Chapter Ten
A week of time hadn’t shed a single bit of light on President Javad Madani’s cryptic warning.
Damien had listened to scores of theories proposed and shot down during multiple Sit Room meetings. He’d done his best to migrate back to his watch desk, and had succeeded for the most part. But he was still drawn into a much higher percentage of meetings than was usual for a man in his position. He tried not to read too much into it. He liked his role as Sit Room librarian, the one person most deeply steeped in the knowledge of not only the room’s operation, but also the history of the decisions which had been made here. He pre-dated the current administration despite their double term of office, and he had some hope of post-dating the next one even if they won a double term.
But t
