The Lazarus Vendetta - By Robert Ludlum Page 0,5

conversations. A number of troubling phrases crop up again and again, all in reference to the planned rally. There's constant talk about 'the big event' or 'the action at Teller,'" the CIA chief said. "My people have heard it overseas. So has the NSA. And the FBI is picking up the same undercurrents here at home. Correct, Bob?"

Zeller nodded gravely.

"That's what has your analysts in such a lather?" Castilla shook his head, plainly unimpressed. "People e-mailing each other about a political protest?" He snorted. "Good God, any rally that might draw thirty or forty thousand people all the way out to Santa Fe is a pretty damned big event! New Mexico is my home turf and I doubt half that many ever showed up for any speech I ever made."

"When members of the Sierra Club or the Wilderness Federation talk that way, I don't worry," Hanson told him softly. "But even the simplest words can have very different meanings when they are used by certain dangerous groups and individuals. Deadly meanings."

"You're talking about these so-called 'radical elements'?"

"Yes, sir."

"And just who are these dangerous folks?"

"Most are allied in one way or another with the Lazarus Movement, Mr. President," Hanson said carefully.

Castilla frowned. "This is an old, old song of yours, David."

The other man shrugged. "I'm aware of that, sir. But the truth doesn't become any less true just because it's unpalatable. When viewed as a whole, our recent intelligence on the Lazarus Movement is extremely alarming. The Movement is metastasizing and what was once a relatively peaceful political and environmental alliance is rapidly altering itself into something far more secretive, dangerous, and deadly." He looked across

firmed Director of Central Intelligence, said coolly. He was echoed a moment later by Robert Zeller, the acting director of the FBI.

Castilla eyed both men briefly, but he kept his attention focused on Hanson. The head of the CIA was the tougher and more formidable of the pair - despite the fact that he looked more like a bantam-weight mild-mannered college professor from the 1950s, complete with the obligatory bow tie, than he did a fire-breathing advocate of clandestine action and special operations.

Although his counterpart, the FBI's Bob Zeller, was a decent man, he was way out of his depth in Washington's sea of swirling political intrigue. Tall and broad-shouldered, Zeller looked good on television, but he should never have been moved up from his post as the senior U.S. attorney in Atlanta. Not even on a temporary basis while the White House staff looked for a permanent replacement. At least the ex-Navy linebacker and longtime federal prosecutor knew his own weaknesses. He mostly kept his mouth shut in meetings and usually wound up backing whoever he thought carried the most clout.

Hanson was a completely different case. If anything, the Agency veteran was too adept at playing power politics. During his long tenure as chief of the CIA's Operations Directorate, he had built a firm base of support among the members of the House and Senate intelligence committees. A great many influential congressmen and senators believed that David Hanson walked on water. That gave him a lot of maneuvering room, even room to buck the president who had just promoted him to run the whole CIA.

Castilla tapped the Threat Assessment with one blunt forefinger. "I see a whole lot of speculation in this document. What I do not see are hard facts." He read one sentence aloud. "'Communications intercepts of a nonspecific but significant nature indicate that radical elements among the demonstrators at Santa Fe may be planning violent action - either against the Teller Institute or against the president himself.'"

He took off his reading glasses and looked up. "Care to put that in plain English, David?"

"We're picking up increased charter, both over the Internet and in monitored phone conversations. A number of troubling phrases crop up again and again, all in reference to the planned rally. There's constant talk about 'the big event' or 'the action at Teller,'" the CIA chief said. "My people have heard it overseas. So has the NSA. And the FBI is picking up the same undercurrents here at home. Correct, Bob?"

Zeller nodded gravely.

"That's what has your analysts in such a lather?" Castilla shook his head, plainly unimpressed. "People e-mailing each other about a political protest?" He snorted. "Good God, any rally that might draw thirty or forty thousand people all the way out to Santa Fe is a pretty damned big event! New Mexico is my home turf and I

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