Jacobs organized.  You wouldn't believe his schedule - all the meetings and conferences to keep straight.  It's like being a juggler.
Yes, it is that way with Consuela.  Without her to watch over me… Cortez laughed! The Deputy Director (Operations) was also in his office.  Three signals from VARIABLE had come in within the space of two hours.  Well, it was not entirely unexpected that the opposition would react.  They were acting more rapidly and in a more organized way - it appeared - than he had expected, but it wasn't something that he'd neglected to consider beforehand.  The whole point of using the troops he was using, after all, was for their field skills… and their anonymity.  Had he selected Green Berets from the John F.  Kennedy Special Warfare Center at Fort Bragg, North Carolina, or Rangers from Fort Stewart, Georgia, or people from the new Special Operations Command at MacDill - it would have been too many people from too small a community.  That would have been noticed.  But light-fighters had four nearly complete and widely separated divisions, over forty thousand men spread from New York to Hawaii, with the same field skills as soldiers in higher-profile units; and taking forty people out of forty thousand was a far more concealable exercise.  Some would be lost.  He'd known that going in and so, he was sure, did the soldiers themselves.  They were assets, and assets sometimes get expended.  That was harsh, but it was reality.  If the infantrymen had wanted a safe life, they would not have chosen to be infantrymen, to have re-enlisted at least once each, and to volunteer for a job that was advertised as being potentially dangerous.  These weren't government clerks tossed into the jungle and told to fend for themselves.  They were professional soldiers who knew what the score was.