CHAPTER NINE
“Five minutes, Zero.” President Pierson closed the doors to the Oval Office with the two of them once again alone inside it. “That’s all I can afford under the circumstances. You understand.”
“Of course, sir.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the USB stick. Then he gestured to the laptop on the president’s desk. “May I use that?”
Pierson nodded. Zero rounded the desk and powered up the computer. He wondered if it was being monitored. Doesn’t matter much now, he thought. What was important was that Pierson heard what he had stowed on the small black drive.
“I haven’t had a drink in six months,” the president mused quietly.
“That so?” Zero pushed the drive into the USB port.
“Mm-hmm. Had some problems with the stuff in my youth. I learned moderation, then cut it o
