THE PRESIDENT WENT ON NATIONAL TELEVISION that same evening to reveal his meeting and accord with President Antonov of the Soviet Union. In his twenty-three-minute andress, he briefly outlined his programs to aid the Communist countries. He also stated his intention to abolish the barriers and restrictions on purchases of American high technology by the Russians. Never once was Congress mentioned. He spoke of the Eastern bloc trade agreements as though they were already budgeted and set in motion.

He closed by promising that his next task would be to throw his energies behind a war to reduce the national crime rate.

The ensuing uproar in government circles swept all other news before it. Curtis Mayo and other network commentators broadcast scathing attacks on the President for overstepping the limits of his authority. Specters of an imperial Presidency were raised.

Congressional leaders who had remained in Washington during the recess launched a telephone campaign encouraging their fellow lawmakers who were vacationing or campaigning in their home states to return to the capital to meet in emergency session.

House and Senate members, acting without the counsel of their majority leaders, Moran and Larimer, who could not be reached, solinly closed ranks against the President in a bipartisan flood.

Dan Fawcett burst into the Oval Office the next morning, anguish written on his face. "Good God, Mr. President, you can't do this!" The President looked up calmly. "You're referring to my talk last night?"

"Yes, sir, I am," Fawcett said emotionally. "You as good as went on record as saying you were proceeding with your aid programs without congressional approval."

"Is that what it sounded like?"

"It did."

"Good," said the President, thumping his hand on the desk.

"Because that's exactly what I intend to do."

Fawcett was astonished. "Not under the Constitution. Executive privilege does not extend that far-"

"God damn it, don't try and tell me how to run the Presidency, the President shouted, suddenly furious.

"I'm through begging and compromising with those conceited hypocrites on the Hill. The only way I'm going to get anything done, by God, is to put on the gloves and start swinging."

"You're setting out on a dangerous course. They'll band together to freeze out every issue you put before them."

"No, they won't " the President shouted, rising to his feet and coming around the desk to face Fawcett. "Congress will not have a chance to upset my plans."

Fawcett could only look at him in shock and horror. "You can't stop them. They're gathering now, flying in from every state to hold an emergency session to block you."

"If they think that," the President said in a morbin voice Fawcett scarcely recognized, "they're in for a big surprise."

The early-morning traffic was spreading thin when three military convoys flowed into the city from different directions. One Army Special Counterterrorist Detachment from Fort Belvoir moved north along Anacostia Freeway while another from Fort Meade came down the Baltimore and Washington Parkway to the south. At the same moment, a Critical Operation Force attached to the Marine Corps base at Quantico advanced over the Rochambeau bridge from the west.