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CHAPTER 5

“Where is everyone?” Susan wondered as she crossed the deserted Crypto floor. Some emergency.

Although most NSA departments were fully staffed seven days a week, Crypto was generally quiet on Saturdays. Cryptographic mathematicians were by nature high?strung workaholics, and there existed an unwritten rule that they take Saturdays off except in emergencies. Code?breakers were too valuable a commodity at the NSA to risk losing them to burnout.

As Susan traversed the floor, TRANSLTR loomed to her right. The sound of the generators eight stories below sounded oddly ominous today. Susan never liked being in Crypto during off hours. It was like being trapped alone in a cage with some grand, futuristic beast. She quickly made her way toward the commander’s office.

Strathmore’s glass?walled workstation, nicknamed “the fishbowl” for its appearance when the drapes were open, stood high atop a set of catwalk stairs on the back wall of Crypto. As Susan climbed the grated steps, she gazed upward at Strathmore’s thick, oak door. It bore the NSA seal?a bald eagle fiercely clutching an ancient skeleton key. Behind that door sat one of the greatest men she’d ever met.

Commander Strathmore, the fifty?six?year?old deputy director of operations, was like a father to Susan. He was the one who’d hired her, and he was the one who’d made the NSA her home. When Susan joined the NSA over a decade ago, Strathmore was heading the Crypto Development Division?a training ground for new cryptographers?new male cryptographers. Although Strathmore never tolerated the hazing of anyone, he was especially protective of his sole female staff member. When accused of favoritism, he simply replied with the truth: Susan Fletcher was one of the brightest young recruits he’d ever seen, and he had no intention of losing her to sexual harassment. One of the cryptographers foolishly decided to test Strathmore’s resolve.

One morning during her first year, Susan dropped by the new cryptographers’ lounge to get some paperwork. As she left, she noticed a picture of herself on the bulletin board. She almost fainted in embarrassment. There she was, reclining on a bed and wearing only panties.

As it turned out, one of the cryptographers had digitally scanned a photo from a pornographic magazine and edited Susan’s head onto someone else’s body. The effect had been quite convincing.

Unfortunately for the cryptographer responsible, Commander Strathmore did not find the stunt even remotely amusing. Two hours later, a landmark memo went out:

EMPLOYEE CARL AUSTIN TERMINATED FOR INAPPROPRIATE CONDUCT.

From that day on, nobody messed with her; Susan Fletcher was Commander Strathmore’s golden girl.

But Strathmore’s young cryptographers were not the only ones who learned to respect him; early in his career Strathmore made his presence known to his superiors by proposing a number of unorthodox and highly successful intelligence operations. As he moved up the ranks, Trevor Strathmore became known for his cogent, reductive analyses of highly complex situations. He seemed to have an uncanny ability to see past the moral perplexities surrounding the NSA’s difficult decisions and to act without remorse in the interest of the common good.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that Strathmore loved his country. He was known to his colleagues as a patriot and a visionary . . . a decent man in a world of lies.

In the years since Susan’s arrival at the NSA, Strathmore had skyrocketed from head of Crypto Development to second?in?command of the entire NSA. Now only one man outranked Commander Strathmore there?Director Leland Fontaine, the mythical overlord of the Puzzle Palace?never seen, occasionally heard, and eternally feared. He and Strathmore seldom saw eye to eye, and when they met, it was like the clash of the titans. Fontaine was a giant among giants, but Strathmore didn’t seem to care. He argued his ideas to the director with all the restraint of an impassioned boxer. Not even the President of the United States dared challenge Fontaine the way Strathmore did. One needed political immunity to do that?or, in Strathmore’s case, political indifference.

* * *

Susan arrived at the top of the stairs. Before she could knock, Strathmore’s electronic door lock buzzed. The door swung open, and the commander waved her in.

“Thanks for coming, Susan. I owe you one.”

“Not at all.” She smiled as she sat opposite his desk.

Strathmore was a rangy, thick?fleshed man whose muted features somehow disguised his hard?nosed efficiency and demand for perfection. His gray eyes usually suggested a confidence and discretion born from experience, but today they looked wild and unsettled.

“You look beat,” Susan said.

“I’ve been better.” Strathmore sighed.

I’ll say, she thought.

Strathmore looked as bad as Susan had ever seen him. His thinning gray hair was disheveled, and even in the room’s crisp air?conditioning, his forehead was beaded with sweat. He looked like he’d slept in his suit. He was sitting behind a modern desk with two recessed keypads and a computer monitor at one end. It was strewn with computer printouts and looked like some sort of alien cockpit propped there in the center of his curtained chamber.

“Tough week?” she inquired.

Strathmore shrugged. “The usual. The EFF’s all over me about civilian privacy rights again.”

Susan chuckled. The EFF, or Electronics Frontier Foundation, was a worldwide coalition of computer users who had founded a powerful civil liberties coalition aimed at supporting free speech on?line and educating others to the realities and dangers of living in an electronic world. They were constantly lobbying against what they called “the Orwellian eavesdropping capabilities of government agencies"?particularly the NSA. The EFF was a perpetual thorn in Strathmore’s side.

“Sounds like business as usual,” she said. “So what’s this big emergency you got me out of the tub for?”

Strathmore sat a moment, absently fingering the computer trackball embedded in his desktop. After a long silence, he caught Susan’s gaze and held it. “What’s the longest you’ve ever seen TRANSLTR take to break a code?”

The question caught Susan entirely off guard. It seemed meaningless. This is what he called me in for?

“Well . . .” She hesitated. “We hit a COMINT intercept a few months ago that took about an hour, but it had a ridiculously long key?ten thousand bits or something like that.”

Strathmore grunted. “An hour, huh? What about some of the boundary probes we’ve run?”

Susan shrugged. “Well, if you include diagnostics, it’s obviously longer.”

“How much longer?”

Susan couldn’t imagine what Strathmore was getting at. “Well, sir, I tried an algorithm last March with a segmented million?bit key. Illegal looping functions, cellular automata, the works. TRANSLTR still broke it.”

“How long?”

“Three hours.”

Strathmore arched his eyebrows. “Three hours? That long?”

Susan frowned, mildly offended. Her job for the last three years had been to fine?tune the most secret computer in the world; most of the programming that made TRANSLTR so fast was hers. A million?bit key was hardly a realistic scenario.

“Okay,” Strathmore said. “So even in extreme conditions, the longest a code has ever survived inside TRANSLTR is about three hours?”

Susan nodded. “Yeah. More or less.”

Strathmore paused as if afraid to say something he might regret. Finally he looked up. “TRANSLTR’s hit something . . .” He stopped.

Susan waited. “More than three hours?”

Strathmore nodded.

She looked unconcerned. “A new diagnostic? Something from the Sys?Sec Department?”

Strathmore shook his head. “It’s an outside file.”

Susan waited for the punch line, but it never came. “An outside file? You’re joking, right?”

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