Term Limits

chapter Twenty-Five

"Two."

"Who were they?"

"Claude Lapoint and Jean Bastreuo." Stansfield gripped his forehead and squeezed hard, wondering how the interrogators had managed to find out about one of the most classified operations in the history of the Agency. The generic computer voice continued, "Why were they killed?"

"Because they were ungrateful bastards."

"Could you be more specific?"

"They were the leaders of a movement within the French parliament that wanted all U.S. nuclear weapons removed from French soil."

"Did anyone in the French government know that the CIA had killed two of their elected officials?"

"No."

"How did you kill them without getting caught?"

"We made it look like French revolutionaries did it."

"While you were with the CIA, did you conduct other operations similar to this?"

"Yes."

"Since you left the CIA, have you conducted any operations similar to the one that you ran in France?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever conducted an operation like this in the United States?"

Stansfield's eyes opened with the realization of where the confession was headed. "Yes."

"Did you use the recent string of assassinations as a cover to kill Senator Olson and Congressman Turnquist?"

"Yes." Roach shook his head and said, "Oh my God."

"Why did you kill Senator Olson and Congressman Turnquist?"

"I had Olson killed for my own personal reasons and Turnquist . . . we killed him to confuse the FBI and the CIA."

"Why did you kill Senator Olson?"

"I hated him. He was a weak man who had no business interfering in the operations of the Agency."

"Why did you hate him?"

"He blocked my nomination for director of the CIA. I should have been the next director, but instead Stansfield, that weak imbecile, got it, and it was all Olson's doing."

"Who else was involved in your plot to kill Senator Olson and Congressman Turnquist?"

"Mike Nance and Stu Garret." Roach shook his head and said, "Unbelievable."

"Why did they want Olson killed?"

"Olson was going to announce that the new coalition was a sham. That their proposed budget cuts were fake."

"Garret and Nance wanted to have him killed for that?" "It was my idea, and Nance brought Garret in on it because we knew how desperate he was to get control of the situation. Besides, we knew if we killed some Federal agents, it would undermine the public support for the terrorists."

"What were you getting out of the deal?"

"Garret said he would get the President to force Stansfield out and replace him with me.

With Olson gone no one would block my nomination."

"Did the President know about your plans?"

"I don't know." After several tense moments of static, the tape ended.

Roach and Stansfield shared a long, shocked look. Michael watched them from the other end of the table. O'Rourke knew that Stansfield was taking the new information the hardest. It was his agency that would suffer the most if the tape became public. Roach leaned over and whispered in Stansfield's ear, "Is there any truth to the story about  the CIA assassinating two members of the French parliament?" Not wanting to give a verbal response, Stansfield nodded his head yes.

Roach took a deep breath and said, "We've got some major problems."

"There's more." McMahon held up a white piece of paper covered in plastic. "This is addressed to the two of you." McMahon looked at Roach and Stansfield and started to read aloud: "'After hearing the tape, it should be painfully obvious to you why we left Mr. Higgins's body at Stu Garret's house. If we were the crazed terrorists that the President and his people have portrayed us to be, we would release this tape to every media organization in the world. The damage to America would be devastating. We would become the pariahs of the international community, the office of the presidency would be ruined, the American people's faith in the system would be destroyed, and the CIA would be shut down within twenty-four hours. "'We do not want to see America torn apart over the selfish and evil actions of a select few, but the actions of Mike Nance and Stu Garret cannot go unpunished. In exchange  for not releasing Mr. Higgins's confession, we demand the following: Mike Nance will announce his resignation by noon tomorrow and retreat permanently from public life. Thirty days from now, Stu Garret will also announce his resignation and cease any involvement in the American political process, at any level. Within six months, both Nance and Garret will be expected to convert half of their net worth and donate it anonymously to the families of the eight Federal law enforcement officers they killed. None of this is negotiable. If at any point  Nance and Garret attempt to renege on this arrangement, we will hunt them down and kill them. "'We are unsure as to what involvement President Stevens had in this plot and, for now, are willing to allow him to stay in office if he meets the following conditions: He will act as a bridge between the two parties and cease all partisan politics.

