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has raised the stakes on us. They’re no longer going for numbers. They’re going for well ‐ known names in the heart of our system.”
     
    The President looked thoughtfully at McCallister then at each of the others. “Maybe so, gentlemen. Maybe so.” He pondered a moment, knowing the last to see her was his close friend, Victor Sherwyck. “I know what we heard at the meeting, but do you think we might be overreacting? Maybe she is taking some extra time with someone—if you know what I mean.”
     
    “ It’s a terrorist operation,” said Stanford Howard, the national security adviser. “The CIA’s source has always been a good one. Warlock doesn’t pop up often, but he’s always been on the money.”
     
    “ Who is this Warlock, anyway?” the President asked.
     
    “ It’s an unusual setup, Mr. President,” the national security adviser replied. Stanford Howard quickly looked at each of the men around him to assure himself that all had the level of security clearance to hear what he was about to say.
     
    “ Would you excuse us, please?” Howard said facing two of the aides.
     
    The two dutifully left the room.
     
    When the door to the Oval Office closed, Howard spoke. “Warlock presented himself to Senator Everret Dunne. Dunne was a junior member of the Foreign Relations Committee. He approached Dunne in Moscow during an exchange visit. Said he found religion. He’s been feeding us information through Senator Dunne ever since.”
     
    “ Found religion?”
     
    “ Yes, sir. Apparently he was turned by some life ‐ changing experience with his cohorts in the secret police.”
     
    “ He doesn’t ask for anything in return?”
     
    “ No, Mr. President. He claims it’s his duty to his fellow ‐ man. For a stable world.”
     
    “ Yeah, right!” the President mocked. “So, who the hell is he?”
     
    The national security adviser glanced at each of the men present and spoke somberly. Senator Dunne says his name is Nicholai Kuznetsov. He was high level KGB.”
     
    “ Senator Dunne says this, Senator Dunne says that,” the President mimicked. “Is this for real? What does the CIA say? Is this old KGB? Warmed ‐ over KGB, the Russian Organization for State Security? Russian mafia? What?”
     
    “ That’s just it, Mr. President,” Stanford Howard said hesitatingly. “The one condition Warlock gave was that no one else know anything about him—only Senator Dunne. Dunne is the conduit,” the national security adviser explained. “Dunne passes the information to CIA through Bob Coulson, head of counterintelligence at Langley. And Warlock has been genuine each of the times he’s given us information.”
     
    “ Why isn’t the CIA handling him?” the President asked. “This is very unusual.”
     
    “ Yes, sir,” Stanford Howard answered sheepishly. “Warlock insisted it be outside the CIA.” The national security adviser paused, then continued cautiously—“He says we’re infiltrated. He’d be exposed. So he deals with us only through Senator Dunne.”
     
    “ Infiltrated?” the President asked sternly. “Again?”
     
    “ I’m certain, we’re not, Mr. President,” Howard assured. “Not anymore. We’ve taken extraordinary measures since the last time. But it’s a common fear of any informant.”
     
    “ More like paranoia,” adviser McCallister added for emphasis.
     
    There was an embarrassed silence. The President did not seem persuaded by the assurances.
     
    “ Why Senator Dunne?” the President asked with a skeptical look still on his face.
     
    “ It just worked out, I guess,” the national security adviser replied. “The contact through Senator Dunne seemed to have been secure all these years, so Warlock trusted it. Now Dunne is Chairman of the Senate Intelligence Committee. Warlock couldn’t have dreamed of a more high ‐ placed sounding board.”
     
    “ Or patsy,” the President felt obligated to say. “How does Langley take all