Executive Power Part 25

Kennedy replied with a simple, h.e.l.lo' Val Jones turned her attention to Rapp.

"How are you, Mitch?"

Rapp remained facing the portrait of one of America's greatest Presidents. Instead of turning around he looked over his shoulder at the chief of staff. He and Jones had never gotten along. In fact, he could think of no other woman who he currently detested more.

Regarding her suspiciously he answered, "I've been better," then returned his attention to the portrait of Jefferson.

"Oh that's too bad. How'd you get the black eye?"

Fortunately for Rapp the President entered the room before he could answer.

"Sorry I'm late." Hayes dropped a leather-bound folder on his desk and hurried over to greet Rapp.

"Mitch, once again you saved the day. Great job over there in the Philippines."

"Thank you, sir." Rapp took his hand.

The President's attention locked in on Rapp's s.h.i.+ner.

"Did things get a little rough for you over there?"

"Not too bad." Rapp shrugged it off.

"It looks like it hurts."

Rapp shook his head.

"No not really. I've had worse."

The President nodded.

"Yes, I suppose you have. Well, listen, have a seat." Hayes gestured to the couch opposite Kennedy and Jones.

"There are a few things we want to discuss with you."

"If it's all right with you, sir, I'd prefer to stand."

Hayes stopped and gave Rapp a questioning glance.

"It's my back, sir. If I sit down, I might not be able to get up."

"Oh I see. By all means stand if it feels better." Hayes took his usual chair in front of the fireplace.

"Well," said the President, "at eleven o'clock the Secretary of State and the Attorney General are going to hold a joint press conference announcing the prosecution of a.s.sistant Secretary of State Petry and Amba.s.sador c.o.x."

Rapp was shocked. He'd figured the President would string him along for another few weeks, and then let the issue die down.

"That's good news, sir."

Hayes looked up at Rapp, who was standing behind the couch on his right.

"I'm told Mr. McMahon has Amba.s.sador c.o.x in custody, and is on his way back?"

Rapp nodded.

"That's right. The emba.s.sy staff was told the Amba.s.sador had to rush home for a family emergency."

Good. The National Security Council is meeting next door as we speak. If you're still up for it I've arranged for you to be present when a.s.sistant Secretary Petry is arrested."

"I wouldn't miss it for the world."

Hayes nodded and then turned to Kennedy.

"Now on to an issue that isn't so good What in the h.e.l.l is going on in Israel?"

"I'm working on that, sir." The director of the CIA retrieved a file from her briefcase and pulled out a single sheet of paper. She handed it to the President and said, "That is a list of the terrorists who were killed in the attack."

Hayes put on his reading gla.s.ses and scanned the names.

"Holy cow! Is this for real?"

"As far as I can tell, yes, but the CTC is working to verify the names through other sources."

President Hayes stood to reread the list for a second time.

"What's the death count?"

"Again, the CTC is trying to verify the number, but right now the Palestinians are saying over one hundred people were killed."

"Is that possible?" asked a skeptical Hayes.

Kennedy hesitated and then said, "Yes."

"But I thought they always exaggerated those numbers."

"They might not have to this time."

Hayes kept studying the list, even though he was thinking about something else.

"Of those hundred people, how many were terrorists?"

"Right now we're guessing anywhere from twenty to forty, but I stress that is only a guess."

"And the whole bomb factory story that the Israeli's have been putting out?"

Kennedy shook her head.

"It doesn't hold up. We have satellite imagery and radio intercepts of the attack. There was an initial explosion that we haven't been able to pinpoint. That blast destroyed the house where we think the meeting was taking place, and then there were a series of explosions that followed."

"Where did those come from?" asked the President.

Kennedy hesitated for a second, knowing the President would not like the answer.

"They appear to have come from helicopter-launched missiles."

"Appear to have?" Hayes wanted a more precise answer.

"The imagery people are saying they were h.e.l.lfire missiles launched from Apaches."

"Back up a minute," ordered the President.

"Freidman told you that his people found out about this meeting and fired two missiles into the target area that ignited a secondary explosion that leveled the entire block. Correct?"

"That's what he told me, sir."

"And now you're telling me," said Hayes with a frown creasing his brow, "there was an initial explosion that we have not been able to identify, that was followed by a series of explosions that were caused by h.e.l.lfire missiles."

"Yes."

"How many?"

"Sixteen of them, sir."

"Sixteen?" asked an incredulous President.

"I'm afraid so."

"Why so many?"

"I have absolutely no idea."

"Have you asked him?"

Kennedy considered the question.

"No I haven't, sir. I wanted to discuss it with you first."

"Well, by all means"-Hayes gestured to the bulky secure phone on his desk-"get him on the phone."

