Chapter 8 Chapter 6 Estimation

Andrew Air Force Base occupies a vast area, and the wide apron looks as if it is the size of Nebraska.The security police force is patrolling the planes, and those dense and varied planes make this place look very similar to the place where decommissioned planes are kept in Arizona.Although each plane had its own security team, they had to work with the Americans in an atmosphere of professional skepticism, because the personnel were trained to be suspicious of everyone they saw.What is more noticeable is that there are two Concorde planes parked here, owned by the United Kingdom and France respectively.The rest are mostly wide-body airliners, mostly painted with the flag of their country.Belgian airlines World, KLM and Lufthansa are leaders in NATO, while Scandinavian Airlines controls routes to three Scandinavian countries, each Countries have their own Boeing 747 aircraft.Heads of state travel in style, and no aircraft, big or small, has flown more than three mission cycles.For the White House and the State Department's Secretary of Protocol, what greeted them was a task that demanded all of their talents and patience.President Wren had little time to attend to everyone, but the Air Force Honor Guard had to greet each of them.When the red carpet for the dignitaries is rolled out, more than once every hour, the queues are lined up, disbanded, and re-lined, while world leaders arrive one by one, and as soon as one plane enters the parking lot, another taxis out To the designated welcome location for the marching band and podium.Facing numerous cameras, the heads of state spoke briefly and solemnly, and then were quickly escorted to the waiting convoy.

Welcoming these people into Washington is also a headache.The vehicles of the Diplomatic Escort were assembled into four convoy vehicles, and they shuttled non-stop in the urban area to escort the limousines of the embassy and block the Suteran Highway and Interstate 395.And the most unimaginable thing is probably to escort all the presidents, prime ministers, and honorable kings and princes to the embassy where they should be delivered.Fortunately, most of these embassies are located on Massachusetts Avenue.In the end, the improvised crew turned out to do the job beautifully. The embassies have arranged low-key private receptions.Politicians naturally gather in the same place, either to discuss business, or just to chat.The British ambassador, arguably the most senior in both NATO and the Commonwealth of Great Britain, will host an informal dinner for the leaders of twenty-two countries tonight.

Now, the landing gear of his plane has been lowered.The air force captain said that at this time night had fallen on the air force base. The tower watch at Andrews Air Force Base was still what it was called on that night.They watched the Japan Airlines 747 slide into the right runway.The crew may have noticed that the wreckage of a similar aircraft remained in a large hangar on the east side of the base.A truck is transporting the deformed remains of a jet engine that was recently evacuated from the basement of the Capitol.The jet completed its taxi and was directed to turn left before taxiing behind a vehicle to where the passengers disembarked.The pilot noticed the cameras and saw the ground crew coming out of the warm building to prepare for the landing of their last and most high-profile flight.He wanted to say something to his co-pilot, but finally gave up.Alas, even though Captain Seiji Sato did not know him very well, he was a friend and colleague.He was a passionate man, but the disgrace he brought to his country, company and profession will be hard to bear for many years to come.It would have been even worse if Sato had been flying passengers, because protecting passengers was their number one priority in life.While his country has a culture that honors suicide as a noble act, taking one's life in such a dramatic way is more shocking and troubling than anything.The driver was once proud of his livery, but now prefers to change it out, whether abroad or at home.Putting those thoughts aside, the pilot braked smoothly and brought the plane to a stop, aligning the old-fashioned wheeled gangway with the Boeing's front passenger door.Then he and his co-pilot looked away, exchanging a sarcastic bleak look at the job done expertly.Instead of lodging in a normal Washington hotel, they would live in an officer's hostel on the base, and they would probably be watched and watched with guns.

With the careful assistance of the experienced flight attendant, the door of the aircraft opened.Prime Minister Koga stood at the door for a moment; his coat was buttoned up, his tie straight around his neck, and he walked down the gangway in the bitterly cold February wind.The Air Force military band is playing music. Acting Secretary of State Scott.Adler waited below.The two men have never met, but have been thoroughly briefed on each other.Adler preferred to hurry, for this was his fourth and most important welcome of the day.Koga looked the same as in the photo; he was an ordinary-looking man, about five or six feet tall, of middle age, with black hair.His dark eyes were fixed; or tried to be, Adler thought as he examined him more closely.The atmosphere was a little sad; as expected, the diplomat mused as he held out his hand.