He will put together a balanced budget for the next fiscal year, and he will meet all of our previous demands regarding a national crime bill and a national sales tax to retire the national debt. If these demands are met, we will allow Stevens to run for reelection. If the President wavers at any point, we will release the tape to the media. "'The second part of our demands involves the FBI. Director Roach, we do not expect you to condone what we have done, but you must at least  recognize the differences between what we did and what Mr. Higgins,Mr. Nance, and Mr. Garret did. We murdered four corrupt politicians in an attempt to restore some integrity and common sense to a political system that has none. Mr. Higgins, Mr. Nance, and Mr. Garret murdered two of the only honest politicians in Washington and eight Federal law enforcement officers, all for their own perverted self-interests. "'If you agree not to prosecute Mr. Nance and Mr. Garret, you must also agree to never bring forth any indictments regarding the assassinations of Senator Fitzgerald, Congressman Koslowski, Senator Downs, and Speaker Basset. We understand the compromising situation this puts you in, but considering the piece of information in our possession, we think it a reasonable trade-off.

"'For your own safety and the integrity of the FBI, we would also suggest that the President, Mr. Nance, and Mr. Garret be kept in the dark about your knowledge of our deal. It would be best for all if Director Stansfield handled the negotiations with the White House. We  will await the announcement of Mike Nance's resignation. If it is not made public by noon tomorrow, we will be left with no other option than to release the tape."" McMahon set the letter down. Director Stansfield closed his eyes and gently shook his head. Everyone waited for him to speak. He rose and said, "Please excuse Director Roach and me for a moment." Stansfield walked to the side door that led to his office and Roach followed. Stansfield closed the heavy, soundproof  door and walked over to the large picture window. "Well, that's one hell of a confession." Roach looked at Stansfield's back and asked, "Do you believe it?" Stansfield nodded. "Unfortunately, yes." His answer was followed by more silence. Roach placed a hand under his chin. "I'm not sure it would be admissible in a court of law."

Stansfield shook his head and waved his hand as if batting the idea out of the air. "Let's not even entertain that line of logic. If they release that tape, we are in serious trouble, and I mean the entire country. Arthur's body has been identified by the media, and they have footage of him lying propped up against Garret's fence. Those two French politicians were in fact killed back in the early sixties, and the CIA was behind it." Stansfield pointed toward the conference room.

"Brian, everything those assassins said is true. That tape will tear America apart."

"What do we do then?"

"We have to take the deal, and we have to work fast." Roach sighed.

"Can we trust these assassins?" Stansfield turned around with hatred on his face. "Apparently we can trust them a hell of lot more than the national security adviser and the President's chief of staff."

"What in the hell were they thinking?"

"I have no idea."

"Do you think the President knew what they were up to?"

"My gut tells me no, but I haven't had enough time to thoroughly analyze the situation." Stansfield looked at his watch. "Brian, we have to move on this. A lot has to happen between now and noon tomorrow. My decision is a foregone conclusion. We have to do everything in our power to make sure that tape never goes public."

Roach paused. "I don't want that tape to go public either, but I sure as hell don't like the idea of Nance and Garret just walking away."

"Brian, I have a feeling that within the next year these assassins will take care of Mr. Garret and Mr. Nance, and . . . if they don't ..

. I will have them taken care of. That is between you and me, friend to friend, not director to director." Roach looked into Stansfield's eyes and reminded himself that his friend played by a different set of rules.

"We really don't have much of a choice, do we?"

"No . . . so you agree to meet their demands?"

"Yes, but I'm not sure I can guarantee that no indictments will be brought forth. What if Skip finds out who these assassins are?"

"I'll gladly deal with that problem if it ever happens, but something tells me we'll never know who was behind this. They were right about another thing. You have to be left out of the loop. If this blows up in our face, the FBI must have complete deniability. The American people are going to have to turn to something for hope, and if the FBI is implicated in the cover-up, it will really look bad."

"I suppose you're right." Roach considered his options for a minute and then said, "Let's go talk to the others." Michael, sitting next to McMahon, was trying to stay in character. Acting mad was not hard, but acting naive was. He kept reminding himself what he should and shouldn't know. Fortunately, everyone was so shocked by Higgins's confession that they'd been too preoccupied to ask him questions.