"Sir," cautioned the director of the CIA.

"I'd like to do a little more digging before we confront him."

Hayes was not in a patient mood.

"The Palestinian Amba.s.sador to the UN is going to address the a.s.sembly this afternoon and demand that the UN make a full inquiry into this mess. The Saudi Amba.s.sador called me this morning to protest the slaughter of hundreds of innocent civilians."

Hayes shook his fist in anger.

"This thing is not simply going to go away.

I can get our Amba.s.sador to delay a vote by the Security Council until the end of the week, but we will not be able to put it off indefinitely. I need real answers, and I need to know what in the h.e.l.l the Israelis are up to. I also need to know what our allies know. If we know they're lying, there's a good chance a few other countries know it too."

"I'll get started on it right away, sir."

"And Freidman," snarled the President.

"I want him to either start playing by the rules he agreed to, or we will terminate our arrangement and he can kiss his a.s.s goodbye."

Kennedy nodded and told herself now was not the time to disagree with the President. The entire relations.h.i.+p with Freidman was fraught with potential disaster. The President could call up the Israeli prime minister and demand that Freidman be removed from his position as director general of Mossad, but even with the evidence they had, it might not work. Ben Freidman had files on everybody. She had a sneaking suspicion that if Freidman was ever really backed into a corner he would use those files to take down anyone and everyone. There wasn't a thing that he wouldn't rationalize if it was done to help preserve either himself or his country.

In a confident voice, Kennedy told her boss, "We'll find out what really happened over there, sir."

"Good." Only slightly satisfied, the President turned to Rapp.

"And, Mitch, I want you to take a very personal interest in this thing.

You know a side of Freidman that no one else at Langley does. I want to know why he's lying to us, and I want to know what you think we should do about it."

"Yes, sir." Rapp had a few ideas, but they would take some looking into. In the meantime he was betting on his initial suspicion. Ben Freidman had only one master, his country, and no matter how closely they held his feet to the fire, he would never betray Israel.

FORTY EIGHT.

The National Security Council was one of those Was.h.i.+ngton terms that encompa.s.sed many things. In its truest sense the Council was made up of the President and a handful of very senior advisors. In a broader sense it represented an entire staff that coordinated the flow of intelligence between various agencies and departments under the executive branch and the White House. One such group within that staff was the Counterterrorism Support Group. As their name indicated they were charged with handling all issues involving terrorism, such as the kidnapping of the Anderson family by Abu Sayyaf.

Due to the leaks that occurred at the State Department during the initial hostage rescue, the Counterterrorism Support Group had been left out of the loop during the second and successful hostage rescue.

This intentional breach of procedure was missed by no one. In a town where being in the know was the ultimate sign of power, there were a lot of bruised egos. The rumors had been fast and furious as to why, and through a few well-designed leaks, all were led to believe that their exclusion was due to a power play by none other than Mitch Rapp.

These leaks, and his reputation in general, were the cause of the icy reception that awaited Mitch Rapp when he entered the National Security Council conference room on the fourth floor of the Old Executive Office Building across the street from the West Wing. The attendees, over a dozen of them, all stopped what they were doing and looked up at the unannounced visitor. The Department of Defense, the FBI, the CIA, the State Department and Homeland Security were all represented. These were people just two rungs from the top. They carried great responsibility, they worked tirelessly and they received very little public recognition. Of the people in the room, only Jake Turbes from the CIA knew Rapp.

They all knew of him, to be sure, but not a one of them had ever said more than h.e.l.lo to him. Some of them respected him, a few despised him, mostly due to the embarra.s.sment they were now forced to endure, but to a one, they all feared him. Here in their midst was a cold-blooded killer, who had dealt with the national security issues they wrestled with every day, in a much more real and final way.

He was a man who came to meetings unannounced and rarely spoke. He was a man who had the President's ear, respect and grat.i.tude.

He was a man who each feared could end any of their careers if he so chose. So when he entered the long narrow room all of the attendees squirmed a bit, and to make matters worse, instead of taking a seat at the table, he remained standing.

Rapp positioned himself in such a way that he could observe a.s.sistant Secretary of State Amanda Petty. Of all the attendees only two, besides Rapp, had any idea what was in store. Jake Turbes of the CIA and Don Keane of the FBI were both in the know. Rapp kept himself from making eye contact with them and instead looked to Patty Hadley, the deputy national security advisor. He nodded for her to continue with the meeting.

She smiled a bit awkwardly and said, "Well, you're just the man we were looking for." Her comment was followed by some uncomfortable laughter.

Rapp allowed a wry smile to form on his lips. His problem was not with Hadley.

"Fire away."