Operation Petrograd

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This was a hectic day even by Tokyo standards. The American embassy was on emergency footing because of the impending visit by President Reagan. Paul Tibbet, presiding over the special security meeting in the screened room, fiddled with the note pad in front of him. The President's every move, from the moment he landed aboard Air Force One until he left three days later, had been planned in minute detail. Boring to Tibbet, who was the number-two man for CIA operations in Japan, but necessary nevertheless.

Bob Wilson, chief of security from Washington, passed around the President's itinerary. "I'll need your feedback within twenty-four hours," he said. "Anything doesn't jell, anything looks dangerous to you — anything at all — I want to know pronto."

"What about security in the Imperial Palace?" Hans Fosse, deputy chief of consular affairs, asked from across the table.

"Already taken care of," Wilson said. "We've got the man going in and coming out. Inside, the Japanese'll take care of him."

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