"Do you ever yearn for simple soldiering?" Castillo asked. "Nothing to worry about except maybe an IG inspection?"
"Sometimes, sir. But this is pretty interesting, and the life here is good."
"Did you know Mr. Masterson?"
"Yes, sir. One of the good guys. What the hell is going on?"
"Right now, nobody knows," Castillo said.
Including, or maybe especially, the guy who by direction of the President is now in charge of the investigation.
And who is about to become the most unpopular sonofabitch in the embassy, with everybody from the ambassador on down pissed at him.
And with cause.
They have done their very best, from a sense of duty plus their feelings of admiration for Masterson and his wife, and it hasn't been good enough.
They're probably thinking, Some hotshot who's been in Buenos Aires for two days is now in charge. God only knows what that sonofabitch said about us when he got on a secure line to Washington.
He took a sip of the coffee, burned his lip, and said, "Shit!"
"I should have warned you it was hot," the commo sergeant said.
"My fault," Castillo said.
Well, at least I learned how to handle a situation like this at The Point.
It's essentially a matter of what not to do.
You don't line the troops up and say, "Jesus, guys, wait until you hear what a dumb order we just got."
When you get a lawful order, no matter how dumb- and with all due respect, Mr. President, this decision of yours is about as dumb as orders get-you either refuse to obey it or you obey it.
And since this order cannot be refused-it's "not open for debate" and I have sworn a solemn oath, without any mental reservations whatsoever to cheerfully obey the orders of officers appointed over me, which would certainly include the President-that means I will have to go before the troops bubbling over with enthusiasm to carry out the brilliant order I have just received. And then do my godd
amnedest to execute it.
"Can I take this with me? The ambassador wants to see me ten minutes ago."
"Sure," the sergeant said. [FOUR] "Sir, I just spoke with Secretary Hall, who told me what the President has ordered."
"The President made it crystal clear what he wishes done; what he wants you to do," Ambassador Silvio said.
"For your ears only, sir, I'm way out of my depth."
"The President doesn't seem to think so," Silvio said, "and that's all that really matters, isn't it?"
"Yes, sir, I guess it is."
"I've asked everybody with a role in this to come to the conference room. They're in there now."
"Have you said anything to them, sir?"
"I thought I would ask you what you would like me to say before I said anything."
"Sir, I think the simple facts-that the President told you he has given me the responsibility to get Mrs. Masterson and the children, and Mr. Masterson's body, safely out of the country, and that I am now in charge of the investigation-would be the best way to handle it."
"That's about what I was thinking," Silvio said. "Just before the President called me, I made a decision that I don't think is going to please the FBI team that's coming down."