Inside Out

“You’re saying it can’t be beaten?”

Hort laughed. “You can’t beat the oligarchy. You can’t beat it because the oligarchy has already won. The establishment is like a virus that’s taken over the organs of the host. Now it acts as a kind of life support system, and if you remove it, the patient it battens on will die. Remember the scene in that movie Alien? Where the creature attaches itself to John Hurt’s face, runs a tentacle down his throat, and puts him in a coma, but if they cut it off, it’ll kill him? That’s the oligarchy. The establishment is a creature whose first priority is ensuring that if you try to remove it, you’ll wind up killing the host.”

“So there’s nothing that can be done.”

“No, there is, and that’s where you come in. The only possible solution is to manage this fucked-up system from the inside. That’s why I wanted the diamonds. And the tapes, if Larison comes around. They give us leverage. Then, if someone within the oligarchy is abusing his position so much that it’s creating a problem for national security, we can quietly remove him, one way or the other.”

“You mean Ulrich.”

“For example.”

“Sounds like the mafia. With me as an enforcer.”

“You can call it that. I prefer to think of it as good management. Would you rather have to clean up another mess like the Caspers, a mess caused by a bunch of fools? I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of being the cleanup crew. I’m tired of the board of directors being composed of dimwits and ideologues. The Constitution, the Declaration of Independence, the Federalist Papers… that’s all just window dressing now, the artifacts of an ancient mythology, the vestments of a dead religion. We need something different now, something suited for the modern world. We need realists, men like us. We are the change we’ve been waiting for.”

He took another mouthful of steak and chewed, nodding appreciatively.

“I don’t buy it,” Ben said. “You could blow it up if you wanted to.”

Hort swallowed. “Suppose I could. Then what? You want a revolution? Chaos? Russia in 1917, China in 1949? Who knows what we’d wind up with in the aftermath. At least now we have order.”

“Maybe order’s overrated.”

“Tell that to the folks in Somalia. You of all people ought to know about that. And besides, our oligarchy has a few things to recommend it. It’s open, for one. Look at me. Descended from slaves, and here I am, a member in good standing. Anyone can join. You just have to believe in it. You just have to pay your dues and follow the rules. That’s what we mean these days by ‘equality of opportunity’ and a ‘meritocratic society.’”

“You’re part of it?”

“Of course I am. I’m not fighting it, am I? I’ve accepted its inevitability. Now I’m just trying to make it run properly.”

“Then… you’re one of the good complicit people, is that what you’re saying?”

Hort took another mouthful of steak. Chewed. Swallowed.

“There’s always been an establishment, son. In every culture, every country. There’s always going to be someone on the inside, pulling the real levers of power and influence and profit. You want it to be moral men, like you and me? Or do you want it to be the Ulrichs of the world? Because it’s going to be someone. That’s the only choice.”

Ben thought of Larison again, what he’d said about how you have to suborn yourself. He wondered if there was ever a person who’d compromised himself without at some point offering up Hort’s own words to the appalled reflection in the mirror.

“Hort… I don’t know. You’re telling me the Constitution doesn’t matter? That seems… that’s a lot.”

“It’s not that it doesn’t matter. It’s fiction, but necessary fiction. Part of what keeps America strong is the society’s belief that we’re a constitutional republic. That no one is above the law.”

“That we don’t torture.”

Hort nodded. “Now you’re getting it.”

“You’re saying people can’t know the truth.”

“And don’t want to know it. Do you know anything about ho

“No.”

“Couple of Japanese concepts an exceptional man taught me a long time ago. Ho

“You think our job is to maintain the façade of truth?”

“I do. And that’s not a bad thing. Just like every society has an establishment, every society also needs tatemae. Think about Gitmo. What was that all about?”

Ben shrugged. “We needed a place to put the bad guys.”

Hort shook his head. “No, that’s a ho

“But the Caspers weren’t i

“That’s right, and if the public ever gets wind of what happened to the Caspers, the whole sorry story will come out, including the part about how most of the detainees were i

“I just… Hort, I can’t believe what you’re saying.”

“Ask yourself this. If you’re part of the oligarchy, what’s more important: that Americans be safe, or that they feel safe?”

Ben didn’t answer.

“Or what matters more: convicting a guilty man, or having society believe the guilty have been convicted? One guilty man going free is irrelevant, as long as society believes the guilty have been punished. But if society loses that confidence, you get anarchy. And the oligarchy doesn’t like anarchy.”

They were quiet for a few minutes. Hort ate. Ben didn’t.

Hort gestured to Ben’s steak and swallowed some of his own. “Try it, it’s good.”

Ben shook his head. “I’m not hungry.”

Hort watched him. “I’m sorry to hear that. Well, when you feel up to it, there’s something I want you to do.”

“What?”

“I told you, we’re rebuilding. There’s you, there’s Larison, I hope, and there are a few others. And there are two in particular I want you to track down.”

“Who?”

“A former marine sniper, goes by the name Dox, is one.”

“Who’s the other?”

Hort took a sip of wine. “The same man who taught me about ho

“The bartender in Jacó mentioned a guy named Rain. Said he knew him in Vietnam. Called him ‘death personified.’”

Hort nodded, and for a moment his thoughts seemed far away. “I’d say that’s an apt description.”

“You want me to track this guy down. And Dox.”

“They’re the ones who took down Hilger’s operation.”

“This is retaliation?”

“Hell, no. It was unfortunate, but it wasn’t personal. Hilger got in Rain’s and Dox’s business, which even for a man as effective as Hilger turned out not to be a very smart thing to do. No, I want them on our side. I want to make them an offer. But I have to find them first. Sounds like maybe you already have one lead, this bartender in Jacó.”

So this was what all the praise had been about. All the grooming. To entice him. To make him want to be complicit.

“Hort… part of me, I’m honored. But I can’t work for this thing you call the oligarchy.”

Hort took a swallow of wine. “You’ve been working for it. You just didn’t know it.”