Welcome, Mr Prime Minister. Thank you, Mr. Adler.They walked to the podium.Adler said a few low-key words of welcome, and then Koga stepped in front of the microphone. First of all, I want to thank you, Mr. Adler, and your country for making it possible for me to be here today.This scene really took me by surprise, and I have come to understand that this is a tradition in your large and tolerant country.I have come here to perform a sad but necessary mission on behalf of my country.I hope this will be a healing mission for your country as it is for mine.I hope people on both sides can see this tragedy as a bridge to future peace.After Koga finished speaking, he retreated, and Adler led him down the red carpet, while the military band played the Japanese national anthem.The prime minister watched the young faces in the guard of honor, looking for hostility and disgust, but found nothing but indifference as he walked towards the waiting car.Adler then got into the car as well.

How do you feel, Mr Prime Minister?asked the acting secretary of state. Ah, thank you.I fell asleep while flying.Koga thought that question was just a word to ease the atmosphere, but then it became clear that it was not.Oddly enough, that was Lane's idea, not Adler's, and it made things easier to greet in this way. If you wish, we can meet President Wren before going to the embassy.The President instructed me that he wouldn't be offended if you didn't want to do it because of a long flight or something.To Scott's surprise, Koga immediately said without the slightest hesitation: It's a great honor.

The Acting Secretary of State took out a radio communicator from his suit pocket and said: Eagle called the headquarters, agreed.Adler had spent a few days familiarizing himself with his secret official code name before this.Eagle is the English equivalent of his German Jewish surname. This department understands.The encrypted radio replied. Eagle, over. The convoy drove quickly onto the Sutherland Highway.In other cases, a photojournalism helicopter would follow them live, but at this point Washington airspace is effectively closed, even at National Airport, with flights assigned to either Dulles International Airport or Baltimore Washington International Airport.Koga didn't pay attention to the driver, he was an American.The car turned right off the boulevard, then drove one block onto the curve to I| The Tia River's rough road to downtown Washington.As the road merged with the main road, his limousine turned to the right and was replaced by an identical car, which took only five seconds to clear. Line up with the three Secret Service Operator cars.It was easy to cover the rest of the distance on the empty street; it took only a few minutes for his car to turn onto West Government Drive.

Here they are, sir.Price said she received a report from a uniformed guard at the gate. As soon as the car was parked, Ren walked out. He was still in the adaptation period to his new position, and he was not very familiar with the relevant etiquette.He almost went to open the door himself when a corporal of the marines slammed it open ahead of him and gave him a robotic salute. Mr President.Koga stood straight and said. Mr Prime Minister, this way please.Ren waved his hand. Koga had never been to the White House before, and it occurred to him, what if he had flown here three months ago to discuss the trade issue that had led to a hot war?It would be another humiliating defeat.Ren's behavior was somewhat vague, he felt that this whole set of welcome ceremony was not an important symbol here, but regarding Ren's behavior, Koga believed that it was impossible or inappropriate anyway.But Wren was already standing at the door, so it must mean something, the Prime Minister thought as he walked up the steps.After a while, they hurried across the West Wing, and they were alone in the Oval Office, where they sat opposite each other across a low coffee table and a coffee tray.

Thank you for your interview.Koga said briefly. We had to meet like this.On other occasions, Wren said, there would be people watching and urging us and trying to guess what we were talking about.He poured a cup of coffee for his guest, then poured one for himself. Yes, the Tokyo press has become more aggressive in the past few days.Koga tried to pick up his cup, but stopped again.Who is the benefactor who rescued me? Wren looked at it and said: You can decide here, if you personally want to see them again, these two officers are in this area. if convenient.Koga sipped his coffee and said.Although he preferred tea, he was impressed that Wren was trying to be a landowner.Thank you for having me, President Wren.

I tried to talk to Mr. Roger about trade issues, but I'm not a very convincing person.So I was worried that something was going to happen, but I couldn't move fast enough because I got caught up with a visit to Russia and other things;In any case, it is now up to the two of us to heal this wound; I hope that can be done as soon as possible. Those suspected of involvement in the conspiracy have been arrested and will be charged with treason.Koga promised. That is your responsibility.the president replied.That's not really reliable, because Japan's legal system is incomprehensible, where courts can often violate the country's constitution to cater to broader but unwritten cultural mores, which is unimaginable to Americans.Wren and the United States hope that the trial should be conducted in accordance with the law, without such changes.Koga is fully aware of this, so he has made arrangements to select a judge who is familiar with the law to conduct the trial.