Roach took a seat and Stansfield remained standing. The director of the CIA crossed his arms and said, "It goes without saying that this is a very difficult situation. For reasons that we are all aware of, Brian and I have decided to try and meet the demands of the assassins.

If you have any opinions, now is the time to voice them." Stansfield looked to Irene Kennedy first. Kennedy glanced up at her boss and shook her head no.

Kennedy knew full well that they were boxed in. The only reasonable action was to take the deal. McMahon was next. He shifted uncomfortably in his chair. "I understand that our options are limited, but I think Garret and Nance are getting off way too easy. I think they should be strung up by their balls and left for the vultures."

"I can relate to your desire for retribution," said Stansfield. "As I was just telling Brian, I would be surprised if these assassins let either of them live for more than a year."

"What about my investigation?" asked McMahon. "If you catch them, we will cross that bridge when we get to it. Do you have it in you to let them go if it comes to that?" asked Stansfield. McMahon glanced over at Roach while he thought about the question. From the very beginning he'd had a gnawing respect for the unknown group. "If they turn out to be the type of people I think they are, and they really do have patriotic motives..." McMahon paused. "I'll look the other way."

"Congressman?" asked Stansfield. Michael leaned back and said, "I'm not crazy about the cover-up, but given the situation, I don't see any other alternative." Stansfield nodded. "We are all in agreement then.

Before we proceed, I need to know if anyone else knows about this tape.

Congressman?" Stansfield looked to Michael for an answer. With a calm face Michael replied, "I haven't told anyone."

"Skip?"

"No. As soon as Congressman O'Rourke played the tape for us, we came straight here."

"Irene?"

"Good." Stansfield looked at his watch. "I am going to go to the White House alone to handle the negotiations." Michael cleared his throat and got Stansfield's attention. "Sir, I would like to come along."

Stansfield studied O'Rourke briefly and replied, "I think it would be best if I handled it alone."

"I'm sure you do, but Senator Olson was a very good friend of mine. I want to see the look on their faces when they realize they're not going to get away with this." IT WAS MIKE NANCE'S TURN TO BE NERVOUS, BUT YOU WOULDN'T KNOW IT by looking at him. He sat with his perfect posture and minimal movement.

Underneath, however, he wasn't so composed. Stu Garret was pacing back and forth in front of Nance's desk with an optimistic smile on his face, even though they had just spent the last half an hour getting yelled at by the President. Stevens was irate that he had been left out of the loop and that Garret and Nance had been involved in a scheme that could get Stevens impeached or worse. Nance was worried about other things. He tried to ignore Garret as he blabbered on. "I think we're going to be okay. I really think everything is going to work out. Stansfield bought the whole blackmail story .... Jim will calm down in a couple of weeks and realize that we were only trying to protect him, and I know Arthur was a friend of yours, but, Jesus, he gave me the creeps. I have to admit I feel a lot better knowing that he took what he knows to the grave." Without turning his head Nance looked up at Garret out of the corner of his eye and said, "Shut up, Stu."

"Hey, I'm only trying to lay everything out so we know where we're at."

"I know where I am, and I don't need you to point out the obvious. So kindly keep your mouth shut for several minutes. I'm trying to think."

Garret sat down on the couch and mumbled to himself. Nance turned his chair around so he wouldn't have to look at him. Why had Stansfield left the meeting so abruptly, just when things were heating up? They weren't out of the woods yet. He thought of mentioning that fact to Garret, but knew he preferred Garret's current obnoxious state to his  frantic, panicked one. Michael sat in the back of the armor-plated Cadillac with Stansfield. He was somewhat relieved that Director Stansfield was not a big talker.

O'Rourke guessed correctly that Stansfield was preparing for his confrontation with Nance and Garret. Stansfield had almost called the White House to schedule the meeting, but at the last minute he decided it would be better if they surprised Garret and Nance. When they were less than a mile from the White House, Stansfield picked up the secure phone and dialed the number for Jack Lortch's office. Lortch answered and Stansfield said, "Jack, this is Director Stansfield. I need an emergency meeting with the President, Mike Nance, and Stu Garret. I'm about to enter the underground parking garage of the Treasury Building.

Please alert your agents that I will be coming through the tunnel."

