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the candle so she unbolted
the small window. It creaked as it opened, letting in a gentle mix of light
from the moon and the Embassy's windows.
    She started to
read:
    **EYES ONLY - BURN AFTER READING **
    My friend,
     
    I hope this finds you well.
I will trust you to do the right thing. I have done my homework on you and
understand that you are a patriot; as am I.
     
    I only ask that you never
attach my name to any of this.
     
     
    I have already risked my
reputation in leaking my belief that this war is un-winnable. I'm sure you've
read The Post's article, entitled: " Vietnam : The Signs of
Stalemate."
     
    But why do we remain in an
un-winnable war, bogged down in deadlock? I now believe a Military Industrial
Complex to be pulling the strings of this campaign.
     
    I know for a fact that the
warships Maddox and Turner Joy were not attacked by North Vietnamese torpedo
boats - this was a Lyndon Johnson lie. He used this lie to gain congressional
consent to attack Vietnam .
     
    Unfortunately the lies only
get bigger.
     
    All of my battle plans mustbe approved by the United Nations Security Council, located in New York City . A
Soviet General named Alexel Nesternko heads this office!
     
    Is he communist? Does he
pass this information on to communist forces? I don't know. I want you to find
out, as I cannot.
     
    Then there is the policy of
not pursuing the enemy into Cambodia . This simply gives the NVA sanctuary. They
can sit within spitting distance of us, in total safety.
     
    To not pursue the enemy
breaks every rule of combat!
     
    Consider the logic behind
not allowing our combat pilots to attack Surface-to-Air missile sites, until
the SAMs capable of shooting back. Ludicrous! Once again it breaks every rule
of combat.
     
    Other deeply concerning
anomalies also exist.
     
    This whole thing reeks of
conspiracy.
     
    When you arrive at you
destination, you will be met by a man named Benmore. He will provide you with
the information and equipment that you need.
     
    Remember, Saigon 's eyes are many.
     
    I will be in contact.
     
    Destroy this after reading!
    The door opened
and a jolt of fright rocked Amai's body. Danny walked in half asleep, his
tackle swinging from side-to-side.
    'Hey gorgeous,'
he mumbled. 'What you doing?'
    'Nothing.'
    Danny urinated
loudly into the bedpan.
    She went back to
bed. You idiot, she thought. But the information was significant enough
to justify a meeting with Triet. It would be their last.
    Danny got in
beside her. She cuddled into his back and hung her leg over his.
    Amai didn't
sleep. She lay beside Danny and made sleepy love with him in the early morning.
    Danny got up,
washed, and dressed.
    Suddenly, she
had to tell him. Confessing Tet to Danny would solve so many problems: Danny
would tell General Westmorland, and Triet's bloodbath would cease to exist;
Danny would use the story to get his prize, or whatever it was; and she would
dodge Military Intelligence.
    'Danny,' she
said. 'I forgot to mention - I've come across a very important story - a big
one.'
    Danny slid his
camera into his satchel. 'Yeah, babe. What is it?'
    She opened her
mouth but the words turned to glue on her tongue.
    'I've gotta go
babe. What's up?'
    'Nothing, darling. It can wait.'
    He bent down and
kissed her.
    'Hurry back,'
she said. 'I'll miss you.'
    He smiled. 'I
love you.'
    He left. She
listened to his footsteps going down the stairs.
    Something told
her that not telling him would be a decision she would regret for the rest of
her life.

5
    December 27, 0445
    A top the US Embassy's roof, Captain Nash of Military Intelligence
monitored Amai's building. He would've loved nothing more than to arrest Amai,
but he couldn't - not yet.
    Through the
circles of his Zeiss binoculars, he watched Danny leave via the front door, get
in his Press Corp jeep, and then drive away.
    Nash waited for
Amai.
    He had no proof
that she was a communist spy, but he knew she was. He grinned. She would lead
him to the big fish - in