The President Is Missing(92)
But he always knew, for all his promises to himself, there would be a moment of truth. And he always wondered if he’d have the courage to go through with it.
Chapter
83
We’re burned!” Christoph says in a harsh whisper. “Team 1 proceeding to green position.”
“Proceed to green position, team 1.”
All pretense of a sneak attack gone, the men rush to the door, fanning out in dual-entry position, five men on each side, two men standing back with the rammer, poised to charge.
“The target on the balcony has entered the penthouse,” says the leader of team 3, on the helicopter with the thermal imaging.
That’s him, Christoph knows, steeling himself.
They blow into the door with a staggering jolt. It bursts from its hinges, the top falling forward into the apartment like a drawbridge cut from its chain.
The soldiers closest to the door on each side flip their flashbangs into the apartment and quickly turn away from the threshold. A second later, the stun grenades detonate, producing a concussive blast of 180 decibels and a searing, blinding light.
For five seconds, the occupants will be blind, deaf, and unbalanced.
One, two. Christoph is first through the door as the white light evaporates, the afterbuzz of the blast still audible.
“Don’t move! Don’t move!” he shouts in German as one of the team members shouts the same in Turkish.
He scans the room, head on a swivel.
Fat guy in purple shirt, half fallen off a couch, eyes squeezed shut. Not him.
Man in undershirt and boxers, staggering backward as he clutches a bottle of water, collapsing to the floor. Negative.
Shirtless guy, dazed, on the floor, a bowl of fruit spilled over his chest. No.
Christoph moves to the other side of the couch, where a man wearing only underwear has fallen over the couch and lies unconscious. Not— And over by the sliding glass door to the balcony, the final target, lying prone on the floor: a young Asian girl wearing a bra and panties and a pained expression.
“Only five targets, team 3?” he cries.
“Affirmative, team leader. Five targets.”
Christoph moves past the Asian girl, already subdued by one of the soldiers. He slides the glass door open and bounds onto the balcony in a crouch, swinging his anti-riot weapon from side to side. Empty.
“Rest of the apartment is clear,” his second in command tells him as Christoph walks back into the living room, the adrenaline draining, his shoulders slumping.
He looks around, defeated, as the five targets are zip-tied and lifted to their feet, still dazed—if they’re conscious at all.
Then his eyes move up to the corner of the room.
At the camera looking down on him.
Chapter
84
Guten Tag,” Suliman says, giving a small salute to the soldier who cannot see him. The soldier looks so disappointed that Suli almost feels sorry for him.
Then he closes up his laptop as he is approached by the waiter at the outdoor tavern on the Spree, twenty kilometers away from the penthouse.
“Will there be anything else tonight, sir?” says the waiter.
“Just the bill,” says Suliman. He needs to get going. It’s a long boat ride.
Chapter
85
Inside the black communications tent, Chancellor Richter ends his phone call. “I’m sorry, Mr. President.”
“Gone without a trace?” I ask.
“Yes. The other people captured in the raid say he left approximately two hours ago.”
He was one step ahead of us, as usual.
“I…I need to think,” I say.
I part the flaps of the tent and walk back up to the cabin. My hopes were up, more than I cared to admit. That was our best chance. The last person who could stop the virus.
I walk into the basement, Alex Trimble trailing me. I hear them even from the hallway, before I enter the war room.
I stop at the door, keeping a distance. The techies are huddled over a speakerphone, no doubt talking with the rest of our threat-response team at the Pentagon.
“I’m saying if we inverted the sequence!” Devin is saying into the phone. “You do know what inverted means, don’t you? You have a dictionary there somewhere?”
From the speakerphone: “But WannaCry didn’t—”
“This isn’t WannaCry, Jared! This isn’t ransomware. This is nothing like WannaCry. This is nothing like anything I’ve ever freakin’ seen.” Devin throws an empty water bottle across the room.
“Devin, listen, all I’m saying is the back door…”
As the speaker continues talking, Devin looks up at Casey. “He’s still talking about WannaCry. He’s making me wanna cry.”
Casey paces back and forth. “This is a dead end,” she says.
I turn and leave the room. They’ve already answered my question.
“I’m going to the communications room,” I tell Alex. He follows me to the door, but I enter alone.
I close the door behind me. Turn off the light.
I sink to the floor and squeeze my eyes shut, though it is already dark.
I reach into my pocket, take out my Ranger coin, and start reciting.
“I volunteered as a Ranger, fully knowing the hazards of my chosen profession…”
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