“The problem we have, Mr. President, is that we have no way to contact any assets on the ground, or even determine if they’re still alive to do so.” Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff Brett Rogers stared at them out of their screen which linked to the White House Situation Room.
So much for hope. Frank resisted the urge to lay his head down on the table.
Once again, the President sat at the head of the table. Frank and Hank sat to either side. Frank had sat, ’cause otherwise he’d pace and that wouldn’t help anything.
In the hour since they’d been gone to the U.N. meeting with Southeast Asia, the staff in the room had been sharply upgraded. The left-hand seats along the wall were now filled with Army, Navy, Air Force, and Special Ops reps, all officer ranks. They each had direct links
