china.
âSo, what did you want to see?â
âAs much as possible. The aspects of the problem that concern me most are force strength and ally support. Iâll also be talking to some people who can tell me whatâs going on inside Iran.â
âI wish I knew that,â said Hart. Heâd regained his composure, but she felt distance now. Well, it was better than the patronizing attitude heâd started with. âSugar? Cream?â
âNo, thank you.⦠Iâll be going up to Riyadh this evening. There are State people waiting to brief me, and some host-country contacts I want to check out. The Saudis, of course, are the most important from our point of view.â
âIâd say thatâs accurate.â
âThen Abu Dhabi, then back here. Iâll want to see, if youâll pardon the cliché, the Navy in action. Can you arrange that?â
âI hope not in action, but we can fix you up. What kind of units do you want to visit?â
âA sample. Say a frigate, a cruiserâperhaps one of the convoys. Can you arrange that?â
âIâll put Jack on it. I donât see any problem, as long as you donât want to stay overnight.â Hart grinned as if his shoes hurt. âYou people have put some restrictions on what I can do with women aboard ship.â
That wasnât the way she understood it. At the last hearings, the admirals had fought increasing female recruitment tooth and nail. But sheâd argue that with him some other time. âWhat about the convoy?â
âWeâll have number four making up in three or four days. If youâre back by then, weâll fly you out.â
âIâll be here.â
âOn your travelsâthey sound extensiveâone thing I might suggest.â Hart grimaced. âIâd like to loan you a man. Say, Trudell. Donât take it wrong, Iâm just thinking of the impression youâll make on Arabs.â
âThank you, but I prefer to travel without a chaperon.â
Blair gave him a beat, but he didnât say anything more. So she looked at her watch. âI should be goingââ
âLieutenant!â
âSir.â
âTake Ms. Titus to the airport. Use my sedan. Then come right back; Iâll need it later.â
âAye aye, sir.â
Hart put out his hand. âThis has been an interesting meeting for me, Blair.â
âFor me, too.â
âLook, Iâm not used to you young, bright Capitol Hill types. Forgive me if I sounded ⦠chauvinistic?â
âIâm used to it. But itâs nice of you to apologize.â
âThere are some great restaurants in town. Maybe when you come back, we can take an evening off.â
Like hell we will, she thought. But she smiled, shook his hand politely, and followed Trudell out.
When she was gone, the staff officers in the corridor regarded one another with frank astonishment. âThat kike dyke. Whoâd she have to blow to get that job?â said one.
âWatch the language, fella,â said Byrne mildly. âSheâs on our side. I think.â
âBullshit, Jack! You heard her in there! They want to close us down! Leave the Gulf to the fucking Ayatollah!â
âCaptain Byrne.â Hart, angry, from the next office. âJack! Get in here, goddamn it.â
The captain turned away, heading toward the voice, but said quietly over his shoulder, âA lot can happen to change her mind.â
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
Trudell turned the Reliantâs AC on full blast and she leaned back, suddenly freezing and grateful for it. He slowed at the gate, returning the guardâs salute, then accelerated out toward the city.
She smiled grimly, remembering Hartâs feeble apology. She was sick of dealing with brass. A politician or a businessman learned to deal with all kinds of people. Everyone had power of some type, even if it was only a few