and what I think is going to happen over the next week or so.»
President Hayes looked miffed. «I'm not so sure I like that idea.»
«I knew you wouldn't, sir, but it's for your own good. If things go wrong, I want you to have complete deniability.»
«I'm afraid that will be impossible.»
«No it won't, sir. You will be able to blame me whole thing on me. I will have me documents prepared, and I will leave them in Irene's care.»
President Hayes was more man surprised. After staring at Stansfield for a while, he asked, «Why would you do that?»
«I am about to die, sir. It was I who counseled you to use me third option, and it is I who will take the blame if things don't work out.»
«I'm not so sure about this, Thomas.»
«I am, sir. I think things are going to get very ugly.»
«How ugly?»
Stansfield thought about his answer for a second.» Mitch has made some progress in finding who it was mat set him up in Germany.»
«And?»
«And I've given him orders to follow that trail as high as it goes.»
The president cleared his throat. «What are his orders once he finds them?»
«Deniability, Mr. President. You don't want me to answer that.»
Hayes leaned forward and in a whisper said, «Thomas, if this thing ends up at the feet of Charles Midleton, you can't just simply have Rapp kill him.»
«Sir, it is my sincere hope that this trail does not go that far.»
NINE BLOCKS AWAY from me White House, a taxi pulled into me drive of me Four Seasons Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue and 28th Street. A doorman dressed in black from head to toe opened me back door of me cab and extended a gloved white hand for the passenger. A woman with shimmering auburn hair emerged from the cab, and heads turned. It was difficult for Donatella Rahn to hide her beauty. She was wearing a simple black Armani pants suit. Nothing fancy, nothing too sexy; it was perfect for thirteen and a half hours of transatlantic travel. Donatella had left Milan shortly after noon. The eight-hour flight to New York 's JFK landed at 2:34 in the afternoon, local time.
«Sir, I have decided that for your own good, I am going to keep you in the dark about what I know so far and what I think is going to happen over the next week or so.»
President Hayes looked miffed. «I'm not so sure I like that idea.»
«I knew you wouldn't, sir, but it's for your own good. If things go wrong, I want you to have complete deniability.»
«I'm afraid that will be impossible.»
«No it won't, sir. You will be able to blame me whole thing on me. I will have me documents prepared, and I will leave them in Irene's care.»
President Hayes was more man surprised. After staring at Stansfield for a while, he asked, «Why would you do that?»
«I am about to die, sir. It was I who counseled you to use me third option, and it is I who will take the blame if things don't work out.»
«I'm not so sure about this, Thomas.»
«I am, sir. I think things are going to get very ugly.»
«How ugly?»
Stansfield thought about his answer for a second.» Mitch has made some progress in finding who it was mat set him up in Germany.»
«And?»
«And I've given him orders to follow that trail as high as it goes.»
The president cleared his throat. «What are his orders once he finds them?»
«Deniability, Mr. President. You don't want me to answer that.»
Hayes leaned forward and in a whisper said, «Thomas, if this thing ends up at the feet of Charles Midleton, you can't just simply have Rapp kill him.»
«Sir, it is my sincere hope that this trail does not go that far.»
NINE BLOCKS AWAY from me White House, a taxi pulled into me drive of me Four Seasons Hotel on Pennsylvania Avenue and 28th Street. A doorman dressed in black from head to toe opened me back door of me cab and extended a gloved white hand for the passenger. A woman with shimmering auburn hair emerged from the cab, and heads turned. It was difficult for Donatella Rahn to hide her beauty. She was wearing a simple black Armani pants suit. Nothing fancy, nothing too sexy; it was perfect for thirteen and a half hours of transatlantic travel. Donatella had left Milan shortly after noon. The eight-hour flight to New York 's JFK landed at 2:34 in the afternoon, local time.