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Orlov acknowledged the guard as he passed. The General used the keypad to enter; once inside, he showed the receptionist his ID, despite the fact that she was Masha's cousin and knew him well. Then he made his way through the reception area and down the stairs to the TV studio. At the far end, he punched the day's four-digit code on a keypad and the door popped open. When Orlov shut it behind him, the dark stairwell's single overhead bulb snapped on automatically. He walked down the stairs where another keypad gained him access to the Center. Entering the dimly lit central corridor, he turned to the right and strode toward the office of Colonel Rossky.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Sunday, 9:40 P.M.,
Washington, D.C.
Rodgers was ushered quickly through the outer and inner gates, and was met at the White House by Assistant National Security Director Grumet. The fifty-year-old woman stood nearly six feet tall, had long, straight blond hair, and wore very little makeup. Rodgers had a great deal of respect for the Vietnam veteran, who had lost her left arm in a helicopter crash during the war.
"You're waiting for me," said Rodgers. "Am I late?"
"Not at all, sir," Grumet said, saluting the General. "The rest of us happen to be old married people who were sitting home watching TV when the blast happened. We had a little head start. I swear, just when you think the world can't get any sicker--"
"Oh, I read history," Rodgers said. "I never think that. "
As Rodgers entered the doorway, he took off the jacket of his uniform and handed it to the armed Marine standing outside. Otherwise, the brass buttons would have set off the metal detector hidden in the jamb. The detector didn't ping. After running a portable detector over the jacket, the Marine returned it to Rodgers and saluted.
"What's been happening?" Rodgers asked Grumet as they walked down the short corridor to the Oval Office.
"We responded by the book," she said. "We closed down immigration and rounded up the usual suspects. The FBI put various bureaus and agencies on alert, dropped divers into the wreckage. Director Rachlin complained that the CIA spends too much money on political sensitivity training and not enough on keeping track of sociopaths, mad scientists, and ideological foes."
"That's Larry," said Rodgers. "More outspoken than Mr. Kidd. What the hell do these people want, Tobey?"
"Until we know more, we're treating it as a standard terrorist attack. It's possible that this was simply a criminal act, and that there will be a ransom demand. It's also possible that the bombing was the work of a psychotic individual or a domestic group."
"Like the bombing in Oklahoma City."
"Exactly. A group acting out their own deep anger and alienation from society."
"But you don't think so?"
"No, Mike, we don't. We think this was the work of a foreign terrorist group."
"Terrorists."
"Exactly. If so, they could simply want publicity for their cause. Generally, though, terrorist acts are used instrumentally-- that is, they are part of a plan to achieve larger ends."
"The question is, what is the goal of these people?"
"We'll know soon enough," Tobey said. "Five minutes ago, the FBI got a call in New York saying that the President would be contacted by the terrorist. The caller provided the FBI with information about the size of the blast, its location, the kind of explosives used. It checked out exactly."
"Is he going to take the call?" Rodgers asked.
"Technically, no," Tobey said, "but he'll be in the room. We think that will satisfy-- shoot!" she said as her pager buzzed. "They want us in there right now."
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