Transfer of Power

"What do they think the last demand will be?"

"They think he will ask the U.S. and the UN to recognize a free and autonomous Palestinian state."

"And?" Baxter shrugged as if it was no big deal.

"Israel has sent word that they will not be bullied into any such agreement. Ted says his sources are telling him that in four hours the Israeli defense forces will go on alert, and if Aziz demands a free and autonomous Palestinian state, the Israelis will occupy the territories."

Baxter swung forward in his chair.

"Damn it. You get their ambassador on the line, and tell him if they do any such thing, I'll make sure their aid from us dries up to nothing."

King shook his head. "You can't do that, and they know you can't. There are too many senators and congressmen that would come to their aid."

Baxter's temper flared.

"The hell I can't."

King looked at his temperamental boss and waited for him to calm. After several moments he continued.

"Picking a battle with Israel is bad politics… It plays horrible in New York and even worse with our big donors out in Hollywood. I have an idea that might keep everybody happy." King sat back with a grin and crossed his legs.

On edge, Baxter blurted, "Well, out with it. I don't have all day."

"I think it's time to broker a backroom deal with them. We tell them to protest loudly if the demand is made, but to take no military action. In return, we promise that as soon as this next group of hostages are released, we'll retake the building."

"I thought we didn't want to do that."

"I thought so at first," King said cautiously.

"The more I think about it, though, you don't want to be seen as too big a wimp. If you can succeed in getting two-thirds of the hostages released and then give the order to retake the building…" King smiled.

"You will be seen as someone who was not just a good diplomat but someone who can get tough when its called for."

To himself King added, and you'll solve my problem in the process.

"Maybe." Baxter frowned while he thought about this new strategy. Then, looking at his watch, he asked, "Why hasn't Director Stansfield or General Flood come to me with this information?" King shrugged.

"If Ted knows about this, they sure as hell do."

"I don't know. Maybe Ted has a better source."

"Come on," scoffed Baxter.

"Better than Thomas Stansfield… I doubt it." Baxter reached for his phone and then realized he didn't know where either Flood or Stansfield was. One of the minions could take care of that. He had more important things to do with his time. Looking across his large desk, he said, "Get General Flood and Director Stansfield on the line for me."

STANSFIELD HAD DECIDED it would be better if they called the president from the conference room, so he. Flood, Campbell, and Ke

General Flood gave the president a brief overview of Rapp's plan to wait until the last possible moment before launching the assault. President Hayes listened intently.

The first question out of his mouth was, "What's the downside if our timing is off and we wait too long?" Hayes had an inkling of what the result would be.

"If we miscalculate, sir"—General Campbell paused for a second—"we might jeopardize all of you."

"General Campbell." It was Rapp on the line. "Delta Force is handling the mansion, correct?"

"Correct."

"How much time will it take to get them from the forward staging area to the White House… assuming the skids are warmed up and the shooters are locked and loaded?"

"Colonel Gray tells me he can put twelve operators on the roof in under two minutes, and have twelve more on-site within the next thirty seconds."

"Excuse me for asking"—back in the bunker President Hayes was frowning—"but if we can put that many people on the roof by helicopter, then why in the hell are we screwing around with parachuting these SEALS onto the roof?"

General Flood fielded the question.

"Element of surprise, sir. If we start moving the troops in by helicopter, the media and the thousands of people downtown will see them. We hope to land the SEALS and get them into the mansion without anyone noticing. It's risky, but it's the only chance we have of defusing some of the bombs so we can get the HRT in to save the hostages in the West Wing."

Rapp grabbed the chance to drive his plan home.

"And my point, Mr. President, is if we wait for Aziz and an unknown number of terrorists to head over to get you out of the bunker, we will significantly increase the chances of successfully rescuing the hostages."

General Flood liked the idea and added, "It's a sound plan, Mr.

President. We divide their forces at a time when you are still safe in your bunker, and our main concern is saving the hostages over in the West Wing. Instead of having to deal with eight Tangos, we'll only have to worry about five or six."

"So you're telling me it will increase our chances of saving hostages."

"Yes."

Hayes didn't pause for a second.

"Then lets do it."

There was a knock on the conference room door, and then one of General Flood's aides entered. "Excuse me, General The vice president is on the line and he wishes to speak to you and Director Stansfield immediately.

If you'd like, I can have the call patched through to you here."

President Hayes's voice floated down from the overhead speaker system. "I think it's time we let Vice President Baxter know that he's no longer ru

Flood turned to his aide.

"Patch the call through."

Ten seconds later one of the lines on the main telecommunications console started to ring. Irene Ke

She nodded to her boss and Flood to let them know the line was up.

Flood called out in his deep voice, "Vice President Baxter?" A woman's voice answered and told them to hold the line while she got the vice president. For more than a minute the group sat in silence, waiting for the man who had initiated the call to join them. No one spoke. They all waited with anticipation to witness the ensuing confrontation between the two biggest players in American politics.

When Baxter finally came on the line, he said, "General Flood, are you there?"

"Yes, I'm here with Director Stansfield."

"Good," replied Baxter in a voice that implied anything but.

"I just received some troubling information." Baxter paused, waiting for them to ask him what it was. No one bit on his lead, so Baxter expanded.

"My national security adviser just informed me that Israel has been making certain threats."

Baxter stopped again, waiting for Stansfield or Flood to respond The two men looked at each other and said nothing. If it weren't for the tense situation, they probably would have been smiling, taking the time to enjoy the impending moment.

Baxter started again, frustration showing in his voice.

"Have either of you heard any of these rumors?"

"Yes," replied General Flood.

"We have."

"Well, why haven't you bothered to tell me?"

Flood looked up at the speakers, wondering when the president would decide to join the conversation.

"We've been busy, sir."

"Busy." Baxter mocked General Flood.

"Too busy to pick up the phone and inform the commander in chief of a crucial development."

"Commander in chief." President Hayes's voice floated down, neither angry nor calm, just supremely confident.

"I don't think so, Sherman."

Only Stansfield kept a straight face. Flood, Campbell, and Ke