I never thought such a thing would happen, and that madman Sato My country and people are ashamed of it.I have a lot of work to do, Mr. Wren. Ryan nodded, we all are.But it will work out.He paused.Technical matters are left to the ministers, and as for you and me, all I ask is that we understand each other.I trust your kindness. Thank you, Mr. President.Koga put down his glass and looked at the man sitting on the sofa opposite him.He's young for such a job, though not the youngest U.S. president.During the long flight from Tokyo, he had read about John.Patrick.Ryan's profile.This man had personally killed people on more than one occasion, he and his family had received death threats, and other things, but that was only what his intelligence advisers speculated.Examining his face for a few seconds, he tried to understand how such a man could be a peace-loving man again, but there were no clues from the face.Koga wondered if there was something else in the American personality that he had never fully understood.He saw wisdom and curiosity, measuring as well as exploring; he also saw fatigue and sorrow.Koga was sure that these days must have been terrible for him.Maybe somewhere in this building, Roger and Ann.Durin's children were there, and that was probably a real burden on the man's shoulders.Lane gave the Prime Minister the impression that, like most Westerners, he was not good at hiding his inner thoughts, but was that really the case?Behind those blue eyes, there must be other things lurking that are not advertised.Although those things were not threatening, they did exist. As he had said in his office a few days ago, Ren was a warrior, but he also had a complicated side.Koga put these thoughts aside for now, because there were still some things he had to bring up, namely the affairs of the central Pacific region. If you allow me, I have a request. What's the matter, sir? Mr. President, this is not a good idea.After a few minutes, Price objected. Whether it's good or bad, we're going to do it.go do it.Ryan told her. Yes, sir.Andrea.Price said and left the room. Koga watched this movement, and gained some new understanding.Ryan is a man who can make decisive decisions and issue orders. The car is still parked at the gate of the west wing, as long as you put on your coat and get in the car, you can drive away.The four operators' cars turned around in the parking lot, headed south and then headed east toward Capitol Hill.This time the convoy did not use sirens and lights, and was almost (but not quite) obeying traffic rules.They made a quick left onto Congress Avenue and left again toward the building.There are fewer lights in there now, the steps have been cleared, and once the convoy is parked and the operators are deployed, they can be easily climbed up.Ren led Koga up. The Japanese Prime Minister first stood upright, and then clapped his hands loudly, in order to attract the attention of the gods. His religious beliefs made him believe that there were gods.He then formally bowed and blessed them.Ren was deeply moved and followed suit.No TV cameras were on hand to record the moment, and while cameras from a few networks were still around, the evening news was over, so equipment sat idle.The crew stayed in the OB van drinking coffee and didn't notice what was happening a hundred yards away because it only lasted a second or two.After the prayer, an American hand reached out, and a Japanese hand took it, and the two eyes reached an understanding that ministers and treaties never had.In the harsh February winds, the two countries were finally at peace once and for all.Andrea standing ten feet away.Price was thankful that the White House photographers were with her, and that the tears in her eyes were not from the wind.Immediately, she led the two men down the steps and into their respective cars. Why are they so over the top?asked the Prime Minister, before sipping her sherry. As you know, I haven't been fully briefed.The Prince of Wales replied.He started by taking a stand because he wasn't really speaking for the Queen's Government.But your naval exercises are indeed threatening. Sri Lanka has to make a deal with the Tamils, unfortunately they are not willing to enter into real negotiations, we are trying to influence them.After all, we have our own security forces on the ground, and they cannot be held hostage in the whole situation. Yes, so why not withdraw your security forces at the request of that government? The Prime Minister of India sighed wearily, and she had just returned from a long flight, and a little exasperation was tolerable under the circumstances.Your Highness, if we withdraw our troops and the situation escalates, then we will be faced with a situation created by our own Tamil citizens, which is a most unpleasant situation.We tried to use our strengths to help ease a difficult political impasse, but the Sri Lankan government found itself unable to take the necessary remedial action to avoid embarrassing our country, with an ongoing insurgency in their own country.Then the Americans got involved for no reason, making Sri Lanka even more intransigent. When is their prime minister coming?asked the Prince, but was answered with a shrug, followed by empty words.We suggested flying over to discuss the situation together, but unfortunately he declined.I figured his plane would arrive tomorrow if nothing went wrong.she added. If you wish, you may be able to ask the ambassador to arrange a private meeting for you. That might be of some use, the Prime Minister agreed, and I hope the Americans will take care of it, they've always given up on us. The Prince understood that was the point of the event.He and President Rennes had been friends for many years, and India wanted him to be a mediator.For him, this task is not the first time.In all such matters the heir apparent was required to seek the direction of the government, which in this case meant taking the direction of the ambassador.The British decided that His Royal Highness's friendship with the new US president was more important than government-to-government contacts, and would also