himself in the lead car. Otherwise they'd have used helicopters. But Britain wasn't entirely devoid of civilization. They stopped at a roadside McDonald's for Egg McMuffins and coffee. Sandy snorted at the cholesterol intake. She'd been chiding John about it for months. Then she thought about the previous night.
“John?”
“Yes, honey?”
“Who were they`.?”
“Who, the guys on the airplane''” He looked over and got a nod. “Not sure. probably Basque separatists. It
looked like they were after the Spanish ambassador, but they screwed up big-time. He wasn't aboard, just his wife.”
“They were trying to hijack the airplane?”
“Yep, they sure were.”
“Isn't that scary?”
John nodded thoughtfully. “Yes, it is. Well, would have been scarier if they were competent, but they weren't.” An inner smile. Boy, did they ever pick the wrong fight! But he couldn't laugh about it now, not with his wife sitting next to him, on the wrong side of the road-a fact that had him looking up in some irritation. It felt very wrong to be on the left side of the road, driving along at . . . eighty miles per hour? Damn. Didn't they have speed limits here?
“What'll happen to them?” Sandy persisted.
'There's an international treaty. The Canadians will ship them back to the States for trial-Federal Court. They'll be tried, convicted, and imprisoned for air piracy. They'll be behind bars for a long time." And they were lucky at that, Clark didn't add. Spain might well have been a little more unpleasant about it.
“First time in a long time something like that happened.”
“Yep.” Her husband agreed. You had to be a real dolt ;u hijack airplanes, but dolts, it appeared, were not yet an endangered species. That was why he was the Six of an orginization called Rainbow. There is good news and there is bad news, the memo he'd written had begun. As usual, it wasn't couched in bureaucratese; it was a language Clark had never quite learned despite his thirty years in CIA.
With the demise of the Soviet Union and other nation states with political positions adverse to American and Western interests, the likelihood of a major international confrontation is at an all-time low. This, clearly, is the best of good news.
But along with that we must face thefact that there remain many experienced and trained international terrorists still roaming the world, some with lingering contacts with national intelligence agencies - plus the fact that some nations, while not desirous of a direct confrontation with American or other Western nations, could still make use of the remaining terrorist `free agents "for more narrow political goals.
If anything, this problem is very likely to grow, since under the previous world situation, the major nation states placed firm limits on terrorist activity-these limits enforced by controlled access to weapons, funding, training, and safehavens.
It seems likely that the current world situation will invert the previous “understanding” enjoyed by the major countries. The price of support, weapons, training, and safehavens might well become actual terrorist activity, not the ideological purity previously demanded by sponsoring nation states.
The most obvious solution to this-probably-increasing
problem will be a new multinational counterterrorist team.
I propose the code name Rainbow. I further propose that the
organization be based in the United Kingdom. The reasons
for this are simple:
• The UK currently, owns and operates the Special Air Service, the world's foremost-that is, most experienced-specialoperations agency.
• London is the world's most accessible city in terms of commercial air travel-in addition to which the SAS has a very cordial relationship with British Airways.
• The legal environment is particularly advantageous, due to press restrictions possible under British law but not American.
• The long-standing “special relationship” between American and British governmental