"Yeah-well, he'll have to get a task force for that one," Hood said quietly.

"We Hoods are kind of spread out now."

Rodgers felt like an ass. Paul Hood was not living with his family anymore and his daughter, Harleigh, spent a lot of time in therapy. It was careless to have suggested that they might be at risk.

"Sorry, Paul. I didn't mean that literally," Rodgers said.

"It's all right," Hood replied.

"I know what you meant. I don't think Pike will cross that line, though.

We've got pretty good muckrakers and a great press liaison. He won't want to take any rivalry public."

Rodgers was not convinced of that. Hood's press liaison was Ann Pan-is.

For the last few days the office was quietly buzzing with the rumor that the divorcee and Paul Hood were having an affair. Ann had been staying late and the two had been spotted leaving Hood's hotel together one morning.

Rodgers did not care one way or the other as long as their relationship did not impact the smooth operation of the NCMC.

"Speaking of family, how is Harleigh doing?" Rodgers asked. The general was eager to get off the subject of Pike before leaving for India. The idea of fighting his own people was loathsome to him.

Though the men did not socialize very much, Rodgers was close enough to Hood to ask about his family.

"She's struggling with what happened in New York and with me moving out," Hood said.

"But she's got a good support system and her brother's being a real trouper."

"Alexander's a good kid. Glad to hear he's stepping up to the plate.

What about Sharon?" Rodgers asked.

"She's angry," Hood said.

"She has a right to be."

"It will pass," Rodgers said.

"Liz says it may not," Hood replied.

Liz was Liz Gordon, Op-Center's psychologist. Though she was not counseling Harleigh, she was advising Hood.

"Hopefully, the intensity of Sharon's anger will diminish," Hood went on.

"I don't think she and I will ever be friends again. But with any luck we'll have a civil relationship."

"You'll get there," Rodgers said.

"Hell, that's more than I've ever had with a woman."

Hood thought for a moment then grinned.

"That's true, isn't it? Goes all the way back to your friend Biscuit in the fifth grade."

"Yeah," Rodgers replied.

"Look, you're a diplomat. I'm a soldier. I'm a prisoner to my scorched earth nature."

Hood's grin became a smile.

"I may need to borrow some of that fire for my dealings with Senator Fox."

"Stall her till I get back," Rodgers said.

"And just keep an eye on Pike. I'll work on him when I get back."

"It's a deal," Hood said.

"Stay safe, okay?"

Rodgers nodded and the men shook hands.

The general felt uneasy as he headed toward the elevator.