Sea of Fire by Tom Clancy, Steve Pieczenik, Jeff Rovin Page B

interrupted.
    “You have one patient now,” she said. “How will you feel when this ward, including the hallways, is lined with beds?”
    The doctor looked at Ellsworth. “Is she right about that? Is it possible?”
    “Such a scenario does not appear imminent,” Ellsworth replied crossly. He was looking at Loh.
    “There is radioactive material abroad,” Loh persisted. “We have to know whether this man was transporting it, receiving it, or merely stumbled upon it. We have to find out if there is radioactive material still at sea, poisoning the fish that may feed some of your patients. Or poisoning some of your future patients. Doctor, we need to know what happened.”
    “If I do as you ask, you may kill him,” the doctor said, shaking his head. “Then you will never get your answer. And there is no guarantee that he will say much, or even anything, if we wake him.”
    “That is a risk worth taking,” she replied.
    “Easy for you to say,” the doctor said.
    “Before we even consider whether to take this rather extreme step, let’s find out if we’re free to do so,” Ellsworth said. He turned to Coffey. Ellsworth was visibly upset. Coffey could not decide which was worse for the Australian official: the responsibility of having to make a controversial decision, or the fear of what they might discover. “Lowell, this is your bailiwick. What do you say, keeping in mind that we are not entirely certain of our guest’s nationality? Have we the right to do anything to him?”
    “Apart from administering medical care,” the doctor added.
    Coffey glanced at the physician’s name tag. “Dr. Lansing, if this man is a Christian Scientist or a Buddhist, even that could be considered a violation of his rights.”
    “You’ve got bronze for brains!” the doctor exclaimed. “The patient was shot twice and had third-degree burns! He would have bled to death if we didn’t patch him up!”
    “That may be,” Coffey said. “However, the International Resolution on Oceans and the Law of the Sea says that absent a victim’s ability to choose, the dispensation of care is a decision to be made by his family or by the ranking representative of his nation, in that order.”
    “And if we don’t have those?” Jelbart asked.
    “In that case, the host nation calls the shots, isn’t that true?” Ellsworth said.
    Coffey nodded.
    “That would be us,” Ellsworth said.
    “Correct,” Coffey said. “But the host nation is also liable for citation in any civil-rights violations that may arise from the execution of that decision. And the host nation is required to exercise what is called ‘humanitarian caution’ in administering curative drugs or techniques.”
    “Which means we don’t give him norepinephrine cocktails to try to wake him,” Dr. Lansing said with finality.
    “Not necessarily,” Coffey said. “If this man is suspected of what is classified as a ‘high crime’ involving the international transport of drugs or other contraband, the questioning of him by responsible authorities is permitted.”
    “Go question him!” Dr. Lansing said. “It appears I can’t stop that. Just don’t ask me to wake him!”
    “I cannot believe you are debating this when there may be radioactive waste spilling into the sea,” Officer Loh said.
    “And I can’t believe your nation canes people nearly to death for spray-painting graffiti, but there we have it,” Dr. Lansing charged.
    “Doctor, the IROLS is rather specific on the question of interrogation,” Coffey said. “It doesn’t say ‘ask,’ it says ‘question.’ The regulations presume that the individual is awake.”
    “If he is not?” Dr. Lansing asked.
    “Then frankly, the peremptory issue is one of summum bonum, the supreme good,” Coffey said. “Will the public welfare benefit from taking reasonable security measures? The only guidelines that apply are whether there is just cause for the pursuit of the information and, if so, that the