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“No, I suppose you’ve been around long enough that it wouldn’t.” She took a sip of her coffee. “And the Chinese are no different. Even with their huge population, they can turn on a dime if they have to. Then you have the multinational corporations who don’t answer to anyone but their boards. And the growing number of billionaires who are all but above the law.”

Rapp nodded, thinking that this was just another example of what he had been thinking about—problems that he couldn’t solve and wanted nothing to do with.

“The world used to be pretty much the same century after century, Mitch. And despite the fact that the earth is constantly moving beneath our feet, we need to figure out how to pull this country together. To put it back on top and position it to stay there.”

“I don’t envy you,” Rapp said honestly. “But this is all way above my pay grade. I deal with external physical threats. That’s it.”

“What if that’s not where the danger’s coming from? What if it’s coming from inside?”

“I don’t know.”

She nodded thoughtfully. “Good answer. Because it’s not an easy question. Could you do me a favor, though, and put it in the back of your mind? Where do you think this country needs to go? How are we going to get there? And what role would you like to have in that? Because in Tony’s administration your pay grade can be whatever you want it to be.”

5

SOUTHWESTERN UGANDA

LIEUTENANT Jeremiah Grant wasn’t sure if his current situation was best described as a shit show or a clusterfuck. But it was one of those for sure. In fact, he’d never been so sure of anything in his life.

It had all started out so well. He could still feel his initial elation at being put in command of this operation. Naïve wasn’t a word he’d generally use to describe himself but, like clusterfuck, it fit perfectly. Of that, he was also dead certain.

Dead. Another word that would likely come in handy soon.

In his defense, being told that the president of the United States had personally requested his involvement in a critical mission was something he’d fantasized about since his G.I. Joe days. Virtually overnight, he found himself transferred to the big leagues. The leader of the free world had entrusted him with protecting God, country, and apple pie. One day, he might even find himself getting a medal hung around his neck in the Oval Office. He could almost picture the adoring faces of his friends and family as they watched.