Ambrose O’Connor
After Roger speaks this, Ambrose puts his hands together and says a little prayer, mostly to himself: Roger has to strain to hear. "Holy Father, please give this soldier of Christ the resolve and peace he needs in this time of trouble. In the name of Christ, our Lord, amen."
Roger’s handler at SANDMAN MilOps. He started in OSS during World War II, and now operates under CIA cover. Something of a Wild Bill Donovan type but a bit jaded and, of course, burdened with the extra Manichean burden of knowing about History B.
By 1973, Ambrose has salt-and-pepper hair, perhaps more sale than pepper, and a generous receding hairline. His expression is careworn and the lines on his face pronounced. He’s lost some weight since his clandestine days in Vietnam, and the California weather seems to be doing him good: he’s got a tan.