Part 56 (1/2)
”Mr. President,” the voice said, ”have you made your decision yet?”
John Hansen felt his anger growing. The voice on the other end of the phone exuded the self-a.s.surance of a man who was holding something unspeakably horrible over your head. Either he could bluff with the best of them, or he knew exactly what he was doing. Which was it?
He looked over at Theodore Brock, who had been at his desk, just down from the Oval Office, early, arranging for the wire transfers of the funds to Geneva. The eight hundred million dollars had been placed in a numbered account in a branch of the Union Bank of Switzerland, just in case. The objective, however, was never to take the final step and transfer it into the accounts the terrorist had designated in Banco Ambrosiano. Brock now sat on the couch across, fiddling with his gla.s.ses. A cup of coffee sat next to him, untouched.
”We've accepted your proposal, in principle,” Hansen replied, nervously drumming his fingertips on the desk. He scarcely could believe the words were emerging from his mouth. ”We have some conditions of our own, concerning the hostages, but I think it's possible to come to terms, given time. Arrangements are being made concerning the money.”
”According to the procedures I faxed you?” the voice asked.
”Not entirely,” Hansen went on, beginning what was going to be his own gamble. ”The funds will have to be handled through our emba.s.sy in Switzerland. It may take a few days.”
There was a moment of silence on the other end, then,
”You don't have a few days, Mr. President. Time has run out. You have to make a decision. Either you honor our demands or you must be prepared to accept the consequences. And I a.s.sure you they are terrible. Which will it be?”
”It is going to be neither,” Hansen replied coolly, sensing he still had leverage. ”It is in both our interests to satisfy our objectives.
Including the safety of the hostages on the island. If we have to work together to accomplish that, then we should. It's the logical, rational way to proceed.”
”Mr. President, this world is neither logical nor rational,” came back the voice, now noticeably harder. ”The timetable does not allow lat.i.tude for delays. You--”
”Let me put it like this,” Hansen interjected, trying to catch him off balance. ”You have the choice of doing it the way it can be done, or not doing it at all. Which do you want it to be?”
”I've given you an ultimatum,” the voice replied tersely, its sense of control returning. ”The only question left is whether or not you intend to honor it.”
Hansen stole a glance at his wrist.w.a.tch, thinking. He needed to stall for time, but clearly it wasn't going to be so easy. The Special Forces had reached Souda Bay, but they would not be in position to begin an a.s.sault for several more hours.
”I told you I'm working on it,” he said finally. ”These things take--”
”The funds can be wire-transferred in minutes to the Geneva accounts I listed for you.” The voice was growing c.o.c.ky. ”There's no need for brown paper bags and unmarked bills.”
Hansen suddenly felt his anger boil, his composure going. Sometimes it was better to go with your gut than with your head. Then the scenario could be played out on your own terms. The h.e.l.l with this b.a.s.t.a.r.d. Why not just call his bluff? He wasn't going to use the weapon, or weapons, even if he had them. He would gain nothing by that. The threat of using a bomb was his only bargaining chip.
”You know,” he said, ”I'm thinking maybe I don't want to play your game at all.”
”That is a serious error in judgment, Mr. President. I am not playing games.”
”As far as I'm concerned, you are.” Hansen looked up to see Alicia ushering Ed Briggs into the office. G.o.d, he thought, do I look as haggard as he does?
”I'm offering you a deal.” His attention snapped back to the phone and he continued. ”Give me another day to arrange for the money. Another twenty-four hours. That's the best you're going to get.”
”We both know that is a lie,” came back the voice. ”If you expect me to accept that, you are an even bigger fool than I imagined. Since you don't appear to believe my seriousness, the time has come for a demonstration.”
”I'm waiting. The chances of you delivering a nuke, which is what I a.s.sume you have, are about the same as Was.h.i.+ngton being hit by a meteorite. The odds are a lot better that you'll just blow yourself up.
Criminals like you are long on tough talk and short on technology.”
”This conversation is getting us nowhere. So just to make sure we understand each other, let me repeat the terms once again. The eight hundred million must be wired to the accounts I listed at the Geneva branch of Banco Ambrosiano within the next five hours. If it is not, the consequences will be more terrible than I hope you are capable of imagining. The loss of life and property will be staggering.”