_"Komban wa_, Tamara." The voice emerged from the dark as her key
turned in the door of room 328. "How are you?"
"Ken!"
"Good to see you again."
"How did you . . .?"
He chuckled as he switched on the light by the chair. "Rank in MITI has
its moments."
"I thought you were coming tomorrow."
"I am, officially." He rose and moved toward her. "But tonight I'd
hoped we could be together." He smiled. "Alone."
She stood in the open doorway, unmoving.
"Ken, we have a lot to talk about, all right." She closed the door.
"And I don't mean in bed."
Truthfully, she wasn't even sure she wanted to see him at all. The Dai
Nippon scenario was getting too complicated, too insidious. Noda's play
was turning into something with worldwide implications.
"Tamara, I came because we need to talk. I think you're in danger.
Maybe we both are."
"From Noda? Just because he's a megalomaniac--"
"You think it's that simple?" he interrupted. "Don't be so sure. For
now let's just say he's very, very clever, and very powerful." He
reached out to welcome her. "But whatever he is, the time has come to
stop him."
"I think Matt and I just figured out why. He's a threat to MITI, isn't
he, Ken? A peril to your power base."
"He's a threat to everybody. But yes, MITI is definitely in his way at
this point. Or at least I'm in his way. Somebody has to be."
"So what do you expect me to do about it? As a matter of fact, what has
MITI done for me lately except try and move in on my work?"
"Tam, you can't stand up to Noda alone. But maybe together we can, at
least for a while."
"What makes you think . . .?"
"I have a weapon at my disposal. A powerful weapon. The ministry. If we
can use it to focus attention on what he's--"
"How?"
"I want to speed up the ministry's involvement. Bring in lots more
people. We do that and we'll---"
"I see." She slipped past him and headed for the second chair. 'That's
a terrific idea. Give it all to MITI." For a moment there she'd almost
been ready to start trusting him again.
"Tam, we only have to make it seem that's what is happening." He turned
to face her. "It'll be like waving a red flag under the nose of your
Congress. Surely that'll wake everybody up to what he's doing. They'd
move in and stop him cold. Guaranteed."
"Ken, Matsuo Noda made me a very intriguing proposition today. Matter
of fact, it sounds better than yours." She got up and walked over to
the small refrigerator fitted under the sink. "Want a beer? I'm going
to have one."
"All right." He looked at her. "What were you saying just now? About a
proposition?"
"Noda asked me to head up a Japanese-American consortium run as a
single industry. It's almost as if he wants to put together an American
version of MITI, an organization that can oversee and coordinate
American R&D nationwide."
"Do you believe he means what he says?"
She turned and stared at him for a moment. "I guess the honest answer
is no. I think it's just a smokescreen to get his hands on everything
he wants in the U.S., disguised under the rubric of assistance." She
retrieved two cans of cold Asahi and popped the tops. "On the other
hand, you're suggesting we have to give America's industry to MITI in
order to save it from Matsuo Noda." She extended a can of beer and a
glass. "Right now, I don't trust MITI any more than I trust him."
"Tamara, this is a high-stakes game. Against a man with more money and
power than the world has ever seen in one place. It's not going to be
easy to stop him. It's also going to be risky. For us both."
"And you think a MITI takeover is the answer."
"It's the only thing that's left." He sobered. "Unfortunately it'll
also damage MITI's political credibility badly worldwide. But that's
the price I'm willing to pay to stop Noda. What other choice is there?"
"Hurt MITI? I'm not so sure. Taking over all of DNI's American research
labs should give quite a boost to your Marketshare - 90 program,
wouldn't it. You'd be acquiring America's high-tech sector for Japan
all nicely wrapped up in a bundle." She poured from her can. "Ought to
trim years off your timetable."
"I don't know where you heard about that, Tam." Vague surprise in his
voice. "But that's not a real program. Market- share - 90 is just a
planning exercise over in the General Affairs Section. Part of some
training for their new people."
"When we asked Noda about it, he seemed to think it was real enough."
"Then he was just bluffing. He had to be."
"Ken, what do you take me for . . .?" She wasn't sure how much more
double-talk she could stand.
He waved his hand to stop her. "Please. Just trust me for this once.
That's all I ask."
"You're sure as hell not making it easy. I think it's time you told me
what's really going on."
"All right. I'll show you the bottom line. Maybe then you'll accept the
truth." He got up and went over to his briefcase. "I have something in
here you ought to see."
"What?"
"It's an advance text of the speech His Majesty delivers on January
second."
"That's his annual New Year's appearance at the Imperial palace, right?
When he bestows his blessings upon the land."
"Exactly." He pulled out the sheet. "I think this sheds light on a lot
of things. Here. I made a rough English translation, just to hear how
it sounds."
She took the paper, torn from a yellow legal pad, and began to read.
The speech began with a long-winded celebration of the famous Yasukuni
Shrine, home of the spirits of all Japanese warriors. That shrine, His
Majesty then went on to declare, was increasingly misconstrued by the
world as a symbol of Japanese militarism, a misapprehension both
unfortunate and untrue, since Japan had indeed renounced martial force
forever. However, to reinforce that commitment in the eyes of a nervous
world, he was now announcing the dedication of a new national shrine to
Japan's spirit that would have no such misleading overtones. This new
shrine, at Tsukuba Science City, would be a memorial to the peaceful
use of technology, to man's mastery of the physical world sanctified so
long ago by the Shinto gods.