"There had to be another way," added Laird. "And there is," Sandecker went on. "Underground tubes leading out of the city were constructed using electromagnetic technology that can hurl a convoy of canisters containing high-ranking people from the White House and classified material from the Pentagon to Andrews Air Force Base and into the basement of a hangar where an air-command-transport version of the B-2 bomber is prepared to take off within seconds of their arrival."

"I'm pleased to learn that I know something that you don't," Laird said cryptically.

"If I took a wrong turn, please set me straight."

"Andrews Air Force Base is too widely known for departure and arrival of aircraft carrying high-level personnel," said Laird. "You were quite correct about a facility for housing a B-2 modified as an airborne command post. But the plane is based underground at a secret site southeast of the city in Maryland."

"If you'll forgive me," said Gunn, "I don't doubt what you're saying, but it does have a ring of fantasy about it."

Laird cleared his throat and spoke directly to Gunn as if he was lecturing a schoolboy. "The American public would be knocked out of their socks if they had the slightest glimpse of the devious and circuitous maneuvers that take place around the nation's capital in the name of good government. I know I certainly was when I came here. I still am."

The bus slowed and came to a stop beside the entrance of a short passageway that led toward a steel door standing beneath two video cameras. The forbidding starkness was heightened by recessed fluorescent lighting that illuminated the narrow chamber with an intense brilliance. To Gunn it appeared as "the last mile" walked by condemned murderers on their way to the gas chamber. He remained in his chair, his eyes straying into the passageway when the driver came around and opened the side panel on the bus.

"Begging your pardon, sir, but one more question." Gunn shifted his gaze to Laird. "I'd be grateful to learn just where it is we're meeting with the President."

Laird looked speculatively at Gunn for a moment. Then at Sandecker. "How say you, Admiral?"

Sandecker shrugged. "In this circumstance I can only rely on speculation and rumor. I'm curious myself."

"Secrets are meant to be kept," said Laird seriously, "but since you've come this far and your history of honor in the service of your country goes unquestioned, I believe I can take it upon myself to induct you into what is a very exclusive fraternity." He paused and then continued tolerantly. "Our short journey has taken us to Fort McNair and directly beneath what was once the base hospital until it was abandoned after World War H."

"Why Fort McNair?" Gunn persisted. "It seems more convenient for the President to have met us at the White House."

"Unlike former chief executives, President Wallace almost never goes near the place at night." He said it as if it were a comment on the weather.