Stansfield glanced over at Michael. "I have a guest-Congressman O'Rourke. I'll vouch for him .... Jack, this is very serious. Please get them down to the Situation Room immediately." Lortch got the point and Stansfield hung up. The limousine pulled into the underground garage of the Treasury Building, and Michael and Stansfield were escorted by four Secret Service agents down a narrow cement tunnel.

When they reached the other end, they stopped at a thick steel door that the Secret Service referred to as the Marilyn Monroe door. They held their identification up to a camera, and Stansfield asked, "Are you nervous?"

"No, I'm too mad to be nervous."

"Congressman, would you do me a favor?" Michael nodded yes, and Stansfield said, "When I play the tape, please keep an eye on the President. I'm going to be busy watching Mr. Nance and Mr. Garret.

I would like your opinion as to whether or not the President is genuinely surprised by the tape." Michael nodded and asked, "Is it safe to play the tape at the White House... I mean, won't the Secret Service be monitoring the meeting?"

"No, the Situation Room is secure. It's swept daily for bugs and is completely soundproof. The Secret Service is not allowed to monitor the room because of the classified information that is discussed." The six-inch-thick steel door swung open, revealing Jack Lortch. Stansfield introduced Michael to Lortch while they continued down the hall. They entered a large room, and Lortch escorted them past the National Security Desk to a door in the far corner. Stansfield and Michael entered the room, and Lortch closed it behind them. President Stevens was standing at the far end of the table. His suit coat was off and draped over the back of the high-backed leather chair in front of him.

Nance and Garret were seated. It was obvious that the President was unhappy with his two confidants. Stansfield and Michael walked around the left side of the long table and stopped behind the last two chairs.

"Mr. President," said Stansfield, "this is Congressman O'Rourke." Out of habit Stevens extended his hand, and then a strange look appeared on his face as he remembered his phone conversation with the young Congressman some two weeks earlier. Michael shook the President's hand and the three of them sat. "I assume whatever this is about has something to do with why you were called away so abruptly this morning?" asked the President.

"Yes... something very serious has been brought to my attention." "What is the Congressman doing here?" asked Garret in his usual impatient tone. "He is here at my request." Michael moved his eyes from Garret to Nance and stared at him with pure hatred. Stansfield's answer wasn't good enough for Garret so he redirected his question to Michael.

"Congressman O'Rourke, why are you here?" Michael looked back at him and replied, "You'll find out soon enough."

"Mr. President." Stansfield pulled the tape from his pocket and held it for everyone to see.

"Someone left this tape on Congressman O'Rourke's doorstep this morning." Stansfield looked at Garret and said, "Before I play it, Mr. Garret, would you like to tell us the real reason Arthur Higgins was dumped at your house last night?" Garret shook his head and shrugged his shoulders. "I have no idea." Mike Nance leaned back in his chair and stared at Stansfield like a cat. "What is on the tape?" asked Stevens.

Stansfield walked to the other end of the table and inserted the tape in the cassette player. "It is a recording of a confession by Arthur  Higgins before he was killed." Stansfield hit play and walked back to his seat. Just as he sat down, Michael's electronically altered voice came over the speakers. "What is your name?"

"What?"

"What is your name?"

"Arthur... Arthur Higgins." Garret shot forward in his chair, covering his face with both hands. Reaching forward, Nance grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back, whispering in his ear, "Stay calm." As Nance tried to keep Garret from losing it, the tape continued, with the generic computer voice asking Arthur about his past and what he had done for the CIA. Director Stansfield had given up on watching Garret and was locked in a stare with Nance as the tape played on. "Mr. Higgins, were you the author of a covert operation back in the early sixties that resulted in the assassinations of several French politicians?"

"Yes."

"Who were you working for at the time?"

"The CIA."

"How many French politicians did you kill?"

"Two."

"Who were they?"

"Claude Lapoint and Jean Bastreuo." Barely able to contain himself, the President shouted, "What?" He looked to Nance for a full thirty seconds as the tape continued to describe the interrogation between Arthur and his captors.

And then the more pertinent question was asked of the deceased Higgins.

"Did you use the recent string of assassinations as a cover to kill Senator Olson and Congressman Turnquist?"

