Chapters (53)
- BALANCE OF POWER
- Acknowledgments
- About The Creators
- ONE
- TWO
- THREE
- FOUR
- FIVE
- SIX
- SEVEN
- EIGHT
- NINE
- TEN
- ELEVEN
- TWELVE
- THIRTEEN
- FOURTEEN
- FIFTEEN
- SIXTEEN
- SEVENTEEN
- EIGHTEEN
- NINETEEN
- TWENTY
- TWENTY-ONE
- TWENTY-TWO
- TWENTY-THREE
- TWENTY-FOUR
- TWENTY-FIVE
- TWENTY-SIX
- TWENTY-SEVEN
- TWENTY-EIGHT
- TWENTY-NINE
- THIRTY
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- THIRTY-THREE
- THIRTY-FOUR
- THIRTY-FIVE
- THIRTY-SIX
- THIRTY-SEVEN
- THIRTY-EIGHT
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- FIFTY
Ambassador Neville had taken the problem back to the State Department. Secretary of State Av Lincoln decided that the State Department couldn't afford to become involved at this early stage. If the matter exploded and they were shown to have had a hand in it, it would be difficult for the United States to help negotiate a peace. Lincoln asked Op-Center to make the initial contact and ascertain what, if anything, the United States could do to defuse the potential crisis.
Martha zipped her blue windbreaker against the sudden chill of night. "I can't stress this enough," she said. "Madrid is not the underbelly of Mexico City. The briefings at Op-Center didn't cover this because we didn't have time. But as different as the various peoples of Spain are, they all believe in one thing: honor. Yes, there are aberrations. There are bad seeds in any society. And yes, the standards aren't consistent and they definitely aren't always humanistic. There may be one kind of honor among politicians and another kind among killers. But they always play by the rules of the profession."
"So those three little pigs who insisted that they show us around when we left the hotel," Aideen said sharply, "the one who put his hand on my butt and kept it there. They were acting according to some kind of honorable sexual harassers' code?"
"No," Martha said. "They were acting according to a street extortionists' code."
Aideen's eyes narrowed. "Excuse me?"
"Those men wouldn't have hurt us," Martha said. "That would have been against the rules. And the rules are that they follow women, pester them, and keep at it until they get a payoff to leave them alone. I was about to give them one when you acted."
"You were?"
Martha nodded. "That's how it's done here. As for the police you would have gone to, many of them collect kickbacks from the street extortionists to look the other way. Get it through your head. Playing the game, however corrupt it seems, is still diplomacy."
"But what if you hadn't known about their 'profession,' their code? I didn't." Aideen lowered her voice. "I was worried about having our backpacks stolen and our covers blown."