"No. I'm in the middle of Northern Wisconsin. The nearest town is fifteen miles away."
"Well, the blast at Mount Weather was picked up by seismic installations around the globe. The French government is complaining that we have reneged on the test-ban treaty, the Germans are saying that there was a nuclear accident west of Washington, and rumors are running rampant in the American press that there was a terrorist attack on a secret government facility near Washington."
Rapp set his coffee cup down. "Irene, tell the president that I do not need, or want, the public acknowledgment."
"I already told him that, but he won't listen. He says whether you like it or not you deserve it."
"Absolutely not."
"Then you'd better tell him yourself."
Rapp looked across the length of the lake. "I have no desire to talk to the president. In fact, tell him I'm already thinking about quitting, and if he so much as mentions my name it's a done deal. And tell him that not only will I quit, but I'll tell every last reporter in Washington that while the rest of us were trying to stop these terrorists, he was more concerned with election-year politics and listening to Valerie Jones and Martin Stokes and that Stealey woman from the Justice Department."
There was a long pause on the line, and then Kennedy asked, "You're not serious about quitting?"
"You're damn right I am."
"Mitch, let's not overreact here. I'm sure I can convince the president not to "
"It's not that, Irene. I'm fed up with the whole mess. All the politics and the P.C. bullshit. I'm sick of working with people who have no idea how to fight this battle. I'm sick of trying to convince political appointees how serious the threat is, and I'm sick and tired of people who want to treat this as if it's a law enforcement issue when we're in the middle of a damn war."
"Mitch, I share your frustrations, but you are far too valuable to this fight. We need you."
"Then you'd better convince the president to make some changes. I don't want a medal, I don't want any public recognition I want some people fired. Remember when we used to fire people, or better yet, remember when people used to resign? Well, I don't care if they leave on their own, or if they're shown the door, but some people need to go."
Kennedy didn't answer right away. After a long pause she said, "Would it help if I told you Valerie Jones will be stepping down within the month?"
"I'd say it's a nice start. What about Stokes and Stealey?"
"I'm not sure about Stokes, but I don't think he's the problem. If we tell him to crack down, he'll do it."
"Then what about Stealey? She's the idiot who convinced the president to lock those two guys from Atlanta up in a jail, when they should have been stuffed in some hole."
"I think between the two of us we can make that happen. Will that help?"
"Again it's a nice start."
"So, I'll see you at work soon?"
Rapp looked out across the serene lake. The ski boat was headed back in his direction. They were still several hundred yards away, but he could tell it was his wife who was flying across the wake. She was practically lying down on each cut, throwing up a wall of water.
"Mitch," said Kennedy, "this thing is far from over. You know they're going to come at us again."
Rapp knew better than anyone that the Islamic radical fundamentalists were not about to pack up and quit. He let out a tired sigh and closed his eyes. "Irene, I'm tired, and I'm sick of butting heads with people who are supposed to be on our side."
"Believe me, I understand. I've already spoken to the president about this, and he knows that he hasn't listened to us enough. The enormity of what almost happened has shaken him to the core." Kennedy's voice had taken on a surprisingly optimistic tone. "Mitch, if there was ever a time to get him to declare open season on terrorists-this is it."
"But will he? When it comes down to it, will he actually turn us loose?"
"This time yes, I think so."
Rapp looked out across the water and sincerely wondered if he could walk away from it all. He doubted it. He was too passionate about the fight. He didn't need to admit that to Kennedy and the president, though. He would push for everything he could get.
"Irene, I want carte blanche. Tell the president I'm going to hunt down every last son of a bitch who had a hand in this attack, and I don't want anyone from the White House or the Justice Department looking over my shoulder."
"I think there's a very real chance he would welcome that strategy."
"Good then I'll be in sometime this week." Rapp ended the call, his mind already a thousand miles away, coming up with a plan of attack. A mental list was forming of who and what to hit first. Soon the religious zealots would regroup and come at them again. The outcome of this war, Mitch knew, was far from certain. There was no walking away from this fight. No sidestepping it. There was only one way to wage it-head-on and with brutal and overwhelming force.
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Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Prelude
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Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
Fourteen
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Sixteen
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Twenty-One
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Forty-Nine
Fifty
Fifty-One
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Fifty-Seven
Fifty-Eight
Fifty-Nine
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Sixty-Five
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Sixty-Eight
Sixty-Nine
Seventy
Seventy-One
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Seventy-Three
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Seventy-Six
Seventy-Seven
Seventy-Eight
Seventy-Nine
Eighty
Eighty-One
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Eighty-Three
Eighty-Four
Eighty-Five
Eighty-Six
Eighty-Seven
Eighty-Eight
Eighty-Nine
Ninety
Ninety-One
Ninety-Two
Ninety-Three
Ninety-Four
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
Prelude
One
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Three
Four
Five
Six
Seven
Eight
Nine
Ten
Eleven
Twelve
Thirteen
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en
Fifteen
Sixteen
Seventeen
Eighteen
Nineteen
Twenty
Twenty-One
Twenty-Two
Twenty-Three
Twenty-Four
Twenty-Five
Twenty-Six
Twenty-Seven
Twenty-Eight
Twenty-Nine
Thirty
Thirty-One
Thirty-Two
Thirty-Three
Thirty-Four
Thirty-Five
Thirty-Six
Thirty-Seven
Thirty-Eight
Thirty-Nine
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Forty-Nine
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Fifty-One
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Fifty-Seven
Fifty-Eight
Fifty-Nine
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Seventy
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Seventy-Five
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Seventy-Seven
Seventy-Eight
Seventy-Nine
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Eighty-One
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Eighty-Six
Eighty-Seven
Eighty-Eight
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Ninety-One
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Ninety-Four
Epilogue
Vince Flynn, Memorial Day
(Series: Mitch Rapp # 7)
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