"Yes." Garret yelled, "It wasn't my idea! I swear it wasn't my idea!"

Nance ripped at his arm and pulled his face close. "Shut your mouth!"

The President stared at his close advisers, frozen in disbelief, and then the other shoe dropped.

"Who else was involved in your plot to kill Senator Olson and Congressman Turnquist?"

"Mike Nance and Stu Garret." Garret tried to say something, but Nance pulled him back into his chair before he could.

Stevens closed his eyes and lowered his head while Nance stared unflinchingly back at Stansfield. "Did the President know about your plans?" asked the cold, sterile voice. The President looked to Stansfield. "I had nothing to do with this!" Stansfield ignored him and continued to stare at Nance. Arthur's final words rang out: "I don't know." The tape ended, and the room was filled with an awkward silence.

A slight smile creased Nance's lips and he said, "Nice try, Thomas."

With a placid expression Stansfield asked, "What do you mean 'nice try'?"

"All of that is a lie, so I have to assume you either tortured Arthur into making those bizarre accusations or you electronically altered the tape." Stansfield stared at Nance unflinchingly.

"Congressman O'Rourke received this tape earlier today along with a letter from the assassins that were responsible for killing Senator Fitzgerald, Senator Downs, Congressman Koslowski, and Speaker Basset.

They are the ones that took Arthur, not me."

"What in the hell is going on here?" asked the President. "I'm not sure, sir," replied Nance. "But I think Director Stansfield is trying to blackmail us with this tape. I can assure you, and so can Stu, that we never discussed assassinating Senator Olson and Congressman Turnquist with Arthur. The entire idea is preposterous."

"Stu?" asked the President. Garret saw another chance to weasel his way out. "That's right, Jim. I don't know what in the hell any of this is about. The only dealings I had with Arthur were about your budget."

Michael slid forward to the edge of his chair and placed his hands flat on the table. His movement into the arena caught everyone's eye except that of Nance, who continued to stare at Stansfield. Michael stuck a hand in front of Stansfield's face and snapped his fingers, drawing Nance's attention to him. "Senator Olson was a very good friend of mine, and I'm not in the mood to play these little games." Michael pointed a finger at Nance's face. "You, Garret, and Arthur Higgins conspired to kill Senator Olson and Congressman Turnquist. No one made a fake tape, and Director Stansfield didn't force a false confession out of Higgins.

Let's cut the crap and get down to business."

"Mr. O'Rourke,' replied Nance, "you are a very young man, and you do not fully understand the lengths to which some people are willing to go to get what they want in life. Do you think Mr. Stansfield rose to be the director of the world's premier spy agency by being a Boy Scout?

No, he will go to almost any length to get what he wants. Congressman, you are out of your league on this one. Maybe it would be best if you stepped outside and let us talk to Director Stansfield alone." Pain began shooting through Michael's temples as his anger grew. He fought to suppress it as he rose to his feet. Slowly, he took off his jacket and laid it over the back of his chair. Michael leaned across the  table and stuck his hand in front of Nance's face, his forefinger and thumb separated by less than an inch. "Mr. Nance, I have about this much patience with you right now. You can either cut the shit and admit that you had Senator Olson and Congressman Turnquist killed, or I am going to walk out this door right now and hold a press conference."

"Congressman O'Rourke, that would be a direct threat to the national security of the United States of America, and I would be forced to stop you by whatever means necessary. Now, if you would please step outside, we would like to speak to Director Stansfield alone for a minute."

Michael took off his watch and placed it on the table. After tucking his tie into his shirt he pointed at Nance and said, "You are going to keep your slick mouth shut for the next two minutes while I talk to Mr. Garret, and I swear if you utter a single word, I'm going to come over there and knock your f*cking head off." Michael turned immediately to Garret. "All right, you've got one chance. I know you were involved, you know you were involved, and Director Stansfield knows you were involved." Michael walked toward the far end of the table and continued talking. "You can either admit to what you did and live the rest of your life in relative comfort, or you can stand trial and spend the rest of your life rotting in jail." Michael rounded the end of the table and started down the side where Garret and Nance were sitting.

"Of course, that's assuming the assassins don't get to you first."

Garret was sitting closest to him.