President Cole actually slumped in the chair in his office aboard Air Force One. “Give me your opinions on the last week, and keep it short. We land in Canada in two hours and I need to get some sleep because I know for damn sure I won’t get a wink during the G-7 meetings.”
Drake glanced at Sarah but the National Security Advisor just shook her head, so Drake took the bit.
“Middle East first. I think you have only two choices, Mr. President.”
“Am I going to like either one?”
“First, we could step in and provide area security, making ourselves primary targets for everyone.”
“Old patterns.”
“Exactly, Mr. President. If you do what you’ve always done…” Drake mused.
“You’ll still be green—Kermit the Frog. I was a Green Beret, I know that particular truism well, Drake. So what’s the new a
