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"The message from Nomura is necessarily cryptic," Peters continued, "but we strongly believe that is the gist of it. Our agent has located Hirohito, who is likely a prisoner, and the emperor wants out of his captors' hands so he can bring peace."

"Why?"

It was Johnson's turn. "Intelligence analysis says the emperor was never that strong an advocate for war against America and was more than ready to surrender after Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The subsequent overthrow of the Japanese government by Anami and his cohorts had nothing to do with Hirohito except to put him in personal jeopardy."

Ridgway shook his head. It was almost too incredible to believe. "And we're supposed to accept that this Nomura character of yours has landed on Japan, wandered around for months, somehow become Hirohito's best friend, and, as a result, the emperor will let us take him off Kyushu and out to an American warship? You know a few people on Bradley's and Nimitz's staffs think you guys are either drunk or hallucinating? Worse, there's the serious possibility that you've misread the message, or that the whole thing is a trap to kill anyone who tries to liberate Hirohito. For all we know, this Nomura character has either been captured and tortured or he's become a turncoat."

Johnson persisted, "General, Mr. Nomura has proven himself very resourceful. We do not believe he has been captured or is sending messages under any duress. There were key words to use and ways of phrasing things that would have tipped us off if that was the case. No, I believe he is dealing with Hirohito and that Hirohito wants to get somewhere so he can really and finally end this war. What we need is your approval and assistance in getting them out."

Ridgway cupped his chin thoughtfully. "I'm curious, gentlemen, just how had you planned on extracting Nomura in the first place when the time was right?"

"By submarine, sir," Peters answered. Inwardly, he exulted. Ridgway was still listening to them. He hadn't laughed them out of the office. "We were going to get him out the same way he got in. Only when the boat that landed him was sunk, we didn't think the navy would let us have another one."

"So you essentially wrote him off after that."

"Yes, sir. To be brutally frank, we wrote him off even before that," Johnson added with candor. "We thought he'd last maybe a week or so and really never expected to have to pull him off under any circumstances. We gave him some plans, but they were more like placebos to make him feel good. We never expected him to do this well or last all this time. We really thought he'd have been caught or killed a long time ago. What he's done for us has been nothing short of incredible."

"So I've heard." Ridgway had read the reports from Nomura and what was now a small but efficient cadre of other Japanese-American OSS agents operating on Honshu. When the book about these activities was written, he'd decided, it would be a helluva bestseller.

Ridgway took a deep breath and made a decision. "All right, we'll do it. First off, we need to insert some people in there to do some real operational planning. How do we get that message to him without tipping off Jap eavesdroppers?"

Peters handed Ridgway a typed sheet of paper. "This is part of his placebo, only we referred to it as a menu. It's a list of possible extraction locations, dates, and an equivalent alphanumeric code. All we have to do is tell him to designate the best time and place from his copy of the list, and you can send in what I presume will be an advance party."

"Very good." Ridgway grinned. God, if he could pull this off, he would go down in the history books as the general who ended the most miserable war in American history and saved many thousands of American lives. So too would this Nomura character, who must have a real set of balls to be doing what he was doing. Ridgway had long since decided he'd like to meet Nomura. Bradley and Nimitz had said he'd have to wait in line.

Ridgway chuckled. "Admiral Nimitz told Bradley that there was a new era dawning regarding cooperation between the army and the navy. I have a few thoughts on how to help out your Mr. Nomura and test the good admiral's sincerity at the same time. Gentlemen," he said, grinning, "I think the next few days are going to be very, very interesting."

CHAPTER 60

KYUSHU, CAMP 7

Emperor Hirohito moved his rook, pausing before removing his hand. Once he let go of the piece, the move would stand. Until then, it was tentative and reversible. Finally he let go and smiled. "I believe you are in check, Captain Nomura."

Nomura sagged. Damn, he was getting so close to winning. "Indeed I am, Your Majesty."

"A shame. For a while there I thought you were really improving, but then you made a couple of moves that disproved my theory. Unless, of course, your mind is not on your game."

Nomura smiled. "You are correct, sir. Many things are distracting me. With regrets, sir, it is truly difficult to concentrate."