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Klein closed the folder on the report he had been reading； removed his glasses； and rubbed his weary eyes。 He was looking forward to going home； being greeted by his cocker spaniel； Buck； and enjoying a finger of single…malt scotch followed by whatever dinner his housekeeper had left in the oven。 He was about to get up when the connecting door to the next room opened。
〃Nathaniel？〃
The speaker was a trim woman a few years younger than Klein； with bright robin's eyes and graying blond hair done in a French twist。 She wore a conservative blue business suit accented by a string of pearls and a filigree gold bracelet。
〃I thought you'd gone home； Maggie。〃
Maggie Templeton； who'd been Klein's assistant for the ten years he had worked at the National Security Agency； arched her neatly sculptured brows。
〃When was the last time I left before you did？ Good thing I didn't； too。 You'd better have a look at this。〃
Klein followed Maggie into the next room； which was really one large puter station。 Three monitors were lined up side by side； along with a host of servers and storage units； all driven by the government's most advanced software。 Klein stood back and admired the dexterity and proficiency with which Maggie worked her keyboard。 It was like watching a virtuoso performance by a concert pianist。
Besides the president； Maggie Templeton was the only person familiar with the entire workings of Covert…One。 Knowing he would need a skilled and trusted right hand； Klein had insisted on Maggie's being involved from the get…go。 Besides having worked for him at the NSA； she had better than twenty years experience as a senior CIA administrator。 But most important to Klein； she was family。 Maggie's sister； Judith； had been Klein's wife； taken by cancer years ago。 Maggie too had had her share of tragedy： her husband； a CIA covert operative； had never returned from a mission abroad。 As fate would have it； Maggie and Klein were the only family each had。
Finished on the keyboard； Maggie tapped on the screen with an elegantly manicured fingernail。
VECTOR SIX。
The two words pulsed in the center of the screen like a blinking traffic light at an empty intersection in a country town。 Klein felt the hairs on his forearms push against his shirtsleeves。 He knew exactly who Vector Six was； he could see his face as clearly as if the man were standing next to him。 Vector Six： the code name； if it ever appeared； was to be construed by Mein as a panic signal。
〃Shall I pull up the message？〃 Maggie asked quietly。
〃Please。。。。〃
She touched a series of keys and the encrypted message of letters； symbols； and numbers shot up on the screen。 She then repeated the process with different keys to activate the decryption software。 Seconds later； the message appeared in clear text：
D？ner… prix fixe… 8 euro
Spécialité： Fruits de mer
Spécialité du bar： Bellini
Fermé entre 14…16 heures
Even if a third party somehow managed to decode the message； this menu of a nameless French restaurant was both innocuous and misleading。 Klein had set up the simple code the last time he had met Vector Six face to face。 Its meaning had nothing to do with Gallic cuisine。 It was the call of last resort； a plea for immediate extraction。
Klein didn't hesitate。 〃Please reply as follows： Reservations pour deux。〃
Maggie's fingers flew over the keys； tapping out the secure response。 The single sentence bounced off two military satellites before being sent back to earth。 Klein didn't know where Vector Six was at that moment； but as long as he had access to the laptop Klein had given him； he could download and decrypt the reply。
e on！ Talk to me！
Klein checked the time stamp on the message： The message was less than two minutes old。
A reply flashed across the screen： Reservations confirmées。
Klein exhaled as the screen faded to black。 Vector Six would not stay on…line any longer than was absolutely necessary。 Contact had been established； an itinerary proposed； accepted； and verified。 Vector Six would not use this channel of munications again。
As Maggie shut down the link； Klein sat down in the only other chair in the room； wondering what extraordinary circumstances had prompted Vector Six to contact him。
Unlike the CIA and other intelligence agencies； Covert…One did not run a string of foreign agents。 Nonetheless； Klein had a handful of contacts abroad。 Some had been cultivated during his days at the NSA； others were the results of chance meetings that had blossomed into a relationship based on both trust and mutual self…interest。
They were a diverse group： a doctor in Egypt whose patients included most of the country's ruling elite； a puter entrepreneur in New Delhi who provided his skills and equipment to his government； a banker in Malaysia adept at moving； hiding； or ferreting out offshore funds anywhere in the world。 None of these people knew each other。 They had nothing in mon beyond their friendship with Klein and the puter notebook he had given each one of them。 They accepted Klein as a midlevel bureaucrat but knew that secretly he was much more than that。 And they agreed to serve as his eyes and ears not only out of friendship and belief in what he represented； but because they trusted him to help them if； for any reason； their respective homelands suddenly became a dangerous place for them。
Vector Six was one of the handful。
〃Nate？〃
Klein； glanced at Maggie。
〃Who gets the call？〃 she asked。
Good question。。。。
Klein always used his Pentagon ID when traveling abroad。 If he was going to meet a contact； he made sure it would be in a public place； at a secure location。 Official functions at a U。S。 embassy were the best choices。 But Vector Six was nowhere near an embassy。 He was on the run。
〃Smith；〃 Klein said at last。 〃Get him on the line； please； Maggie。〃
Smith was dreaming of Sophia when the insistent beep of the telephone intruded。 He was watching the two of them sitting on a riverbank； in the shadows of immense triangular structures。 In the distance was a great city。 The air was hot； filled with the attar of roses and of Sophia。 Cairo。。。 They were at the pyramids of Giza； outside Cairo。
The secure line。。。
Smith sat up fast on the couch where he had fallen asleep； fully dressed； after ing home from the cemetery。 Beyond the windows streaked with rain； the wind moaned as it drove heavy clouds across the sky。 A former bat internist and battlefield surgeon； Smith had developed the gift of waking up fully alert。 That ability had served him well during his time at USAMRIID； where sleep was often snatched between long； grueling hours of work。 It served him well now。
Smith checked the time at the bottom right…hand corner of the monitor： almost nine o'clock。 He had been asleep for two hours。 Emotionally spent； his mind still filled with images of Sophia； he had driven himself home； heated up some soup； then stretched out on the couch and listened to the rain churn overhead。 He had not intended to fall asleep； but was grateful that he done so。 Only one man could call him on that particular line。 Whatever message he had could signal the beginning of a day of infinite hours。
〃Good e