branches in capturing and decoding enemy SIGINT. So when, for example, a Navy submarine tapped an undersea Soviet communications cable, or one of the Air Forceâs many electronic surveillance overflights picked up hostile transmissions, they were relayed to the CSS for evaluation and, if necessary, action.
But the CSS chafed at being a bystander and, using the âNo Such Agencyâ cloak of anonymity, quickly moved into the void, coordinating covert strikes on Soviet assets with the utmost plausible deniabilityââaccidentsâ were amazingly commonâand establishing its own presence as a service to be reckoned with. Still, resistance from the uniformed services kept it in the shadows of its birth, where it lurked nowâthe incognito, but highly effective, muscle arm of the NSA.
âSpecifically, Section 6.1.21,â added Rubin.
âWhatâs that?â interjected Hartley.
âShut the fuck up, Bob,â barked Tyler. âRemind me again what that is,â he asked Rubin.
âItâs the section of the NSDM that says that the CSS may âperform such other functions as the Secretary of Defense assigns.ââ
âWeâre talking about a Branch 4 operation, sir,â said Seelye. âItâs that simple.â
âRemind me again what Branch 4 is?â
Seelye ignored the question. âSir, Branch 4 was established precisely to deal with situations like these, so unless youâre prepared to see kiddie corpses start flying out those windows, we strongly advise you to let us get this operation up and running ASAP.â
The presidentâs gaze drifted from face to face to the TV set on the other side of the Oval Office, to Edwardsville and the two dead teachers. Finally, it alighted on Rubin. âAnd your advice is, Howard? Branch 4 orâ¦?â
âOr surrender before anybody else gets killed and run the risk of impeachment from Senator Hartleyâs party for dereliction of duty. Itâs that simple.â
The president glanced over at Hartley, who silently nodded his assent. âGeneral?â
âIâve been involved in counterterrorism since the 1980s,â said Seelye, âand if this isnât a job for Branch 4, then nothing is. We need to get in there, take them out, and disappear.â
The president was confused but convinced. âSo how do we do it?â
âGet âDevlin.â Now.â
âWhoâs Devlin?â asked Hartley.
âShut the fuck up, Bob,â ordered the president.
âMr. President, sir,â objected Hartley, âyou invited me here andââ
Tyler ignored him. âWhoâs Devlin?â he asked.
ââDevlinâ is the code name for Branch 4âs most trusted and highly skilled operative,â explained Seelye, with uncontrolled pride. âHeâs an expert in cryptology, in electronic surveillance, in marksmanship, and in hand-to-hand combat. In fact, heâs the best weâve got.â
The presidentâs incredulous look begged Seelye to continue. âNobody knows his real name. If it exists on record at all, itâs buried deep in the NSA files. Operationally, however, he used a rotating series of other pseudonyms, never the same one twice. Not even we know what they are when he goes into action.â
President Tyler was incredulous. âYou mean to tell me that the United States government has an anonymous operative we canât really control?â
âNo, sir,â replied Seelye. âNot the United States government. We do. The three of us in this room.â Seelye caught himself, looked over at Hartley. âAnd one member of congressional oversight.â
If Tyler regretted his decision to let Hartley sit in on the meeting, his face didnât betray him. âGo on,â he ordered, glancing over at Hartley with an unspoken warning: shut the fuck up, Bob.
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