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This in essence was why the director of the CIA needed to speak with the President and General Flood this evening. Rapp had called to give her the good news about the Andersons, but then had made a somewhat unorthodox request. At first Ke
After a brief check by the Secret Service, the director's limousine was allowed admittance through the southwest gate. It pulled up West Executive Drive and stopped. Ke
Ke
"You look very nice this evening, Irene," the always gallant agent said.
"Thank you, Jack, and so do you."
Warch, like all the agents working the detail this evening, was dressed in formal attire. He offered his arm.
"The President and General Flood are upstairs waiting for you."
Ke
"How are Sheila and the kids?" asked Ke
"They're doing well. And Tommy?" Warch was referring to Ke
"Growing like a weed… starting to get a little lippy." She shrugged.
"You know… all the stuff that goes along with being seven." Ke
They entered the elevator that would take them up to the second floor of the residence. Warch placed his back to the wall and clasped his hands in front.
"How's my favorite counterterrorism agent?"
Ke
"He's fine."
Warch looked uncomfortable for a moment and then said, "His wife cornered me just a few minutes ago. She wanted to know where Mitch is."
"And?" asked Ke
The elevator stopped and the door opened.
"I told her I have no idea."
Ke
"Do you have any idea?"
Warch frowned.
"No."
"Good," said Ke
They both walked across the wide hallway that was more like a living room and stopped outside the door to the President's study.
"Irene," the agent said in a concerned voice, "I think someone needs to have a talk with A
"How so?"
"I just think you should talk to her."
"And tell her about what covert operations the CIA is ru
"No." Warch's face twisted in disagreement.
"Of course not. But someone needs to tell her to stop asking all these questions."
"She's a reporter. That's what she does for a living."
"I know, but it's her husband, for Christ's sake, so it's only going to get worse. I think a little reassurance from you would go a long way."
Ke
"She's here tonight?"
"Yep."
On second thought, with Mitch out of town this might be the perfect opportunity for her to set a few things straight with his wife.
There had been a noticeable chill between the two of them and since both would be involved in Rapp's life for some time, maybe now was a good time for them to talk.
"All right, I'll try to have a talk with her later."
Warch knocked on the door to the study, waited for a second, and then turned the old brass knob and opened the door. The chairman of the Joint Chiefs and the commander in chief were sitting by the fireplace playing a game of cards. General Flood had a glass half-filled with a brown liquid that Ke
Both gentlemen stood and complimented the director of the CIA on how nice she looked. Ke
The President settled back into his chair and picked up his hand.
Looking over the top of the cards he asked, "Whose turn is it?"
"It's yours," replied the general.
Hayes started to pluck a card and then decided to put it back.
"So, Irene, what's on your mind?"
"We have a situation, sir, that I think you need to be aware of."
Ke
Ke
"Several hours before dawn in the Philippines we inserted a team into the jungle of Dinagat Island to take care of the situation with General Moro. While en route to their primary objective, the team stumbled across hostile forces that they identified as a column of Abu Sayyaf guerrillas."
Hayes set his cards down. He did not like the way this sounded.
The last thing he needed right now were more U.S. forces killed in the Philippines.
"Please tell me there wasn't another ambush?"
"No, sir, there wasn't. The team was not sighted by the opposing force. They allowed the column to pass, and then went on to complete their primary objective."
Hayes looked a little confused.
"Then what's the problem?"
"Well"-Ke
The President looked intrigued.
"Let's hear it."
"The enemy column was transporting the Anderson family, all five of them."
"You're serious?" asked a suddenly eager President.
Ke
"Yes, sir, the team split into two groups of two. One group went on to complete the primary mission while the other trailed the enemy column."
Now on the edge of his seat, Hayes asked, "Do we know where they are?"
Smiling slightly, she answered, "We have eyes-on intelligence, sir.
We know exactly where they are. GPS coordinates and all."
Hayes stood abruptly. A day hadn't passed in the last six months where he hadn't thought of that poor family.
"I want the National Security Council convened in the Situation Room in one hour." Hayes checked his watch.
"I'll find an excuse to get over-" The President noticed Ke
"What's wrong?"
"I don't think we should go into crisis mode just yet."
Now the President was really confused.
"Why not?"
"Mitch has requested that we keep this very low-key. He's onboard the Belleau Wood right now doing a tactical assessment while our team is on the ground giving him a constant stream of intel on the target."