'Mr. Vice President, sir?' General Burg said.
'I just want to say if I had my weapon here, I would shoot you in the ass.'
'General Burg,' the vice president replied, 'given the pitiful state of our military, I'm confident you'd miss.' He regarded the president.
'There was never going to be a war. No one was going to shoot at anyone or be shot at. Peace would have been reached with Iran, relations would have been normalized, and Americans would have had a guaranteed fuel supply. Whatever one may think of the methods, this was all done for the good of the nation.'
'Any time laws are broken, it is not for the good of the nation,' the president said.
'You endangered a small, industrious country trying to get its footing in a post Soviet world. You sought to undo the will of the American electorate. And you betrayed my faith in you.' Cotten rose.
'I did none of those things, Mr. President,' he replied.
'Otherwise, I would be resigning. I'll see you all at the six-thirty meeting.'
'You will not be needed there,' the president said.
'Ah,' said the vice president.
'You would prefer I go on the Today Show to discuss administration policy in the Caspian region.'
'No,' the president replied.
'I would prefer that you draft your letter of resignation to submit with the others.' The vice president shook his head.
'I won't do that.'
'You will,' the president replied.
'And attribute your resignation to mental exhaustion. I won't make you a martyr to an anti constitutional fringe. Find some other line of work, Mr. Cotten.'
'Mr. President, you are pushing the wrong man,' Cotten warned.
'I don't think so,' the president replied. His eyes and voice grew steely.
'You're correct, Mr. Cotten. I don't want a national or international scandal. But I'll suffer those before I leave a traitor in the line of succession to the office of president. Either you resign or, in exchange for that amnesty, I will urge Mr. Fenwick and his associates to tell the attorney general what they know about your involvement in this operation.' Cotten was silent. Red and silent. The president reached for the phone in front of him. He pushed a button.
'Corporal Cain?'
'Yes, Mr. President?'
'Please have an unarmed detail report to the Situation Room at once,' Lawrence told him.
'There are some gentlemen who need to be escorted to their offices and then from the grounds.'
'Unarmed, sir?' Cain repeated.
'That's right,' Lawrence said.
'There won't be any trouble.'
'Right away, sir.'
'Wait outside the door when you're finished,' the president added.
'The men will be joining you in just a moment.'
'Yes, sir.' The president hung up. He regarded the four men.
'One more thing. Information about your participation in these events must not leave this room. Amnesty will not be based on anything I intend to do for you. Pardoning you would be a sin. It will be based solely on the absence of news.' The men turned and walked toward the door. Megan Lawrence stepped aside. Hood's eyes met hers. The First Lady was glowing with pride. They were obviously thinking the same thing. She was the only Lawrence who would be stepping aside this day.
Saint Petersburg, Russia Tuesday, 12:53 p.m.
In most intelligence agencies it's often difficult to tell night from day. That's because conspiracy and espionage never rest, so the counter terrorists and spy busters also work around the clock. Most are usually fully staffed. The distinction is even less noticeable in the Russian Op-Center because the facility is below ground. There are no windows anywhere. But General Orlov always knew when it was afternoon. He knew because that was when his devoted wife called. She always rang shortly after lunchtime to see how her Sergei's sandwich was. She phoned even today, when she had not had time to prepare a bag lunch before he left. Unfortunately, the call was brief. It often was. They usually had longer conversations when he was in space than they did at the Op-Center. Two minutes after Masha called, Orlov received a call from Odette. He told Masha he would have to call her back. She understood. Masha always understood. Orlov switched lines.
'Odette, how are you?' the general asked eagerly.
'I'm very well,' the woman replied.
'We accomplished our mission.' Orlov was unable to speak for a moment. He had been worried about Odette and concerned about the mission. The fact that she was safe and triumphant left him choked with pride.
'We terminated with complications,' Odette went on, 'but we got away. There were no other injuries.'
'Where are you now?' Orlov asked.
