CHAPTER TEN
Zero’s throat ran dry. He was in the White House with a hundred people and a thousand cameras. He couldn’t run. He couldn’t fight his way out of this. The pair of Secret Service agents flanked him on either side, almost shoulder to shoulder.
“Let’s keep those hands where we can see them,” Hillis said casually.
Outside, the two Secret Service agents led him toward a waiting black SUV. The DNI got in the passenger-side back seat and motioned for Zero to get in on the other. As soon as the doors were closed again, the Secret Service men retreated back into the White House.
Behind the wheel was a man clad all in black wearing aviator sunglasses. Beside him was another, similarly dressed and wearing a black ball cap backward on his head. Zero recognized the insignia on the hat:
