Chapter 9
6:05 a.m.
Joint Counter-Terrorism Command Center - Midtown Manhattan
“Luke, the best thing to do is get your people together and go back to Washington,” the man in the suit said.
Luke stood inside the swirling chaos of the command center’s main room. It was already daytime, and weak light filtered in from windows two stories above the working floor. Time was passing too quickly, and the command center was a clusterfuck in progress.
Two hundred people filled the space. There were at least forty workstations, some of them with two or three people sitting at five computer screens. On the big board up front, there were twenty different television and computer screens. Screens showed digital maps of Manhattan, the Bronx, Brooklyn, live video streams of the entrances to the Hollan
