"If not, you can dig it out of the goodwill fund. We made some good friends here, Paul. Strong allies. And I have a rotten feeling we're going to need them all sooner rather than later."

"I have that feeling, too," Hood said. "There's a new world out there with a lot of enemies we haven't begun to identify."

"Well, we've made a good start identifying a few of them," Herbert said. "I understand Marcus Darling has caved. He's reportedly opened his Palm Pilot rogues gallery for the Singapore navy."

"In exchange for what?"

"Being handed to Australian authorities instead of Singaporean grill masters," Herbert said.

"Lowell will probably not approve, but nicely done," Hood said.

"Lowell did not openly dis disapprove, which is pretty good for him. This thing scared him, too. Speaking of enemies," Herbert went on, "did you hear anything else from Mr. Perry?"

"Not so much as a snarl," Hood said.

"Hardly a surprise," Herbert said.

That was true. Lowell had nailed it before when he said that a failure was a stranger in his own house. The corollary to that is, 'No one leaves the house faster than a politician.' Hood toyed with the idea of calling Perry at home and busting his chops. He decided that would not be necessary. Perry was probably antic.i.p.ating just such a call. That was revenge enough.

"Well, I'm going to be sitting around Jelbart's office for a couple of hours, helping him write reports. A lot happened, and we weren't taking notes. What are you up to on what is still early Sat.u.r.day night?"

"I have a date with a lady," Hood told him.

"Oh? Is this the advertising lady you saw the other night?"

"I started to call her, but there was someone else I wanted to see tonight," Hood said.

"And she is?"

Hood smiled. "My daughter."

Herbert did not say anything. He did not have to. The intelligence officer had just gone through this event with Darling and Jessica-Ann. He would know where Hood was coming from.

"Are you going to see Sharon, too?" Herbert asked.

"Only in pa.s.sing," Hood said. "She agreed to switch weekends with me so I could see Harleigh tonight."

"Nice. Make sure you give her a hug from Uncle Bob," Herbert said.

"I will," Hood a.s.sured him. "I'll tell her you're bringing what? A stuffed koala?"

"It's a deal," Herbert said. "And a boomerang for Alexander. I won't even bill Op-Center for it."

Hood smiled. "Thanks, Bob." He looked at the computer clock. He did not want to be late. He wished Herbert a safe flight and left his office. He rode the elevator up one flight.

It is indeed a deadlier and less predictable world than ever, Hood thought, as he stepped into the twilight. But in it was one constant. Hood thought, as he stepped into the twilight. But in it was one constant.

Loyalty.

With it, you possessed what was best in men. Loyalty to loved ones, to friends. Loyalty to ideals, to country. With it, you had long, powerful arms that could reach for the heavens.

Or a daughter.

Which worked out fine, Hood reflected, as he climbed into his car. For in the end, who were the heavens for? Hood reflected, as he climbed into his car. For in the end, who were the heavens for?

Other t.i.tles by Steve Pieczenik

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BLOOD HEAT.

MAXIMUM VIGILANCE.

PAX PACIFICA.

STATE OF EMERGENCY.

HIDDEN Pa.s.sIONS.

MY BELOVED TALLEYRAND.

NOVELS BY TOM CLANCY.

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Red Storm Rising

Patriot Games

The Cardinal of the Kremlin

Clear and Present Danger

The Sum of All Fears

Without Remorse

Debt of Honor

Executive Orders

Rainbow Six

The Bear and the Dragon

Red Rabbit

The Teeth of the Tiger

SSN: Strategies of Submarine Warfare

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Submarine: A Guided Tour Inside a Nuclear Warship

Armored Cav: A Guided Tour of an Armored Cavalry Regiment

Fighter Wing: A Guided Tour of an Air Force Combat Wing

Marine: A Guided Tour of a Marine Expeditionary Unit

Airborne: A Guided Tour of an Airborne Task Force

Carrier: A Guided Tour of an Aircraft Carrier

Special Forces: A Guided Tour of U.S. Army Special Forces