Jack Ryan 5 - The Cardinal of the Kremlin by Tom Clancy

don't fool with their women.”
    “Shit.” The officer snorted. “These ignorant savages—” Ortiz cut him off.
    “Captain, the next time I hear you say that, or even think it real loud, will be your last day here. These people are working for us. They're bringing us stuff that we can't get any place else. You will, repeat will treat them with the respect they deserve. Is that clear?”
    “Yes, sir.” Christ, this guy's turned into a sand nigger himself.
     

Jack Ryan 5 - The Cardinal of the Kremlin
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     impressive—if you can figure out what they're doing.“ Jack yawned. He'd taken the same Air Force transport back to Andrews from
    
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    , and was behind in his sleep again. For all the times this had happened to him, he'd never quite learned to deal with it. ”That Gregory kid is smart as hell. He took about two seconds to identify the Bach installation, practically word for word with the NPIC assessment." The difference was that the photointerpreters at the
    
    
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     had taken four months and three written report to get it right.
    “You think he belongs in the assessment team?” “Sir, that's like asking if you want to have surgeons in the operating room. Oh, by the way, he wants us to infiltrate somebody into Bach.” Ryan rolled his eyes.
    Admiral Greer nearly dropped his cup. “That kid must watch ninja movies.”
    “It is nice to know that somebody believes in us.” Jack chuckled, then turned serious. “Anyway, Gregory wants know if they've made a breakthrough in laser power output―excuse me, I think the new term is 'throughput.' He suspects that most of the new power from the hydroelectric dam will go to Bach.”
    Greer's eyes narrowed. “That's an evil thought. Do think he's right?”
    “They've got a lot of good people in lasers, sir. Nikolay Bosov, remember, won the Nobel Prize, and he's been laser-weapons research ever since, along with Yevgeniy
     Velikhov, noted peace activist, and the head of the Laser Institute is Dmitri Ustinov's son, for God's sake. Site Bach is almost certainly a sparse array laser. We need to know what kind of lasers, though—could be gas-dynamic, free-electron, chemical. He thinks it'll be the free-electron kind, but that's just a guess. He gave me figures to establish the advantage of putting the laser assembly on this hilltop, where it's above about half of the atmosphere, and we know how much energy it takes to do some of the things they want to do. He said he'd try to do some backwards computations to estimate the total power of the system. The figures will be on the conservative side. Between what Gregory said, and the establishment of the residential facilities at Mozart, we have to assume that this site is intended to go into formal test and evaluation in the near future, maybe operational in two or three years. If so, Ivan may soon have a laser that can snuff one of our satellites right out of business. Probably a soft kill, the Major says—it'll smoke the camera receptors and the photovoltaic cells. But the next step—”
    “Yeah. We're in a race, all right.”
    “What are the chances that Ritter and the Operations people can find out something inside one of those Bach-site buildings?”
    “I suppose we can discuss the possibility,” Greer said diffidently, and changed the subject. “You look a little ragged.”
    Ryan got the message: he didn't need to know what Operations had in mind. He could talk like a normal person now. “All this traveling around has been pretty tiring. If you don't mind, sir, I'd just as soon take the rest of the day off.”
    “Fair enough. See you tomorrow. But first—Jack? I got a call about you from the Securities and Exchange Commission.”
    “Oh.” Jack bowed his head. “I forgot all about that. They called me right before I flew to
    
    
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