Drake hesitated. His and Ru’s deal had been that they would contact each other only in moments of international crisis and that no one must ever know. They had agreed to not so much as answer the phone if anyone else was present.
Now Ru had handed off his phone as if this was a party call. Not that Drake himself was in any position to protest. He had cut off the Situation Room microphones to the Marines of the National Security Council who managed any data requests from the room. But the President and National Security Advisor sat silently by him, listening in on the speakerphone.
He now had a choice. Hang up or trust the one person on the planet he trusted least. President Cole nodded but Roy didn’t understand who they were dealing with. And now that the phone was in another’s hands, Dr
