The president is escorted to the Situation Room. The CIA director, the secretary of defense, the NSA director, the chairman of the joint chiefs as well as Admiral Smith and Generals James Bradley and Victor Sanford are on their feet, expecting him.
“Please, everyone take a seat.” He sits, but barely on the edge of his seat. “First of all, I want to thank each and every one of you. I know this has been a terrible ordeal. We didn’t come out of it one hundred percent, but it could have been so, so much worse. Secondly, I will be speaking to the American people tonight at 8:00.” Once he has this much off his mind, he sags visibly.
“Now we have to get back to work. I need as much information about the whole picture as you can give me. I know that we’re going to take flack on this because of what happened in Oakland. But I believe that the people will understand at some level that we did our best. Right now, that’s all I have to say. I’ll excuse myself to put my thoughts together for tonight.”
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