Drake sat at the PEOC conference table with the President and Sarah. The new Presidential Emergency Operations Center was five stories under the West Wing entrance driveway. The old PEOC under the East Wing was far too distant and outdated for use in a true emergency. And Roosevelt’s original hardened bunker under the North Portico had been such a small and uncomfortable space that even Roosevelt himself hadn’t used it.
The only thing that had happened out of the ordinary since landing was the eight-minute flight from Andrews Air Force Base. A small fleet of helicopters from the 160th SOAR Night Stalkers—far more than the usual overwatch protection for Marine One—had whisked them to the White House. Each of the three of them had worn full HazMat suits complete with isolated air bottles fr
