Текст книги "Splinter cell : Blacklist aftermath (2013)"

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“So where are these businessmen now?” asked Grim.

“Still in hiding, presumably in those foreign capitals with banking systems that help harbor their assets. Right now, Treskayev has his hands full cleaning out the corruption in his inner circle. He’s already fired a few career Kremlin underlings who were on the oligarchs’ payroll and have been complicit in attempting to discredit him. Unfortunately, the oligarchs themselves have enough money to rent years of delaying tactics from their newly adopted countries. They’re safe until their money runs out or the national governments declare them persona non grata.”

Fisher snickered. “We’ve still got more work to do.”

“Madame President, what about the bomb?” Grim asked.

“We flew in the NSA Bahrain, Fifth Fleet, EOD team to dismantle the bomb and take possession of the uranium, which we only need long enough to sample a fingerprint of the material. Treskayev’s sending the old heavy cruiser Admiral Ushakov to pick up the material in Bahrain. Meanwhile, back here, the FBI has already taken into custody several individuals involved in the thorium attack. These are Iranian nationals who claim they worked with a Russian sleeper cell in the United States who infiltrated security at the storage site to smuggle the C-4 into the thorium shipments.”

“There’s still one more loose end,” said Fisher. “And that’s the virus. Kasperov still has it, and if we piss him off, he could play that card against us.”

“I know,” said Caldwell. “And I’ve already spoken to him privately about this. The Office of the National Counterintelligence Executive wants the software turned over to them. They plan to study it.”

“Has he agreed?” asked Fisher.

“Not yet. I suspect the negotiations will be long on this one. Anyway, I want to thank you all. We’re in your debt—and don’t think for a minute that we ever forget that. The work you do is vital to national security, and I’m honored that you’ve all accepted this important and extremely difficult job. I mean that. And I’ll be in touch.”

The screen went blank, and Fisher faced the team. “I’d like to say something, too.”

Grim looked at him expectantly.

Briggs was waiting.

Charlie’s mouth began to open.

Fisher began to squirm. “Ah, forget it.” He hurried back toward their living quarters.

* * *

THIRTY minutes later they were at cruising altitude and finally heading back to Virginia.

Kasperov and Fisher were standing near the infirmary door, gazing out across the control room, where Grim and Briggs stood at the SMI. Nearby, Charlie sat at his station, showing Ollie and two other analysts diagrams of his early work on the SMI.

“Your team and its mission remind me of a trip I once took,” Kasperov began. “I visited your CIA headquarters, and I remember the wall of stars, all those heroes with no public recognition.”

“We don’t do it for that. Or the money.”

“Then why?”

“Because we can. Because somebody has to . . . and it’s the right thing to do.”

“It’s that simple?”

Fisher grinned. “If it were any more complicated, they’d have to find a smarter man than me.”

“You underestimate yourself, Mr. Fisher.”

“No, I’ve just . . . changed.”

“I guess it’s a brave new world for both of us.”

Fisher beamed. “There was a rumor that one of your bodyguards smuggled some vodka on board my plane.”

“Rumor? Nonsense. Let’s have a drink!”

Before leaving the control room, Fisher glanced back at his team, at the new Fourth Echelon.

Yes, he was Sam Fisher. Splinter Cell.

But now he was something even more.

•  •  •

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