Part 50 (1/2)
Tam wasn't buying. ”Looks to me like it has a lot to do with
it.”
”Dr. Richardson, since I am no longer directly affiliated with MITI, I am not in a position to speak for every proposition arising there.
However, we both know that the ministry's responsibility is to provide long-range industrial planning. They often circulate scenarios for comment. It's part of their job.”
We were rapidly losing our footing. Noda was top-ranked swordsman. He'd kept his discipline and revealed nothing. He was telling us we hadn't found an opening. He was right. It was a cla.s.sic standoff.
Or it should have been. Strategically, we should have taken that moment to back away and a.n.a.lyze Noda's style, searching for his weakness. But instead Tam made what turned out to be a fatal move. She struck, exposing herself.
”Since according to you MITI is not involved in this program, there should be no problem if I contacted them directly and talked this over.
In j.a.pan.”
I wanted to yell no, don't tell him anything.
But it was too late.
”An excellent idea.” He nodded gravely, then turned to me. ”Do you intend to be part of this expedition as well, Mr. Walton?”
What to do? The only moves left now were defensive. No way was I going to let Tam face the beast alone. Also, if Noda had me, he wouldn't need Amy.
”I a.s.sume you can spare me here for a few days.”
”But we will all be in j.a.pan together.” He removed his thin, wireless spectacles. ”That is in fact the very matter I needed to discuss with you. It is time you both were brought more closely into the matters at hand. Beginning today. I've already made reservations on New York Helicopter, departing for Kennedy in two hours. From the East Thirty- fourth Street heliport.”
He had us. He'd seized the initiative, feinted us off balance, and defined the terms.
She tried to recover. ”When and where we go is something we intend to--”
”Ah, Dr. Richardson, one must seize the moment. It is past time you and Mr. Walton understood more fully the many levels of concern involved here. There are a number of things you need to see.” He smiled as he replaced his gla.s.ses. ”Because of the expected frequency of my travels in the coming months, I have just leased a Concorde. We refuel in Bahrain. I've been looking forward to having you both as my guests.”
”The answer is no.”
”Mr. Walton, I urge you not to forgo this opportunity too rashly.” He looked me over. ”In fact, since you are known to be an authority on j.a.panese arms, I could even arrange for you to have a firsthand look at the Imperial sword.”
”Forget it.”
”But the timing couldn't be more ideal. At the moment the sword has just been transferred to one of the metallurgy labs at Tsukuba Science City for minor repair work. Since Tsukuba is to be our destination as well, I can just telex the Imperial Household and instruct them to arrange a viewing date.” He smiled again. ”For a connoisseur such as yourself, nothing would please me more.”
There was something about the way he said it. I don't know. Maybe a strange glimmer flashed through his eyes. Looking back, I think that was the moment I first should have realized Matsuo Noda had decided he was G.o.d.
”You didn't hear me. We're not leaving now. At least not on your terms.”
”Mr. Walton, I really must insist.” He glanced over at Tam. ”What I intend to show you should be of extreme interest to you both.”
”I'll go when I'm ready.” She turned and headed for the door.
”Dr. Richardson, I'm afraid we all have no alternative.” He spoke quietly, his tone masking the harshness as he continued. ”These offices have been sealed. As a temporary security measure. There appears to have been an unauthorized access to the NEC mainframe here. However, I've decided to postpone criminal charges for the moment.” He smiled again. ”Besides, the time has come for you both to know everything.”
We were on our way. I looked out of the window on my side, down through the haze covering New York's East River just below us, and took Tam's hand. The NY chopper was a Sikorski S58T, twin engine, two pilots.