make the image of the monarchy look good. I see.That was as much of a substantive answer as he could give, but Britain had to accept India's demands. The country's crown jewel was once the world's best, and remains an important, if sometimes annoying, trading partner.The direct contact of the two heads of government could be embarrassing; the American annoyance with the Indian fleet is not widely known and has slowed down with the end of the US-Japanese war, which is how things should go.He knew that President Rennes was busy; the prince hoped that Rennes could rest, because for the people in the reception room, sleeping was only used to adjust the jet lag, but for Rennes, it was a way to recharge his batteries .In order to plan for the next two days, he needs enough sleep. The line seemed to have no end. The typical red tape. It lined up neatly outside the Treasury building, and the far end was like a jagged rope. People kept joining the ranks; Moving slowly, the line seems to be endless.They entered the building from left to right in groups of fifteen, and one person controlled the opening and closing of the door according to the watch.An honor guard of soldiers from all services stood there, commanded by an Air Force captain.They and the coffins remained motionless as the people scrambled past. As soon as Ryan entered the office, he looked at people's faces through the TV. He wanted to figure out what they were thinking again before sunrise?Why do you want to come?Some mourners left the coffin and looked at the entrance of the building. Many people may have never been in before. They are using the few seconds they stay here to watch curiously, as if they have forgotten the reason for coming here , and then step down the steps and out of the East Gate, no longer need to line up, but go with relatives and friends in small groups, or leave the city alone to do their own things.Now, it's time for him to do that, more precisely, to go home and prepare for the day's work. Operator Price walked into the hall.Her first priority is to ensure the security of the Oval Office.Twenty armed operators, most of them armed with Uzis, stood behind closed doors all around.There are metal detectors hidden at the door, which tell the personnel from the Technical Security Service who to check.Other operators hid in his hands a deck of cards like a stack of photos, and they kept flipping through the photos, comparing every face that passed the door with the registered photos of the suspects.For others, based on intuition and training, they focus on funny-looking people, in the usual American parlance, on people who behave inappropriately, but the problem is that it's cold outside, Makes a lot of people look a little funny when they come in some stomping their feet, others stuffing their hands in their pockets, or adjusting their coats, or shaking, or looking around a bit oddly; attention.When someone set off a metal detector, an operator raised his hand and spoke into the microphone as if scratching his nose.For example, a dentist from Richmond just happened to switch his pocket heater from one side to the other, so there was a blue coat, a male, a six-foot voice, and four or five head turns Take a closer look at the past.The agents compared his size to the photos of the dangerous man, and although they found that they did not match, they kept watching him and pointed a hidden TV camera at him to record his face.In a few more extreme cases, some operators will blend in with the excited mourners and follow the target until they note the license plate number.The long-defunct Strategic Air Command had Peace Is Our Profession as its official motto, a motto whose necessity for the Secret Service is illustrated by the two coffins parked in the foyer of the White House clearly. One problem with this disease is that the symptoms and symptoms are vague.Jane.Sister Baptiste was most concerned with one of her patients; he was a good boy, but very ill, with a high fever of forty.Four degrees Celsius, which is enough to kill the temperature, but other symptoms are worse.The disorientation got worse and the vomiting increased and was bloody, looking like internal bleeding.All this, she knew, meant that he had contracted some serious disease, and what worried her most was the so-called Saipora virus.She had to draw blood for another test; she did it extremely carefully because the first blood sample had somehow been lost.His parents held his arms while she drew blood, and her hands were protected by gloves.The blood draw went well and the boy was unconscious at the moment.She withdrew the needle and immediately placed it in a plastic case for disposal.The vial of blood is safe, but put it in another container.Her immediate concern is needles; many workers reuse equipment to save hospitals money, allowing AIDS and other diseases to spread through blood.She has to deal with this matter herself to make sure nothing goes wrong. She has no more time to think about the patient.After leaving the ward, she walked across the hallway to another house.The hospital has a long and proud history and was built according to local conditions, with many low houses connected by covered walkways.The laboratory is only fifty meters away from here.Recently, thanks to the involvement of the World Health Organization, it has modern equipment and six young doctors, but sadly no nurses. Muhammad.Dr. Moody was sitting on a bench in the laboratory. He was tall, thin, dark-skinned, and his demeanor was a bit grim, but professional.He turns when she sees her approach, and notices the way she handles the needle. Whose is that, nun? Patient Mkosa, Benedict.mkosa.African, male, eight years old.She handed over the medical records.Moody opened the file and glanced at it.Headache, chills, fever, disorientation, restlessness, and symptoms of internal bleeding.When he raised his head, his eyes were cautious.If next time his skin is bruised. He is in the general ward? yes doctor. Immediately move him to the quarantine area, I'll be there in half an hour. yes doctor.She rubbed her forehead when she went out, it must be too hot.