tc.patriotgames-第75节

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　　　　〃Probably　the　same　thing　they'd　say　to　you　for　raising　money　for　terrorists；〃　the　young　agent　replied。　Eddie　was　sick　and　tired　of　being　told　how　to　live　his　life。
　　　　〃I　don't　want　to　hear　any　of　that　in　my　place。〃　He'd　heard　that　line　before；　too。
　　　　〃That's　what　O'Neil　does；　Uncle　John。〃
　　　　〃They're　freedom　fighters。　I　know　they　bend　some　of　our　laws　from　time　to　time；　but　the　English　laws　they　break　are　no　concern　of　mine　　or　yours；〃　John　Donoho　said　firmly。
　　　　〃You　watch　TV？〃　The　agent　didn't　need　an　answer　to　that。　A　wide…screen　TV　in　the　opposite　corner　was　used　for　baseball　and　football　games。　The　bar's　name　had　also　made　it　an　occasional　watering　hole　for　the　New　England　Patriots　football　players。　Uncle　John's　interest　in　TV　was　limited　to　the　Patriots；　Red　Sox；　Celtics；　and　Bruins。　His　interest　in　politics　was　virtually　nil。　He　voted　for　Teddy　Kennedy　every　six　years　and　considered　himself　a　staunch　proponent　of　national　defense。　〃I　want　to　show　you　a　couple　of　pictures。〃
　　　　He　set　the　first　one　on　the　bar。　〃This　is　a　little　girl　named　Sally　Ryan。　She　lives　in　Annapolis。〃
　　　　His　uncle　picked　it　up　and　smiled。　〃I　remember　when　my　Kathleen　looked　like　that。〃
　　　　〃Her　father　is　a　teacher　at　the　Naval　Academy；　used　to　be　a　Marine　lieutenant。　He　went　to　Boston　College。　His　father　was　a　cop。〃　
　　　　〃Sounds　like　a　good　Irishman。　Friend　of　yours？〃　
　　　　〃Not　exactly；〃　Eddie　said。　〃Paddy　and　I　met　him　earlier　today。　This　is　what　his　daughter　looked　like　then。〃　The　second　photo　was　laid　on　the　bar。
　　　　〃Jesus；　Mary；　and　Joseph。〃　It　wasn't　easy　to　discern　that　there　was　a　child　under　all　the　medical　equipment。　Her　feet　stuck　out　from　heavy　wrappings。　An　inch…wide　plastic　pipe　was　in　her　mouth；　and　what　parts　of　her　body　were　visible　formed　a　horribly　discolored　mass　that　the　photographer　had　recorded　with　remarkable　skill。
　　　　〃She's　the　lucky　one；　Uncle　John。　The　girl's　mother　was　there；　too。〃　Two　more　photos　went　onto　the　bar。
　　　　〃What　happened；　car　accident　　what　are　you　showing　me？〃　John　Donoho　asked。　He　really　didn't　know　what　this　was　all　about。
　　　　〃She's　a　surgeon　　she's　pregnant；　too；　the　pictures　don't　show　that。　Her　car　was　machine…gunned　yesterday；　right　outside　of　Annapolis；　Maryland。　They　killed　a　State　Police　officer　a　few　minutes　later。〃　Another　picture　went　down。　
　　　　〃What？　Who　did　it？〃　the　older　man　asked。
　　　　〃Here's　the　father；　Jack　Ryan。〃　It　was　the　same　picture　that　the　London　papers　had　used。　Jack's　graduation　shot　from　Quantico。　Eddie　knew　that　his　uncle　always　looked　at　Marine　dress　blues　with　pride。
　　　　〃I've　seen　him　before　somewhere　。　。　。　〃
　　　　〃Yeah。　He　stopped　a　terrorist　attack　over　in　London　a　few　months　back。　It　looks　like　he　offended　the　terrorists　enough　that　they　came　after　him　and　his　family。　The　Bureau　is　working　on　that。〃　
　　　　〃Who　did　it？〃
　　　　The　last　photo　went　down　on　the　bar。　It　showed　Ryan's　hands　less　than　a　foot　from　Paddy　O'Neil；　and　a　black　man　holding　him　back。
　　　　〃Who's　the　jig？〃　John　asked。　His　nephew　almost　lost　his　temper。
