The President slipped on a pair of reading glasses and opened the folder. After a few minutes he peered over the horn-rims at Kemper. “A damn fine record. Whoever picked him for the job knew his onions. But why would a man of his reputable background suddenly involve himself with such a bizarre venture?”

Jarvis shook his head. “The best guess is that the massacre of his wife and children by terrorists pushed him off the deep end.”

The President mulled over Jarvis’s words and turned to the Joint Chiefs. “Gentlemen, I’m open for proposals.”

General Higgins took the cue and pushed back his chair and stepped to the screen. “Our staff planners have programmed a number of alternatives, all based on the assumption that the Iowa is carrying a deadly biological agent. First, we can call up a squadron of Air Force F-one-twenty Specter jets to blast thelowa with Copperhead missiles. The attack would coincide with supporting firepower by Army units on shore.”

“Too uncertain,” said the President. “If the destruction is not immediate and total, you may well disperse the Quick Death agent.”

“Second,” Higgins continued, “we send in a team of Navy SEALs to board the Iowa from the water and secure the stern section, which contains a helicopter landing pad. Then Marine assault troops can land

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and seize the ship.” Higgins paused, waiting for comments.

“And if the ship was battened down”-this from Kemper-“how would the Marines gain entry?”

Jarvis fielded the question. “According to the shipyard people, most of the Iowa’s armor and superstructure were replaced with wood. The Marines could blast through to the ship’s interior, providing, of course, Fawkes’s men hadn’t cut them down while they were landing.”

“If all else fails,” said Higgins, “our final alternative is to finish the job with a low-yield nuclear missile.”

For nearly a minute no one in the room spoke, each man unwilling to air the unthinkable consequences to the general’s last proposal. Finally, as he knew he must, the President took the initiative. “It seems to me a small neutron bomb would be a more practical out.” “Radioactivity alone won’t kill the QD agent,” said Jarvis. “Also,” Kemper injected, “I doubt if the lethal rays could penetrate the turret. They’re nearly airtight when buttoned up.”

The President looked at Higgins. “I must assume your people have weighed the terrible possibilities.”

Higgins solemnly nodded. “It comes down to the age-old choice of sacrificing a few to save many.” “What do you call a few?”

“Fifty to seventy-five thousand dead. Perhaps twice that number injured. The small communities closest to the Iowa and the congested sector of Alexandria would be the hardest hit. Washington proper would receive minor damage.”