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CHAPTER TWENTY TWO
CHAPTER TWENTY TWO 2:50 p.m. Eastern Standard Time The Situation Room The White House, Washington, DC “Iran is one of the oldest civilizations known to man,” Kurt Kimball said, his voice a deep monotone that threatened to put his audience into a coma. “For thousands of years it was known to outsiders as Persia—the word Iran appeared in writing for the first time in the 200s AD. Iran’s fortunes have ebbed and flowed throughout history. Six hundred years before Christ, Persia was probably the greatest empire the world had ever seen.” Susan was barely listening. She tried to think of where Stone might be at this moment. Was he safe? Was he injured? Was he dead? She looked around the egg-shaped room at the tired, sallow faces. It was a packed house. Another day, another crisis. Susan h
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