"What do you think he will do?"
"I think he will be forced to act immediately, perhaps rashly, in order not to appear weak. If he does, given the state of the Pakistani forces, I think he is likely to fail, and if he fails, it's going to be very bad, and his own military will want his head."
"He's been a good friend to us in a number of ways," Will said, "but I have to say I concur with your views. My immediate inclination is to send in our aircraft and the SEALs."
"That would be my view, as well," Kiel said, "but it's a move fraught with risk. We've never confronted a situation where a terrorist group has got hold of a nuclear weapon, and now these people have two."
"Yes," Will said. "I'm also inclined to think that this act was extremely well planned and executed, and I expect that they decided what they were going to do with the missiles before they attacked."
"I think you're probably right."
"God, I hope we have time to get a grip on it before they move further," Will said.
Kiel stood up and offered his hand. "A car is waiting to take me to Walter Reed," he said. "All I can do now, Will, is to wish you luck."
"Thank you, George. Good luck with the surgery and thank you for your exceptional service during our first term. Please give Doris my best, and know that you will be in our prayers."
The two men shook hands, and Kiel left.
Will picked up the phone and asked for Tim Coleman, his chief of staff.
"Yessir?"
"Tim, George Kiel is undergoing surgery for prostate cancer today and is out of the campaign. Ask Kitty to coordinate with his press secretary about an announcement."
"Sir, you might consider announcing it at the convention."
"Maybe. You get together with Kitty, Tom Black, and our leadership in the Congress and come up with some names. We all know who they're going to be, but it's important to consult."
"Do you have a top candidate in mind?" Tim asked.
"I'd appoint Sam Meriwether in a heartbeat, but we can't have both members of the ticket from one county." Sam Meriwether had been Will's own congressman before he had won Will's Senate seat in a special election. He had acted as Will's campaign manager when he first ran and was this time, as well.
"Yeah, well…" Tim said. "We'll get on this right away."
"I'm going to need some names before I get on that helicopter," Will said.
"I wish George had given us more notice."
"He didn't know himself, and, after all, he did tell me he would be around for only the first term." Will looked down and saw a light flashing on his phone. "I've gotta go." He pressed the button.
"Mr. President," the operator said, "I have President Khan of Pakistan for you."
"Good. Find everybody who was meeting in the Situation Room and get them back here, please." He pressed the relevant button. "President Khan?"
"Yes, Mr. President. I can give you some information now."
"Please, go ahead." He looked up to see Kate and Lance Cabot enter the room. "If you agree, I will put you on speaker, so that my people may hear you."
"Yes, please do."
The military people were entering the room as Will pressed the speaker button. "Please go ahead, Mr. President," he said.
"We estimate a detachment of forty to fifty in the initial assault," Khan said, "and they appear to be bringing in more people and fortifying the site now. There have been fatalities outside the building, but we have no knowledge of what happened inside. We suspect that the Taliban may have kidnapped two technicians earlier, so they may have launch capabilities."
"Excuse me, Mr. President," Will said, "but doesn't launching require codes?"
"Yes. In theory, only I can give the order, but the officer carrying the codes disappeared this morning, and we cannot locate him. We suspect that he may either have been taken by the Taliban or Al Qaeda or be in collusion with them."
"Please go on, Mr. President."
"I have given the order for an attack," Khan said, "and assault troops from a nearby base are moving into position as we speak."
"Mr. President, do you have shelter available that will withstand a nuclear attack?"
"I am leaving momentarily for my bunker," Khan replied.
"Good. Can you tell us which of the silos contain the nuclear warheads?"
"I will instruct my military staff to communicate with yours on that subject," Khan replied. "Now if you will excuse me, I must go."
"Good-bye, Mr. President, and good luck," Will said, but Khan had already hung up. He replaced the receiver and looked around the table. "Who has an update?"
General Boone spoke. "I have been in touch with the Pakistani military headquarters but was unable to speak with the commanding general. I got a feeling that the place was chaotic."
Kate spoke. "Our people on the ground suspect that at least some of the military command may have defected or revolted. A coup may be imminent."
"A coup in whose favor?" Will asked.
"We don't know," Kate said, "but Khan, of course, is a figure of hatred for fundamentalist Muslims. If he's replaced, it's not going to be with somebody we like."
Will turned to Boone. "General, how quickly could we attack the installation if the order were given now?"
"Given the logistics, not before midnight," Boone said, "but I've already placed the relevant units on alert and ordered the aircraft armed."
"Can you begin moving the SEALs closer to the installation?"
"They're less than an hour away by helicopter, so they're better off waiting where they are."
"Madame Director, please get in touch with Israeli intelligence. I don't know if they're aware of this situation yet, but I wouldn't be surprised. I don't want them jumping into this. Let them know that they're under no immediate threat. Also, please brief the secretary of state and ask him to call his counterpart in India and tell them what's happened. It's possible that Delhi might be a target for these missiles."
"Yes, Mr. President." She got up and left the room.
"General Boone," Will said, "what can we do that we haven't already done?"
"Militarily, nothing, Mr. President. Politically, well that's up to you."
"Lance, do we have any indication that anyone else knows about this yet?"
"No, Mr. President, but the lid won't be on it long, so I suggest we operate as if everybody knows."
"I'm not ready to announce this," Will said.
"No, sir, and you shouldn't, but you should be ready to respond to a leak immediately."
Will stood up. "All right, I'll leave you to your work, but I want to be notified of any change, good or bad, in the situation."
"Mr. President," General Boone said, "for the moment, it's pretty much out of our hands, but we'll do everything we can to be ready to move."
"Thank you, gentlemen," Will said. He left the Situation Room for the Oval Office.
4
WILL WALKED INTO THE OVAL OFFICE TO FIND TIM COLEMAN, KITTY CONROY, HIS campaign manager Sam Meriwether, his political consultant Tom Black, and the majority leader of the House and the minority leader of the Senate waiting for him. They all rose as he entered.
"Mr. President," Tim said, "is there something going on that we should know about?"
"You'll be briefed in a few minutes," Will said. "Now, have a seat and tell me whose names are on your list."
Tim began to read. "Senator Charles Watts of Idaho."
Will shook his head. "No-Idaho has a Republican governor, and we can't afford to give up the Senate seat."
"Congressman Tad Giddens of Nebraska."
"A good man, but green and a little impulsive. I need a grayer head."
"Governor Martin Stanton of California."
Will said nothing for a moment. "Good one. Who else?"
"Governor Bobby Breen of Texas."