　　　　〃Goddammit；　Uncle　John！　That　man　is　a　Navy　fighter　pilot。〃　
　　　　〃Oh。〃　John　was　briefly　embarrassed。　He　had　little　use　for　blacks；　though　one　who　wore　a　Marine　uniform　into　his　bar　got　his　first　drink　free；　too。　It　was　different　with　the　ones　in　uniform；　he　told　himself。　Anyone　who　served　the　flag　as　he　had　done　was　okay　in　his　book；　John　Donoho　always　said。　Some　of　my　best　friends　in　the　Corps　。　。　。　He　remembered　how　Navy　strike　aircraft　had　supported　his　outfit　all　the　way　back　to　the　sea；　holding　the　Chinese　back　with　rockets　and　napalm。　Well；　maybe　this　one　was　different；　too。　He　stared　at　the　rest　of　the　picture　for　a　few　seconds。　〃So；　you　say　Paddy　had　something　to　do　with　this？〃　
　　　　〃I've　been　telling　you　for　years　who　the　bastard　fronts　for。　If　you　don't　believe　me；　maybe　you　want　to　ask　Mr。　Ryan　here。　It's　bad　enough　that　O'Neil　spits　on　our　whole　country　every　time　he　es　over　here。　His　friends　damned　near　killed　this　whole　family　yesterday。　We　got　one　of　'em。　Two　Marine　guards　at　the　Naval　Academy　grabbed　him；　waiting　to　shoot　Ryan。　His　name's　Eamon　Clark；　and　we　know　that　he　used　to　work　for　the　Provisional　Wing　of　the　IRA　　we　know　it。　Uncle　John；　he's　a　convicted　murderer。　They　caught　him　with　a　loaded　pistol　in　his　pocket。　You　still　think　they're　good　guys？　Dammit；　they're　going　after　Americans　now！　If　you　don't　believe　me；　believe　this！〃　Eddie　Donoho　rearranged　the　photos　on　the　wooden　surface。　〃This　little　girl；　and　her　mother；　and　a　kid　not　even　born　yet　almost　died　yesterday。　This　state　trooper　did。　He　left　a　wife　and　a　kid　behind。　That　friend　of　yours　in　the　back　room　raises　the　money　to　buy　the　guns；　he's　connected　with　the　people　who　did　this。〃　
　　　　〃But　why？〃
　　　　〃Like　I　said；　this　girl's　dad　got　in　the　way　of　a　murder　over　in　London。　I　guess　the　people　he　stopped　wanted　to　get　even　with　him　　not　just　him；　though；　they　went　for　his　whole　family；〃　the　agent　explained　slowly。　
　　　　〃The　little　girl　didn't　〃
　　　　〃Goddammit；〃　Eddie　swore　again。　〃That's　why　they're　called　terrorists！〃　It　was　getting　through。　He　could　see　that　he　was　finally　getting　the　message　across。
　　　　〃You're　sure　that　Paddy　is　part　of　this？〃　his　uncle　asked。
　　　　〃He's　never　lifted　a　gun　that　we　know　of。　He's　their　mouthpiece；　he　es　over　here　and　raises　money　so　that　they　can　do　things　like　this　at　home。　Oh；　he　never　gets　his　hands　bloody。　He's　too　smart　for　that。　But　this　is　what　the　money　goes　for。　We　are　absolutely　sure　of　that。　And　now　they're　playing　their　games　over　here。〃　Agent　Donoho　knew　that　the　money　raising　was　secondary　to　the　psychological　reasons　for　ing　over；　but　now　wasn't　the　time　to　clutter　the　issue　with　details。　He　watched　his　uncle　stare　at　the　photos　of　the　little　girl。　His　face　showed　the　confusion　that　always　acpanies　a　pletely　new　thought。
　　　　〃You're　sure？　Really　sure？〃
　　　　〃Uncle　John；　we　have　over　thirty　agents　on　the　case　now；　plus　the　local　police。　You　bet　we're　sure。　We'll　get　'em；　too。　The　Director's　put　the　word　out　on　this　case。　We　want　'em。　Whatever　it　takes；　we'll　get　these　bastards；〃　Edward　Michael　Donoho；　Jr。；　said　with　cold　determination。
