He looked around, saw the look of expectation on Soraya's face. Turning back to LaValle, he said: "I think something public would be in order, something embarrassing enough to work its way up to Secretary of Defense Halliday."
Veronica Hart couldn't help laughing, she laughed until tears came to her eyes, and she heard the Gilbert and Sullivan lines run through her head: His object all sublime, he will achieve in time-let the punishment fit the crime!
Chapter Forty-Two
I SEEM TO HAVE you at quite a disadvantage, dear Semion." Dominic Specter watched Icoupov as he dealt with the pain of sitting up straight.
"I need to see a doctor." Icoupov was panting like an underpowered engine struggling up a steep grade.
"What you need, dear Semion, is a surgeon," Specter said. "Unfortunately, there's no time for one. I need to get to Long Beach and I can't afford to leave you behind."
"This was my idea, Asher." Having braced his back against the seat, some small amount of color was returning to Icoupov's cheeks.
"So was using Pyotr. What did you call my son? Oh, yes, a useless wart on fate's ass, that was it, wasn't it?"
"He was useless, Asher. All he cared about was getting laid and getting high. Did he have a commitment to the cause, did he even know what the word meant? I doubt it, and so do you."
"You killed him, Semion."
"And you had Iliev murdered."
"I thought you'd changed your mind," Sever said. "I assumed you'd sent him after Bourne to expose me, to gain the upper hand by telling him about the Long Beach target. Don't look at me like that. Is it so strange? After all, we've been enemies longer than we've been allies."
"You've become paranoid," Icoupov said, though at the time he had sent his second in command to expose Sever. He'd temporarily lost faith in Sever's plan, had finally felt the risks to all of them were too great. From the beginning, he'd argued with Sever against bringing Bourne into the picture, but had acquiesced to Sever's argument that CI would bring Bourne into play sooner later. "Far better for us to preempt them, to put Bourne in play ourselves," Sever had said, capping his argument, and that had been the end of it, until now.
"We've both become paranoid."
"A sad fact," Icoupov said with a gasp of pain. It was true: Their great strength in working together without anyone in either camp knowing about it was also a weakness. Because their regimes ostensibly opposed each other, because the Black Legion's nemesis was in reality its closest ally, all other potential rivals shied away, leaving the Black Legion to operate without interference. However, the actions both men were sometimes obliged to take for the sake of appearance caused a subconscious erosion of trust between them.
Icoupov could feel that their level of distrust had achieved its highest point yet, and he sought to defuse it. "Pyotr killed himself-and, in fact, I was only defending myself. Did you know he hired Arkadin to kill me? What would you have had me do?"
"There were other options," Sever said, "but your sense of justice is an eye for an eye. For a Muslim you have a great deal of the Jewish Old Testament in you. And now it appears that that very justice is about to be turned on you. Arkadin will kill you, if he can get his hands on you." Sever laughed. "I'm the only one who can save you now. Ironic, isn't it? You kill my son and now I have the power of life and death over you."
"We always had the power of life and death over each other." Icoupov still struggled to gain equality in the conversation. "There were casualties on both sides-regrettable but necessary. The more things change the more they stay the same. Except for Long Beach."
"There's the problem precisely," Sever said. "I've just come from interrogating Arthur Hauser, our man on the inside. As such, he was monitored by my people. Earlier today, he got cold feet; he met with a member of Black River. It took me some time to convince him to talk, but eventually he did. He told this woman-Moira Trevor-about the software flaw."
"So Black River knows."
"If they do," Sever said, "they aren't doing anything about it. Hauser also told me that they withdrew from NextGen; Black River isn't handling their security anymore."
"Who is?"
"It doesn't matter," Sever said. "The point is the tanker is less than a day away from the California