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to Robert than anyone in the world； except； of course； Susan。 And Robert had needed to talk to someone。 With Susan gone； he felt as though he were living in a time warp。 He fantasized that somewhere； in another dimension of time and space； he and Susan were still happily married； laughing and carefree and loving。 Or maybe not； Robert thought wearily。 Maybe I just don't know when to let go。
The coffee was ready。 It tasted bitter。 He wondered whether the beans came from Brazil。
He carried the coffee cup into the bathroom and studied his image in the mirror。 He was looking at a man in his early forties； tall and lean and physically fit with a craggy face； a strong chin； black hair； and intelligent； probing dark eyes。 There was a long； deep scar on his chest； a souvenir from the plane crash。 But that was yesterday。 That was Susan。 This was today。 Without Susan。
He shaved and showered and walked over to his clothes closet。 What do I wear； he wondered； Navy uniform or civilian clothes？ And on the other hand； who gives a damn？
He put on a charcoal gray suit； a white shirt； and a gray silk tie。 He knew very little about the National Security Agency； only that the Puzzle Palace； as it was nicknamed； superseded all other American intelligence agencies and was the most secretive of them all。 What do they want with me？ I'll soon find out。
The National Security Agency is hidden discreetly away on eighty…two rambling acres at Fort Meade； Maryland； in two buildings that together are twice the size of the CIA plex in Langley； Virginia。
The agency； created to give technical support to protect United States munications and acquire worldwide electronic intelligence data； employs thousands of people； and so much information is generated by its operations that it shreds more than forty tons of documents every day。
It was still dark when mander Robert Bellamy arrived at the first gate。 He drove up to an eight…foot…high Cyclone fence with a topping of barbed wire。 There was a sentry booth there； manned by two armed guards。 One of them stayed in the booth watching as the other approached the car。
〃Can I help you？〃
〃mander Bellamy to see General Hilliard。〃
〃May I see your identification； mander？〃
Robert Bellamy pulled out his wallet and removed his 17th District Naval Intelligence ID card。
The guard studied it carefully and returned it。
〃Thank you； mander。〃
He nodded to the guard in the booth； and the gate swung open。 The guard inside picked up a telephone。
〃mander Bellamy is on his way。〃
A minute later； Robert Bellamy drove up to a closed； electrified gate。
An armed guard approached the car。
〃mander Bellamy？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃May I see your identification； please？〃
He started to protest and then he thought； What the hell。 It's their zoo。 He took out his wallet again and showed his identification to the guard。
〃Thank you； mander。〃 The guard gave some invisible sign； and the gate opened。
As Robert Bellamy drove ahead； he saw a third Cyclone fence ahead of him。 My God； he thought； I'm in the Land of Oz。
Another uniformed guard walked up to the car。 As Robert Bellamy reached for his wallet； the guard looked at the license plate and said* 〃Please drive straight ahead to the administration building； mander。 There will be someone there to meet you。〃
〃Thank you。〃
The gate swung open； and Robert followed the driveway up to an enormous white building。 A man in civilian clothes was standing outside waiting； shivering in the chill October air。
〃You can leave your car right there； mander；〃 he called out。 〃We'll take care of it。〃
Robert Bellamy left the keys in his car and stepped out。 The man greeting him appeared to be in his thirties； tall； thin； and sallow。 He looked as though he had not seen the sun in years。
〃I'm Harriso_ Keller。 I'll escort you to General Hilliard's office。〃
They walked into a large high…ceilinged entrance hall。 A man in civilian clothes was seated behind a desk。
〃mander Bellamy…〃
Robert Bellamy swung around。 He heard the click of a camera。
〃Thank you； sir。〃
Robert Bellamy turned to Keller。
〃What…？〃
〃This will take only a minute；〃 Harrison Keller assured him。
Sixty seconds later； Robert Bellamy was handed a blue and white identification badge with his photograph on it。
〃Please wear this at all times while you're in the building； mander。〃
〃Right。〃
They started walking down a long； white corridor。 Robert Bellamy noticed security cameras mounted at twenty…foot intervals on both sides of the hall。
〃How big is this building？〃
〃just over two million square feet； mander。〃 '~at？〃
〃Yes。 This corridor is the longest corridor in the world…nine hundred and eighty feet。 We're pletely self…contained here。 We have a shopping center； cafeteria； post exchange； eight snack bars； a hospital； plete with an operating room； a dentist's office； a branch of the State Bank of Laurel； a dry…cleaning shop； a shoe shop； a barbershop； and a few other odds and ends。〃
It's a home away from home； Robert thought。 He found it oddly depressing。
They passed an enormous open area filled with a vast sea of puters。 Robert stopped in amazement。
〃Impressive； isn't it？ That's just one of our puter rooms。 The plex contains three billion dollars' worth of decoding machines and puters。〃
〃How many people work in this place？〃
〃About sixteen thousand。〃
So what the hell do they need me for？ Robert Bellamy wondered。
He was led into a private elevator that Keller operated with a key。
They went up one floor and started on another trek down a long corridor until they reached a suite of offices at the end of the hall。
〃Right in here； mander。〃 They entered a large reception office with four secretaries' desks。 Two of the secretaries had already arrived for work。 Harrison Keller nodded to one of them； and she pressed a button； and a door to the inner office clicked open。
〃Go right in； please； gentlemen。 The general is expecting you。〃
Harrison Keller said； 〃This way。〃
Robert Bellamy followed him into the inner sanctum。
He found himself in a spacious office； the ceilings and walls heavily soundproofed。 The room was fortably furnished； filled with photographs and personal mementos。 It was obvious that the man behind the desk spent a lot of time there。
General Mark Hilliard； deputy director of the NSA； appeared to be in his middle fifties； very tall； with a face carved in flint； icy； steely eyes； and a ramrod…straight posture。 The general was dressed in a gray suit； white shirt； and gray tie。 I guessed right； Robert thought。
Harrison Keller said； 〃General Hilliard； this is mander Bellamy。〃
〃Thank you for dropping by； mander。〃 As though it was an invitation to some tea party。 The two men shook hands。
〃Sit down。 I'll bet you could do with a cup of coffee。〃 The man was a mind reader。
〃Yes； sir。〃
〃Harrison？〃
〃No； thank you。〃 He took a chair in the corner。 A buzzer was pressed； the door opened； and an Oriental in a mess jacket entered with a tray of co