Marcus shifted his focus to Susan. "I heard one of the reporters say the Asahi Shimbun had a headline that basically said Japan must stand her ground against the Americans."
"That's true," Susan declared ominously. "The mood in Japan is becoming more sour by the minute. The leaders are fuming. They've made it clear that no one trusts Washington, and many Japanese investors are openly calling for a financial war with the U. S."
Uncomfortable with the conversation, Susan rose from her chair and took Marcus's hand. "At any rate, you're going home and we're going to work."
Callaway was hurt and it showed in his expression. "Aren't you going to stay and meet my wife?"
"Marcus, we'd love to," Susan answered with a sincere smile, "but you know we don't have much time to spare. We just wanted to make sure that you're feeling okay and in good spirits."
"Tell your wife hello for us," Steve said and shook hands with Marcus. "We'll stay in touch."
A frown appeared on Callaway's face. "Take care of yourselves and call me if you get to Chicago."
The large communal bath was spotless when Tadashi Matsukawa walked in and dropped his towel on a wooden bench. Located in a soundproof room on the ground floor of his office building, the elaborately ornamented pool was occasionally used for informal business meetings. Anytime he wanted to relax in the pool, Matsukawa would call the caretaker and she would increase the temperature of the already extremely hot water and add a subtle fragrance.
Japanese Foreign Minister Nagumo Katsumoto followed Matsukawa into the room and closed the door. Katsumoto was a small, slightly stooped man who wore a perpetual smile.
The son of a prestigious member of the elite "wealthy cliques" known as enterprise groups or kigyo shudan, Katsumoto had cultivated a patriotic, low-key public image and was subsequently elected to the lower house of the Diet. He had retained his parliamentary seat in every selection and had held several Cabinet posts before becoming Japan's Foreign Minister.
While the two men prepared for their bath, Matsukawa thought about his meeting with the person who had been responsible for coordinating the attack at Pearl Harbor and the JAL shooting at Los Angeles. He was deeply concerned about the close call Mishima Takahashi had experienced.
By the time Takahashi had reached Matsukawa's hotel suite, the shaking executive was nearly incoherent. After he had explained the circumstances that caused the Hawaiian operation to be exposed, Takahashi broke down and cried.
Matsukawa was reasonably sure that he was protected from being implicated in the Pearl Harbor attack, but a shadow of a doubt lingered in the back of his mind.
It was impossible for him to believe that his operation had been uncovered only minutes before the JetRanger was ready to fly away. Every aspect of the assault had been thoroughly examined and gone over until it was second nature for the three people involved. The pilot flew two practice flights three weeks before the attack, and then the mechanic painted the helicopter with the Sky Nine logo.
After that, Takahashi arranged for various holding companies to reward their employees with trips to Hawaii. Every group was scheduled for a tour of Pearl Harbor, and it had taken four attempts before the weather cooperated with the timing of the cruise. The pilot had needed a combination of rain clouds and low visibility along the Koolau Mountain Range to make the JetRanger "disappear," which he did with a great degree of finesse.
While the two men lathered themselves with soap, Matsukawa shuddered when he thought about Mishima Takahashi's narrow escape from the American authorities. If his most senior executive had been caught..
Matsukawa breathed a sigh of relief that he had taken extra precautions to isolate himself from the operation. Takahashi was set up to take the fall if the assault was exposed.
The bottom line, as far as Matsukawa was concerned, was that the Pearl Harbor assault, the JAL crash landing, and the other attacks he had instigated using the Chukaku-Ha, had produced the desired results.
According to the newspapers and the television polls, the vast majority of Japanese people were incensed, and the media were calling for the leadership to develop a foreign policy independent of pressure from the U. S. A large number of openly anti-American activists were also calling for an even more powerful Japanese military.
After they thoroughly rinsed themselves, Matsukawa and the Foreign Minister plunged into the hot, fragrant water and seated themselves on the submerged bench along the side of the large pool. They relaxed for a few minutes before Matsukawa spread his arms on the ledge of the bath and looked at his friend.
"I know you've been hesitant about the movement to step away from the U. S.," Matsukawa began in an understanding tone, "but look at the chaos that's ripping our country apart. Our relations with Washington are becoming more precarious by the hour, and we need to have a strong alliance before we confront the Americans."
Matsukawa waited a moment to see if his friend would show any reaction. "I need your support when we meet with the kigyo shudan and the Prime Minister."
The conservative politician stared into the water while he spoke. "For a variety of reasons, we terribly misjudged the Americans once. In our wildest expectations, even with the countless miscalculations of the war, we never dreamed that historians would record that Japan was brought down by American atomic bombs."
Katsumoto's normal smile was missing. "It could happen again. Imperial Japan was reduced to a second-rate country, and we've struggled long and hard to get where we are as a nation. We don't need a reversal of fortunes… not now. We must be patient and everything will settle down."
Matsukawa let his arms slide into the hot water. "My friend, listen to me. We hid under the American umbrella during the Cold War. We needed them for protection and they needed Japan as a buffer zone against the Russians.
"That has changed," he continued and tried to be patient. "Japan has to be an independent country again. We can't afford to live in a fantasy world forever."
With so much at stake, Matsukawa forced himself to be calm. "Japan is like a fledgling bird, and the U. S. is going to throw us out of the nest at some point. We need to be the ones to cast our fate to the wind, not when they decide it's convenient."
The Foreign Minister closed his eyes and leaned his head against the side of the pool. "If we are patient with the Americans, the process of separation will happen naturally and in controllable stages."
"I strongly disagree," Matsukawa countered boldly. "Our governments are wasting time in their political minuet, politely, and not so politely, talking, talking, but not doing anything except lying to each other."
Matsukawa stopped as his own participation in the events suddenly made him extremely pleased with himself. "Whatever happens to the Americans doesn't really matter. We have to be in charge of our nation — and our future."
Opening his eyes, Katsumoto quietly stared at the far wall for a few moments. "My friend, this pent-up hostility is not good for you."
Matsukawa didn't like the idea of using his influence on the Foreign Minister, but time was growing short and he needed Nagumo Katsumoto on the team; that, or make him unavailable for comment.
"The vast majority of the heads of our enterprise groups," Matsukawa said slowly and clearly, "are in agreement that we should terminate the Treaty of Mutual Cooperation and Security and announce that Japan is going her separate way, including militarily. It is in the best interest of our country — and I suggest that it would be in your best interest — to endorse the idea and look into the future."
Katsumoto shifted his gaze to the powerful and wealthy industrialist. "Sometimes it isn't wise to peer into one's future."