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Kern was bony-thin, small, and lean. His intensely cool bluegreen eyes seemed to reach into everyone's inner thoughts. All, that is, except Pitt's. It was as if two bullets had met in midair, neither passing through the other, both stopped dead.
"First off," Kern opened in a surprisingly deep voice while still trying to read Pitt, "we are all about to become part of a new federal organization consisting of investigators, specialists, support personnel, case review analysts, and field agents assembled for the purpose of defusing a serious threat to a great number of people here and around the world. In short, a MAIT team." He pressed one of several buttons on a desk console and turned to one wall that was backlit and displayed an organizational chart. There was a circle at the top and a larger one beneath. Four smaller circles extended from the bottom one like spider legs.
"The top circle represents the Command Center here in Washington," he lectured. "The lower one is our Information Gathering and Collection Point on the Pacific island of Koror in the Palau Republic chain.
The Resident, who will act as our Director of Field Operations, is Mel Penner." He stopped and glanced pointedly at Penner, who had entered the room with him and Jordan, Penner nodded a red corduroy-wrinkled face and lazily raised a hand. He neither looked around the table at the others nor smiled.
"Mel's cover is acting as a UCLA sociologist studying native culture," Kern added.
"Mel comes cheap." Jordan smiled. "His home and office furnishings include a sleeping cot, a phone, a document shredder, and a work desk that also serves as a dining table and a counter for his hotplate."
Bully for Mel, Pitt thought to himself, fighting to stay awake while half wondering why they took so long to state a case.
"Our teams will carry code names," Kern carried on. "The code will be different makes of automobiles. For example, we at Central Command will be known as `Team Lincoln.' Mel Penner is
`Team Chrysler.' " He paused to tap the appropriate circles on the chart before carrying on. "Mr. Marvin Showalter, who by the way is Assistant Director of Security for the U.S. Department of State, will work out of our embassy in Tokyo and handle any diplomatic problems from the Japanese end. His team code is 'Cadillac.' "
Showalter stood, fingered his Phi Beta Kappa key, and bowed his head. "A pleasure to work with you all," he said politely.
"Marv, you'll inform your critical personnel that our MAIT operatives will be in the field should they spot what may appear to be unauthorized activity. I do not want our situation compromised through embassy cable traffic."
"I'll see to it," Showalter promised.
Kern turned to Stacy and the bearded man sitting next to her. "Miss Stacy Fox and Dr. Timothy Weatherhill, for those of you who haven't been introduced, will head the domestic end of the investigation. Their cover will be as journalist and photographer for the Denver Tribune. They will bèTeam Buick.' " Next he motioned at the two men of Asian ancestry. " `Team Honda' consists of Mr.
Roy Orita and Mr. James Hanamura. They're in charge of the most critical phase of the investigation--
Japan proper.
"Before Don continues the briefing," said Jordan, "are there any questions?"
"How do we communicate?" asked Weatherhill.
"Reach out and touch someone," answered Kern. "Telephone behavior is routine and does not arouse suspicion." He touched another button on the console, and a series of digits appeared on the screen.
"Memorize this number. We'll give you a safe line that will be monitored twenty-four hours a day by an operator who is fully briefed and knows where to reach any of us at any given moment."
"I might add," said Jordan, "that you must check in every seventy-two hours. If you miss, somebody will be dispatched immediately to find you."
Pitt, who was balancing his chair on the rear legs, held up a hand. "I have a question."
"Mr. Pitt?"
"I'd be most grateful if someone will please tell me just what in hell is going on around here."
There was a moment's frozen and incredulous silence. Predictably, everyone around the table with the exception of Giordino stared at Pitt in narrow-eyed disapproval.
Jordan turned to Sandecker, who shook his head and said testily, "As you requested, Dirk and Al were not informed of the situation.
Jordan nodded. "I've been remiss by not having you gentlemen briefed. The fault is mine. Forgive me, gentlemen. You have been treated most shabbily after all you've been through."
Pitt gave Jordan a penetrating gaze. "Were you behind the operation to spy on NUMA's mining colony?"
Jordan hesitated, then said, "We don't spy, Mr. Pitt, we observe, and yes, I gave the order. A British ocean survey team happened to be working in the Northern Pacific, and they cooperated by moving their operation into your area."
"And the surface explosion that blew away the British ship and crew and triggered the earthquake that leveled eight years of intense research and effort, was that your idea too?"
"No, that was an unforeseen tragedy."
