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factor to be considered, but it's not one within my purview. The monetary savings to both sides will be real, but fairly minor in terms of gross military expenditures. Both sides retain half of their current arsenals—and that means keeping the newest and most effective half, of course. The bottom line remains constant: in a nuclear war, both sides would be equally dead. I do not see that this draft treaty reduces the 'threat of war,' whatever that is. To do that, we either have to eliminate the damned things entirely or figure something to keep them from working. If you ask me, we have to do the latter before we can attempt the former. Then the world becomes a safer place—maybe.”
    “That's the start of a whole new arms race.”
    “Sir, that race started so long ago that it isn't exactly new.”
     

Jack Ryan 5 - The Cardinal of the Kremlin
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     photos of
    
    
     Dushanbe
    
    
     coming in," the phone told Ryan.
    “Okay, I'll be over in a few minutes.” Jack rose and crossed the hall to Admiral Greer's office. His boss had his back to the blazing white blanket that covered the hilly ground outside the CIA headquarters building. They were still clearing it off the parking lot, and even the railed walkway outside the seventh-floor windows had about ten inches' worth.
    “What is it, Jack?” the Admiral asked.
    “
    
    
     Dushanbe
    
    
    . The weather cleared unexpectedly. You said you wanted to be notified.”
    Greer looked at the TV monitor in the corner of his office. It was next to the computer terminal that he refused to use—at least when anyone might watch his attempts to type with his index fingers and, on good days, one thumb. He could have the real-time satellite photos sent to his office “live,” but of late he'd avoided that. Jack didn't know why. “Okay, let's trot over.”
    Ryan held open the door for the Deputy Director for Intelligence, and they turned left to the end of the executive corridor on the building's top floor. Here was the executive elevator. One nice thing about it was that you didn't have to wait very long.
    “How's the jet lag?” Greer asked. Ryan had been back for nearly a day now.
    “Fully recovered, sir. Westbound doesn't bother me very much. It's the eastbound kind that still kills me.” God, it's nice to be on the ground.
    The door opened and both men walked across the building to the new annex that housed the Office of Imagery Analysis. This was the Intelligence Directorate's own private department, separate from the
    
    
     National
    
    
    
    
     Photographic
    
    
    
    
     Intelligence
    
    
    
    
     Center
    
    
    , a joint CIA-DIA effort which served the whole intelligence community.
    The screening room would have done
    
    
     Hollywood
    
    
     proud. There were about thirty seats in the mini-theater, and a twenty-foot-square projection screen on the wall. Art Graham, the chief of the unit, was waiting for them.
    “You timed that pretty well. We'll have the shots in another minute.” He lifted a phone to the projection room and spoke a few words. The screen lit up at once. It was called “Overhead Imagery” now, Jack reminded himself.
    “Talk about luck. That Siberian high-pressure system took a sharp swing south and stopped the warm front like a brick wall. Perfect viewing conditions. Ground temp is about zero, and relative humidity can't be much higher than that!” Graham chuckled. “We maneuvered the bird in specially to take advantage of this. It's within three degrees of being right overhead, and I don't think Ivan has had time to figure out that this pass is under way.”
    “There's
    
    
     Dushanbe
    
    
    ,” Jack breathed as part of the Tadzhik SSR came into view. Their first look was from one of the wide-angle cameras. The orbiting KH-14 reconnaissance satellite had a total of eleven. The bird had been in orbit for only three weeks, and this was the first of the newest generation of spy satellites.