　　　　John　Donoho　looked　at　his　nephew；　and　for　the　first　time　he　saw　a　man。　Eddie's　FBI　post　was　a　source　of　family　pride；　but　John　finally　knew　why　this　was　so。　He　wasn't　a　kid　anymore。　He　was　a　man　with　a　job　about　which　he　was　deadly　serious。　More　than　the　photographs；　it　was　this　that　decided　things。　John　had　to　believe　what　he'd　been　told。
　　　　The　owner　of　the　Patriots　Club　stood　up　straight　and　walked　down　the　bar　to　the　folding　gate。　He　lifted　it　and　made　for　the　back　room；　with　his　nephew　trailing　behind。
　　　　〃But　our　boys　are　fighting　back；〃　O'Neil　was　telling　the　fifteen　men　in　the　room。　〃Every　day　they　fight　back　to　　joining　us；　Johnny？〃　
　　　　〃Out；〃　Donoho　said　quietly。
　　　　〃What　　I　don't　understand；　John；〃　O'Neil　said；　genuinely　puzzled。
　　　　〃You　must　think　I'm　pretty　stupid。　I　guess　maybe　I　was。　Leave。〃　The　voice　was　more　forceful　now；　and　the　feigned　accent　was　gone。　〃Get　out　of　my　club　and　don't　ever　e　back。〃　
　　　　〃But；　Johnny　　what　are　you　talking　about？〃
　　　　Donoho　grabbed　the　man　by　his　collar　and　lifted　him　off　his　chair。　O'Neil's　voice　continued　to　protest　as　he　was　propelled　all　the　way　out　the　front　door。　Eddie　Donoho　waved　to　his　uncle　as　he　followed　his　charge　out　onto　the　street。
　　　　〃What　was　that　all　about？〃　one　of　the　men　from　the　back　room　asked。　Another　of　them；　a　reporter　for　the　Boston　Globe；　started　making　notes　as　the　bar　owner　stumbled　through　what　he　had　finally　learned。
　　　　To　this　point　no　police　agency　had　implicated　any　terrorist　group　by　name；　and　in　fact　neither　had　Special　Agent　Donoho　done　so。　His　instructions　from　Washington　on　that　score　had　been　carefully　given　and　carefully　followed。　But　in　the　translation　through　Uncle　John　and　a　reporter；　the　facts　got　slightly　garbled　　as　surprised　no　one　　and　within　hours　the　story　was　on　the　AP　wire　that　the　attack　on　Jack　Ryan　and　his　family　had　been　made　by　the　Provisional　Wing　of　the　Irish　Republican　Army。
　　　　Sean　Miller's　mission　in　America　had　been　fully　acplished　by　an　agency　of　the　United　States　government。

　　　　Miller　and　his　party　were　already　back　home。　As　many　people　in　this　line　of　work　had　done　before。　Sean　reflected　on　the　value　of　rapid　international　air　travel。　In　this　case　it　had　been　off　to　Mexico　from　Washington's　Duties　International；　from　there　to　the　Netherlands　Antilles；　to　Schiphol　International　Airport　on　a　KLM　flight；　and　then　to　Ireland。　All　one　needed　were　correct　travel　documents　and　a　little　money。　The　travel　documents　in　question　were　already　destroyed；　and　the　money　untraceable　cash。　He　sat　across　from　Kevin　O'Donnell's　desk；　drinking　water　to　pensate　for　the　dehydration　normal　to　flying。
　　　　〃What　about　Eamon？〃　One　rule　of　ULA　operations　was　that　no　overseas　telephone　calls　ever　came　to　his　house。
　　　　〃Alex's　man　says　he　was　picked　up。〃　Miller　shrugged。　〃It　was　a　risk　I　felt　worth　taking。　I　selected　Ned　for　it　because　he　knows　very　little　about　us。〃　He　knew　that　O'Donnell　had　to　agree　with　that。　Clark　was　one　of　the　new　men　brought　into　the　Organization；　and　more　of　an　accident　than　a　recruit。　He'd　e　south　because　one　of　his　friends