Chapter Seven
“And that’s all he said?”
Damien could only nod. He didn’t dare look at the Sit Room clock. Who knew how many hours they’d been here. He’d intentionally sat with his back to the big digital displays that showed local and President time. They’d be in sync right now because the President was sitting at the head of the table, but Damien didn’t want to know.
He’d never so appreciated his anonymous role at the duty watch officer’s desk. Or so wanted to get back to it.
For the entire flight home in the back of the helicopter, they’d written down every word they could remember. After checking with him on a scribbled note, Cornelia had used General Arnson as a sounding board to force them to remember as much as possible. Then all three of them had been whisked into the Situation
