SIXTY EIGHT.
It had taken almost
exactly an hour to figure out what had happened.
The White House was
under lockdown. No one was being allowed in or out. The President
and the other principles had all been moved downstairs to the
Situation Room. Jack Warch, the special agent in charge of the
Presidential Detail, had originally ordered that everyone be taken
to the bunker deep under the White House, but President Hayes had
countermanded the order. He'd been in the bunker once before and
had no desire to go back unless he absolutely had to.
When Warch saw how
serious the President was, he relented. At a minimum he asked that
they relocate to the Situation Room. Hayes agreed, and the National
Security Team moved downstairs where they could monitor the crisis
and stay in close contact with their various departments and
agencies. The heavily armed and black-clad Secret Service Counter
Assault Team had taken up defensive positions around the Executive
Mansion and the West Wing. Stinger surface-to-air missiles had been
unsheathed and readied on the rooftop and Stage Coach, the
Presidential limousine, was running and waiting on the South
Grounds ready to evacuate the commander in chief from the premises
if necessary.
The men and women
under Warch's command had reacted with the precision and efficiency
that he expected. They'd run the drills over and over until every
agent and officer knew not only their own responsibilities, but
those of the people who stood next to them. Now the
one-hundred-plus-person force stood primed and poised, ready for
whatever would happen next. As the minutes passed they began to
realize that the White House was not a target. At least not
today.
The initial reports
that came into the Situation Room were that the State Department
had been hit by a car bomb. Those reports were quickly proven
inaccurate when Secretary of State Berg contacted her office and
was told the point of the explosion was actually several blocks
away on Virginia Avenue. The first real clues to the carnage were
provided by a Fox TV crew that had been at the State Department
doing a live shot. After recovering from the initial shock of the
explosion they packed up their gear and hoofed it to the sight of
the detonation.
They were lucky
enough to get to the scene before the Metropolitan Police could set
up a perimeter. Fox broadcast live footage of fire crews trying to
douse the flames of several twisted wrecks. The FBI and ATF.
arrived twenty minutes later and had the Fox TV crew moved to the
other side of the barricades with the rest of the networks and
cable outlets.
The bomb experts from
the ATF. and FBI quickly ascertained the exact point of detonation
and found what little was left of the vehicle that had been used as
the platform. After that everything was a little confusing. There
were shattered windows on both sides of the street for at least a
block in each direction. Injured people streamed out of office
buildings, many of them with nothing more than paper towels to stem
the blood that flowed from gashes caused by flying glass. The
George Washington University Medical Center, just a few blocks to
the north, was inundated with patients. Fortunately only a few of
them had injuries that were life threatening.
The actual target of
the bombing was not immediately obvious.
Several cars were
flipped, twisted and charred almost beyond recognition.
Many of the buildings
had received superficial damage, but none had collapsed. The true
target of the attack came to light when someone from the Saudi
embassy called to see if the Ambassador was still at the White
House. The answer was unfortunately no. It appeared the
Ambassador's staff, after seeing the footage, had tried to reach
both the Ambassador and his security detail. No one was answering
their phones.
An FBI agent at the
scene verified that one of the charred vehicles did in fact appear
to be a limousine. It had taken the brunt of the explosion. Torn in
half and flung across the street, it was now resting upside down in
two pieces on the opposite sidewalk. The bodies inside the
limousine were burned beyond recognition. The make of the vehicle
was verified as a Mercedes with diplomatic plates. Prince Abdul Bin
Aziz, the Royal Saudi Ambassador to the United States of America,
was dead.
President Hayes's
range of emotions went from disbelief, to confusion, to outright
anger. When Rapp entered the Situation Room for the second time the
President was absolutely furious. He had been in the midst of
trying to figure out what to say to the Crown Prince when CBS broke
the story. The speculation began almost instantly.
In the new
twenty-four-hour news cycle it wasn't enough to just report the
facts.
Talking heads were
taking to the air on every station throwing the names of terrorist
organizations around like they were corporations traded on the New
York Stock Exchange. So-called experts were calling into question
the effectiveness of the FBI and CIA and the new department of
Homeland Security was being denounced by one particularly
self-righteous pundit as a monumental failure.
During that initial
media scramble to try to get a hold of the story, one lone voice
caught the President's ear. A spokesman for the Palestinians
wondered aloud if Israel could have been behind the assassination
in an effort to delay the vote before the UN and drive a wedge
between America and her greatest Arab ally. The story had struck
such a chord that even Rapp paused to give it serious
consideration. Both he and Kennedy shot each other quick, worried
glances upon hearing the hypothesis.
If it wasn't for the
fax that Rapp held in his hand he would have been more inclined to
believe Israel was behind this entire operation.
Prime Minister
Goldberg was ruthless and daring enough to launch such a plan and
Ben Freidman was the perfect person to carry it out.
If this car bomb got
pinned on any one of a dozen terrorist groups the Crown Prince and
the rest of the House of Saud would put their wallets away and
begin cracking down on fanatics like they had never done before.
The Saudi Ambassador and the Crown Prince were very close, having
been raised together and schooled as if they were brothers.
He was the perfect
target, and what better place to do it than on US.
soil.
Several things didn't
fit, however. There was this mysterious John Doe seen meeting with
Prince Omar twice in the last two weeks. There was the audio
recording from the Brits that had them talking about war and money,
and even more interesting was the sudden appearance of this John
Doe in both New York City and Washington, DC.
All of this could be
explained away as some exotic operation by Mossad to put the
Palestinians on the defensive, stick their finger in the eye of the
UN and drive a wedge between the United States and Saudi Arabia. In
a contorted complex way Rapp could see why Freidman might launch
such an operation. The suicide bombs were not stopping and in the
minds of men like Goldberg and Freidman action was always better
than inaction. All of that fit with one exception.
Rapp held up the fax
one more time and read it. This one piece of evidence unearthed by
Dumond cast everything else they had in a different light. Rapp was
about to tell Kennedy what the young hacker had discovered when a
Marine Captain came up and told him he had an important phone
call.