CHAPTER THIRTEEN
12:14 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Outside the White House
Washington DC
“No one gets inside,” the tall man said into his walkie-talkie. “Are we clear? I want personnel centered at the gatehouse, but I also want eyes in the sky watching every possible point of entry. Shooters on the roof.”
“Roger that,” a voice squawked from the handset.
“Tell those shooters use of deadly force is green light. Repeat, green light on deadly force, but only if necessary.”
“On whose authority?”
“Mine,” the man said. “My authority.”
“Copy,” the voice said.
The tall man’s name was Charles “Chuck” Berg.
He was forty years old, and had been in the Secret Service for nearly fifteen years. He had been the head of the President’s home security detail for more than two years. It had come abo
