'I'm not going to let you advise the president.' This was not just an international showdown. It was also a territorial fight in the Oval Office. But for what, exactly? It was not just about access to the president of the United States. Fenwick had tried to confuse Lawrence, to embarrass him, to mislead him. Why? Hood shook his head and rose. Even though he had nothing to add to what he said before. Hood wanted to hear what the joint chiefs had to say. And Fenwick could not bar him from the Oval Office. As Hood was leaving the Cabinet Room, his phone beeped. It was General Orlov.
'Paul, we have some disturbing information,' Orlov said.
'Talk to me,' Hood replied. Orlov briefed him. When he was finished, Orlov said, 'We have reason to believe that the Harpooner and Iranian nationals carried out the attack on the Iranian oil rig. We believe the attack may have been the same Iranians who freed the Russian terrorist Sergei Cherkassov from prison. This would make it seem as if Moscow was involved.'
'Compelling the United States to lend its support to Azerbaijan as a counterbalance,' Hood said.
'Do you know if Teheran sanctioned the attack?'
'Very possibly,' Orlov replied.
'The Iranians appear to have been working for or were trained by VEVAK.'
'In order to precipitate a crisis that would allow them to move in militarily,' Hood said.
'Yes,' Orlov agreed.
'And the presence of Cherkassov, we think, was designed to give Iran a reason to threaten our oil facilities. To draw Russia into the crisis. Cherkassov may have had nothing to do with the attack itself.'
'That makes sense,' Hood agreed.
'Paul, you said before that members of your own government, of the NSA, were in contact with the Iranian mission in New York. That it was a member of the NSA that was in communication with the Harpooner in Baku. Could that agency be involved in this?'
'I don't know,' Hood admitted.
'Perhaps the mission put them in contact with the Harpooner,' Orlov suggested. That was possible. Hood thought about it for a moment. Why would Fenwick help Iran to blow up its own rig and then encourage the president to attack Iran? Was this a plot to sucker Iran into a showdown? Was that why Fenwick had concealed his whereabouts from the president? But Fenwick would have known about Cherkassov, Hood thought. He had to know that Russia would be drawn in as well. And that still did not explain why Fenwick had made a point of calling the president right before the United Nations dinner. That was a move designed to humiliate Lawrence. To erode confidence in the president's-Mental state. Hood thought suddenly. Hood followed the thread. Wasn't that what Megan Lawrence was concerned about? Mental instability, apparent or real, created by a careful pattern of deception and confusion? The president becomes deeply shaken. The United States finds itself on the precipice of war, led there by Fenwick. Lawrence tries to manage the crisis. What happens next? Does Fenwick undermine him somehow? Make him doubt his abilities-Or does he make the public doubt his abilities? Hood wondered. Senator Fox was already concerned about the president. Mala Chatterjee had no love for him. The secretary-general would certainly give interviews stating that the president had been completely mistaken about the United Nations initiative. What if Gable or Fenwick were also to leak information about bad judgment the president had shown over the past few weeks? Reporters would swallow it whole. Hood knew. It would be easy to manipulate the press with a story like that. Especially if it came from a reliable source like Jack Fenwick. And it wasn't just Fenwick and Gable who were involved in this. Hood now knew for certain. The vice president had been on the same page as Fenwick and Gable back in the Oval Office. Who stood to benefit most if the president himself and possibly the electorate were convinced that he was unfit to lead the nation in a time of crisis? The man who would succeed him, of course.
'General Orlov, have we heard from our people tracking the Harpooner?' Hood asked.
'They're both at the hotel where he is staying,' Orlov reported.
'They're moving in on him now.'
'To terminate, not capture.'
'We don't have the manpower to capture him,' Orlov stated.
'The truth is, we may not even have the manpower to complete the mission at hand. It's a great risk, Paul.'
'I understand,' Hood said.
'General, are you solid about this information? That the men who attacked the Iranian rig are Iranian?'
'Until their body parts are collected and identified, an educated guess is the best I can do,' Orlov said.
'All right,' Hood said.
'I'm going to take that information to the president. His advisers are pushing him to a military response. Obviously, we have to get him to postpone that.'
'I agree,' Orlov said.
'We're mobilizing as well.'
'Call me with any other news,' Hood said.
'And thank you, General. Thank you very much.' Hood hung up the phone. He ran from the Cabinet Room and jogged down the carpeted hallway toward the Oval Office. Canvas portraits of Woodrow Wilson and First Lady Edith Boiling Wilson looked down from the wall. She had effectively run the country in 1919 when her husband suffered a stroke. But she was protecting his health while looking out for the country's best interests. Not her own advancement. Had we become more corrupt since then? Or had the line between right and wrong become entirely erased? Did presumably virtuous ends justify corrupt means? This was maddening. Hood had information, and he had a strong, plausible scenario. He had Fenwick turning pale when he said that the Harpooner had been captured. But Hood did not have proof. And without that, he did not see how he was going to convince the president to proceed slowly, carefully, regardless of what Iran did. Nor were the joint chiefs likely to be much help. The military had been itching for a legitimate reason to strike back at Teheran for over twenty years. He turned the corner and reached the Oval Office. The secret service officer stationed at the door stopped him.
