Chapter Ten
“Are we really sure this is the best option?” Peter looked at the itinerary Frank had worked up. They sat at Noi Bai Airport in his office aboard Air Force One after the second long day of ASEAN meetings. He had slept aboard, as it had offered him the best secure communications as well as being highly defensible. Geneviève had stayed in the city until now, far busier than even he was, and he had missed her terribly.
“There are two ways to approach this, sir. We can let everyone know the President is arriving at an old French plantation in the Northern Highlands of Vietnam far too close to the Laotian border for my taste. We can do this after taking three to six months to plan, then insert heavy U.S. and Vietnamese forces to lock down the entire area.”
Peter looked at Geneviè
