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The Third Option :: Flynn Vince
Страница: 226 из 267There is plenty of work for someone with your skills.»
Oh God, Rapp thought to himself. They're doing it to me. «Sir, you possess many skills that I do not.»
«I don't believe that.»
«Well, it's true. I could never last at headquarters. I don't have the patience to put up with all the crap.»
«It's not as bad as you think, and besides, you'll adapt. You always have.»
«I don't want to learn. I'm a field man, sir.»
Stansfield held his hands up in a temporary show of surrender. «We don't need to discuss this right now: All I ask is that before you make a final decision, you give me a chance to talk to you about a few things.»
Rapp wanted to be firm. He wanted to say no. He desperately wanted to tell them there was no way in hell he would go to work at Langley, but looking at the old man, a mail he had idolized for a decade, he couldn't do it. He couldn't tell the old spymaster no.
«Will you please promise me that you will give me one last audience? There are things we need to discuss before you make your final decision.»
Slowly, Rapp let out a deep, pained breath and gave in. Stansfield returned Rapp's acceptance with a rare smile just as Rapp's phone started to ring. He checked the caller ID and then answered the phone. «What's up?»
«I think we have him.» It was Scott Coleman.
Rapp looked up, his eyes wide. «Talk to me.»
«His name is Peter Cameron. I'm not positive, but I drink it's him. When we saw him in Colorado, he had a beard, and he didn't have one in any of the photos we've seen.»
«Who is he?»
«He worked for the Agency from 'seventy-four to 'ninety- eight in the Office of Security. He did it all. He administered polygraphs, personal protection, debugging offices, you name it. His last couple of years he ran the show.»
«He watched the watchers.»
«Yep.»
Rapp cringed at the thought of how much information someone in that position had access to. «Where can we find him?»
«He has an apartment in Georgetown.»
«Where?» Coleman gave Rapp the address, and Rapp asked, «How quickly can you guys be there?»
«Twenty minutes.»
«All right. Fax me a photo, and then meet me at the Safeway on Wisconsin. And bring the van and Marcus, and tell Marcus to keep this quiet. I don't want anyone at Langley to know what we're up to.»
«I'll see you in twenty.»
Putting his phone away, Rapp looked at Kennedy and Stansfield.
Oh God, Rapp thought to himself. They're doing it to me. «Sir, you possess many skills that I do not.»
«I don't believe that.»
«Well, it's true. I could never last at headquarters. I don't have the patience to put up with all the crap.»
«It's not as bad as you think, and besides, you'll adapt. You always have.»
«I don't want to learn. I'm a field man, sir.»
Stansfield held his hands up in a temporary show of surrender. «We don't need to discuss this right now: All I ask is that before you make a final decision, you give me a chance to talk to you about a few things.»
Rapp wanted to be firm. He wanted to say no. He desperately wanted to tell them there was no way in hell he would go to work at Langley, but looking at the old man, a mail he had idolized for a decade, he couldn't do it. He couldn't tell the old spymaster no.
«Will you please promise me that you will give me one last audience? There are things we need to discuss before you make your final decision.»
Slowly, Rapp let out a deep, pained breath and gave in. Stansfield returned Rapp's acceptance with a rare smile just as Rapp's phone started to ring. He checked the caller ID and then answered the phone. «What's up?»
«I think we have him.» It was Scott Coleman.
Rapp looked up, his eyes wide. «Talk to me.»
«His name is Peter Cameron. I'm not positive, but I drink it's him. When we saw him in Colorado, he had a beard, and he didn't have one in any of the photos we've seen.»
«Who is he?»
«He worked for the Agency from 'seventy-four to 'ninety- eight in the Office of Security. He did it all. He administered polygraphs, personal protection, debugging offices, you name it. His last couple of years he ran the show.»
«He watched the watchers.»
«Yep.»
Rapp cringed at the thought of how much information someone in that position had access to. «Where can we find him?»
«He has an apartment in Georgetown.»
«Where?» Coleman gave Rapp the address, and Rapp asked, «How quickly can you guys be there?»
«Twenty minutes.»
«All right. Fax me a photo, and then meet me at the Safeway on Wisconsin. And bring the van and Marcus, and tell Marcus to keep this quiet. I don't want anyone at Langley to know what we're up to.»
«I'll see you in twenty.»
Putting his phone away, Rapp looked at Kennedy and Stansfield.