CHAPTER TWENTY THREE
8:29 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
The West Wing
The White House, Washington DC
It was all wonderful fun for Gerry the Shark.
His heart was beating faster than it had in a long, long time. It was amazing what a little brinksmanship could do to ramp up the excitement.
The generals were nervous about bombing the Chinese. The President-elect was uncertain that they had the legal right to detain and imprison Chinese people in the United States—he felt maybe it was a step too far. And the Acting President appeared to be having a nervous breakdown.
Gerry the Shark alone felt completely on top of things. Oh, he was stressed out, all right. And his mind was racing. After all, he was human, just like anyone else. But it was good stress.
When he was a kid, things would some
