"I just don't know," McCoy said. "I'll call if-"
"You'll see him at the hotel," Pickering interrupted. "Now get out of
here."
She blew him a kiss and left.
Pickering looked at McCoy.
"'We drove up'?" he quoted. "'I have our car?" When McCoy didn't answer, Pickering went on. "You could do a hell of a lot worse than that girl, Ken. I always hoped she'd marry Pick."
"Yes, Sir. She told me. So did her father."
"Her family scare you? Their money?"
"I don't think people who earn their living the way I do should get married," McCoy said.
"I just heard about the Mongolian Operation yesterday. Is that it?"
"That's part of it, General."
"Well, since it's none of my business, I think you're wrong. Take what you can when you can get it, Ken. Life is no rehearsal."
"Yes, Sir."
"I admitted it was none of my business," Pickering said.
"Maybe I'd feel the same way you do." There was a knock at the door and Sergeant Hart came in.
"Colonel Rickabee and the others are here, Sir."
"Major Dillon, too?"
"Yes, Sir." Pickering waved his hand, signaling Hart to bring them in.
"Thank you for coming, Jake," Pickering said. "I think it's important. Is this going to get you in hot water with General -Whatsisname? -Stewart?"
"I sent word that I was sick," Dillon replied, "and sent the film over there by messenger. It'll be all right."
"General, I can call General Stewart," Rickabee volunteered.
"Hold off on doing that a while," Pickering said.
"Jake, you don't know McCoy, do you?" ?"
"Only by reputation. Killer McCoy, right
"He doesn't like that, don't call him that again," Pickering said, giving him a hard look.
"Sorry, Lieutenant," Dillon said, shaking McCoy's hand. "No offense."
"None taken, Sir," McCoy said, not entirely convincingly.
"I guess you've seen this?" Dillon said, taking a copy of the m his pocket and INS story about Machine Gun McCoy fro handing it to him with a smile.
"Yes, Sir, I've seen it."
"This one came by messenger this morning," Dillon said.
"There's talk about making a flick about him."
"I heard they're thinking about making a movie about the Makin raid," McCoy said.
"Not thinking. They approved the treatment, a screenplay is in the works, and they signed Randolph Scott to play Colonel Carlson."
" Jesus Christ," McCoy said disgustedly. "Why not Errol Flynn?"
"Sir, does The General want Lieutenant Moore and Sergeant Hart in on this?" Colonel Rickabee asked.
"I told you to knock off that `The General' crap," Pickering said sharply, which Rickabee correctly interpreted to mean that The General was at least slightly hung over and in a nasty mood. "And, yeah, I think so," Pickering went on. "Does that pose a security clearance problem for you?"
"No, Sir. Sergeant Hart is cleared to TOP SECRET. And no problem, of course, with Moore."
"OK, then. They stay," Pickering ordered. "I think they're going to be involved in this anyway, to one degree or another."
"Yes, Sir."
"On the security business, what is said in this room, for reasons that will become obvious, is classified TOP SECRET," Pickering said. "Everybody understand that?" There was a chorus of "Yes, Sir."
"Let me state the problem, then," Pickering said. "Our first priority is to keep Ferdinand Six up and running. Our second priority is to get Howard and Koffler off Buka-and Reeves too, probably. Just as soon as I can get out of here, my intention is to go back to Australia and get our people to do whatever is necessary to bring Howard and Koffler back. For reasons I don't want to get into, they seem to have just written them off."
"No, Sir," Colonel Rickabee said, flatly.
"I beg your pardon?"
" You can't go back over there, General, That's out of the question," Rickabee said.
Pickering looked at him coldly. There was a long and awkward silence.
When Pickering finally spoke, it was not in response to Rickabee.
"Hart has no idea what the rest of us will be talking about,"
he said. "And I really don't know how much McCoy knows."
"I read the file last night, Sir," McCoy said.