The President Is Missing(58)
Before she lost interest in him romantically. That he could live with. He had no intention of remaining with one woman. But he could never understand how she could take up with Augie, of all people, the homely troll.
Stop. He touches his eyes. There’s no point.
The reply comes through:
We are told Alpha is confirmed dead.
That’s not quite the same thing as confirmation. But they’ve assured him of the professionalism and competence of the team they dispatched to America, and he has no choice but to believe them.
Suli sends back: If Alpha is dead, we are on schedule.
The response comes so quickly that Suli assumes it crossed paths with his message: Beta is confirmed alive and in custody.
“Beta,” meaning Augie. So he made it. He’s with the Americans.
Suli can’t help but smile.
Another message, so soon after the last one. They are nervous.
Confirm we are on schedule in light of this development.
He answers quickly: Confirmed. On schedule.
They think they know the schedule for the detonation of the virus. They don’t.
Neither does Suli at this point. It’s now entirely in Augie’s hands.
Whether he realizes it or not.
Chapter
46
“…need to wake him.”
“He’ll wake up when he wakes up.”
“My wife says to wake him up.”
Far above me, the surface of the water. Sunlight shimmering on the rippling waves.
Swimming toward it, my arms flailing, my legs kicking.
A rush of air into my lungs, and the light so bright, searing my eyes— I blink, several times, and squint into the light on my face, my eyes slowly coming into focus.
Focus on Augie, sitting on the couch, wearing shackles on his wrists and ankles, his eyes dark and heavy.
Floating, time meaning nothing, as I watch his eyes narrowed in concentration, his lips moving slightly.
Who are you, Augustas Koslenko? Can I trust you?
I have no choice. It’s you or nothing.
His wrist turning slightly, almost imperceptibly. Not looking at the iron shackle. Looking at his watch.
His watch.
“What time…what day…” I start forward, stopped by pain in my neck and back, an IV protruding from my arm, the tube strung along behind me.
“He’s awake, he’s awake!” The voice of Carolyn’s husband, Morty.
“Mr. President, it’s Dr. Lane.” Her hand on my shoulder. Her face coming between me and the light. “We performed a platelet transfusion. You’re doing well. It’s 3:45 in the morning, Saturday morning. You’ve been out for a little over four hours.”
“We have to…” I start up again, leaning forward, feeling something under me, some kind of a cushion.
Dr. Lane presses down gently on my shoulder. “Easy now. Do you know where you are?”
I try to shake out the cobwebs. I’m off balance, but I definitely know where I am and what I’m facing.
“I have to go, Doctor. There’s no time. Take out this IV.”
“Whoa. Hold on.”
“Take out the IV or I will. Morty,” I say, seeing him with his phone to his ear. “Is that Carrie?”
“Stop!” Dr. Lane says to me, the smile gone. “Forget Morty for one minute. Give me sixty seconds and listen to me for once.”
I take a breath. “Sixty seconds,” I say. “Go.”
“Your chief of staff has explained that you can’t stay here, that you have somewhere to be. I can’t stop you. But I can go with you.”
“No,” I say. “Not an option.”
She works her jaw. “Same thing your chief of staff said. This IV,” she says. “Take it with you in the car. Finish the bag. Your agent, Agent…”
“Jacobson,” he calls out.
“Yes. He says he has some wound-control training from his time with the Navy SEALs. He can remove the IV when it’s done.”
“Fine,” I say, leaning forward, feeling like I’ve been kicked in the head six or eight times.
She pushes me back. “My sixty seconds isn’t up yet.” She leans in closer. “You should be on your back for the next twenty-four hours. I know you won’t do that. But you must limit your physical exertion as much as possible. Sit, don’t stand. Walk, don’t jog or run.”
“I understand.” I hold out my right hand, wiggle my fingers. “Morty, give me Carolyn.”
“Yes, sir.”
Morty places the phone in my hand. I put it to my ear. “Carrie, it’s going to be today. Get word to our entire team. This is my formal acknowledgment that we are to move to stage 2.”
It’s all I need to say to get us ready for what we are about to face. Under “normal” disaster scenarios, at least those occurring after 1959, I would reference the DEFCON levels, either for all military systems worldwide or for selected commands. This is different—we are facing a crisis never conceived of in the fifties, and pieces must be set in motion in ways far different from what we would do during a conventional nuclear attack. Carrie knows exactly what stage 2 means, partly because we’ve been at stage 1 for two weeks.
Nothing from the other end but the sound of Carrie’s breath.
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