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cross-purposes with the rest of the team-cooperating with another agency or even another government-this was the first line of security.
        The computer automatically flagged any activity that did not have a log entry ordering or corroborating it.
        Right now Paul Hood was not looking for moles. He was looking for lambs.
        The sacrificial kind. If Senator Fox and the Congressional Intelligence Oversight Committee wanted cutbacks he had to be prepared to make them.
        The question was where?
        Hood clicked on Bob Herbert's intelligence department.
        He scrolled through the names. Could Herbert get by with just daytime surveillance of e-mail communications in Europe?
        Not likely. Spies worked around the clock. What about a single liaison with the CIA and the FBI instead of one for each? Probably.
        He would ask Herbert which one he wanted to lose. Hood moved the cursor to the tech division. What about Matt Stoll? Could he survive without a satellite interface officer or a computer resources upgrade manager?
        Matt could out source the work he needed whenever they had to eavesdrop on foreign communications satellites or change hardware or software. It would be inconvenient but it would not be debilitating.
        He double-clicked on the upgrade manager and the position disappeared.
        Hood's heart sped up as he checked the next department.
        It was the office of the press liaison. Did Op-Center really need someone to issue news releases and organize press conferences?
        If Senator Fox were afraid that the National Crisis Management Center was too visible, then the press officer and her one assistant should be the first to go.
        Hood stared at the computer. Never mind what Senator Fox thought. What did he think?
        Hood did not see the list. He saw the face of Ann Farris.
        After years of flirting the two had finally spent a night together.
        It was at once the most wonderful and devastating encounter of Hood's life. Wonderful because he and Ann cared about each other, deeply.
        Devastating because Hood had to acknowledge that a bond existed. It was even stronger than the one he had felt when he encountered his old lover Nancy Jo Bosworth in Germany. Yet he was still married to Sharon. He had his children's well-being to consider, not to mention his own. And he would have to deal with Sharon's feelings if she ever found out. Though Hood loved being close to Ann this was not the time for another relationship.
        And what would Ann think? After a rough divorce of her own, Ann Farris was not a very secure woman. She was poised when meeting the press and she was a terrific single mother. But those were what psychologist Liz Gordon had once described at an employee "Job vs. Parenting" seminar as "reactionary qualities." Ann responded to external stimuli with good, natural instincts. Inside, where she had allowed Paul to go, she was a scared little girl. If Hood let her go she would think he was doing it to keep her away. If he kept her she would think he was playing favorites, protecting her.
        Personally and professionally it was a no-win situation.
        And Hood was not even considering how the rest of Op Center would react.
        They had to know what was going on between him and Ann. They were a tight-knit office and an intelligence group. This had to be the worst-kept secret on the base.
        Hood continued to stare at the screen. He no longer saw Ann Farris's face. He saw only her name. The bottom line was that Hood had to do his job, whatever the consequences.
        He could not do that if he let personal feelings interfere.
        Hood double-clicked the mouse. Not on a name but on an entire two-person department.
        A moment later the press division was gone.

CHAPTER EIGHT.
        
        Srinagar, India Wednesday, 4:41 p. m.
        Ron Friday felt as though someone