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The last man passed and Rapp fell in silently behind him. Now the location of the American team would be clearly delineated by the beams at the front and back of the column.

“Mas, Bruno. I’m in position at the rear.”

Thirty seconds later all hell broke loose. Rapp could see the two flashing arcs of tracer rounds coming down into the forest around him. In a few seconds, there wouldn’t be anything larger than a cockroach alive for twenty-five yards in any direction around the column. His main worry now was one of the miniguns cutting a tree down on top of him.

17

THE WHITE HOUSE

WASHINGTON, DC

USA

THE buzz of the phone on Anthony Cook’s night table awoke him with a start. He reached over and picked up, trying to shake off his grogginess. “Go ahead.”

“I’m sorry to disturb you at this hour, Mr. President, but Deputy Director Nash is on the line and he says it’s urgent.”

That was enough to wake him fully. Michael Nash wasn’t a man prone to hysteria or calling in the middle of the night over trivial matters.

“Put him through.”

There was a brief pause and then Nash’s voice came on. “I’m sorry to—”

“It’s okay. Get to the point, Mike.”

“Yes, sir. We’re getting reports of what appears to be a massive rescue operation in the mountains west of David Chism’s research facility.”

“Meaning what?”

“We don’t know exactly. Somewhere around ten helicopters were involved and there was a fair amount of shooting. But we don’t know at what.”

“What about Chism?”

“Unknown.”

“Was it Rapp and Coleman?”

An uncomfortable silence.

“Answer the fucking question, Mike!”

“Again, I can’t say for certain, sir. This is brand-new information and we’re working with less than reliable sources. But I don’t know who else it would be.”

“So, they didn’t leave.”

“We relayed your message, sir. But like I said, we have a limited ability to tell Mitch Rapp and Scott Coleman what they can and can’t do. Particularly outside the country.”

Cook sat up in bed. “I need to know what’s going on over there, Mike. Now.”

“Yes, sir. I’m on my way out the door and Irene’s in the process of trying to contact Mitch. We’ll be at the office in just over an hour and should know more by then.”

The mention of Kennedy’s name made Cook’s teeth clench. She’d stonewall, lie, cheat, and steal to protect Mitch Rapp. Nothing she said on this subject—or any other—could be trusted.