Madam President (18 page)

“Go,” he said.

“I don’t want to. Not like this. I can’t seem to avoid acting like a psycho when I’m around you.”

“I seem to have that effect on women,” he joked.

“Can I call you?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“So this was, like, a one-time thing? One opportunity to make it
right, and because the goddamned Sit Room is calling me like the friggin’ world is ending, I miss out?”

“Dale, don’t.”

“Don’t?”

“Please. If you care about me at all, or about Charlotte, please just let it all go.”

Dale looked down at her phones again and felt like throwing the blinking, vibrating devices against the ornate paneled theater walls. “Right. Because I’m the one who fucked everything up, I have to do this one thing for you. Again. Whatever you want, but you agreed to meet me here, too. I didn’t force you here.”

He barely made eye contact with her. “You’d better go,” he said quietly.

“Yeah,” she agreed. She was suddenly more concerned about why the Situation Room would have called five times.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Charlotte

I
t wasn’t until the faces on some of the guests in the front row started to register discomfort that Charlotte looked around and saw Monty standing next to her onstage. Her first thought was that something awful had happened to one of the twins. She held her breath as Monty unfolded the note and handed it to her. Before she looked down, Charlotte noticed that the reporters standing on the riser in the back of the room were studying their devices and whispering among themselves and into their phones. She also noticed that her Secret Service agents had started to move onto the stage. Charlotte forced her eyes to focus on the piece of paper.

“There’s been an attack in New York City. We need to get back to the White House.” That was clear enough, but there were no instructions about what she was supposed to say to the audience. Her staff picked one hell of a time for her to start ad-libbing. She was temporarily frozen in place, uncertain what she should say to the crowd and cognizant that the entire press corps was watching and broadcasting her speech live. Monty hadn’t moved, which made resuming her remarks impossible. But it seemed abrupt to simply say that she had to go. She remembered all of the controversy surrounding her predecessor who had learned of the September 11 attacks while reading to
elementary-school children. Her eyes moved over the words a second time, and her brain took over.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I’m so sorry, but there’s an emergency that requires my attention at the White House, and I need to leave you right away. As soon as we can share the details, we will. I’m going to return this podium to its rightful owner, my vice president, who will also be needed back at the White House in a few minutes. Thank you for your hospitality. I will be back, and this important conversation is to be continued.”

Charlotte followed Monty offstage and was rushed to the motorcade by her agents, who all but lifted her off her feet. The limo took off with a screech of the tires. She heard sirens blaring and noticed the motorcycle escorts on either side of her limo. They hadn’t been there for the ride over. Craig and Marguerite were sitting across from her.

“What’s going on?”

“There were two explosions in Times Square. We don’t have any numbers on casualties, but it looks bad. The second bomb went off two minutes after the first, so all of the people rushing to help the victims of the first explosion were hurt by the second.”

“Jesus Christ.”

“We’ve got unconfirmed reports about an explosion outside the check-in counter at O’Hare, and a similar report was coming out of LAX as we were leaving. Both airports were packed. No word on casualties there, either. The FBI thinks there could be more attacks under way. We’re getting you back to the White House, but they may want to relocate you to a base somewhere outside of D.C. until things settle down.”

“That’s out of the question. I’m staying at the White House. Where are the twins?”

“Mr. Kramer is in touch with their Secret Service details. They’re fine. The agents are with them and awaiting your direction. It’s up to you and Mr. Kramer, but the Secret Service thinks that it’s unnecessary to relocate them to Washington or Camp David at this point.”

The limo sped the three-quarter-mile distance between the museum and the White House. The return to the White House took about a minute and a half. Charlotte heard the sound of helicopters
overhead as the Secret Service whisked her from where the car parked on the South Lawn into the closest entrance. Peter was waiting for her, along with Sam and her national security advisor.

“Char, are you all right?” Peter asked.

“I’m fine. Have you talked to the twins?”

“I’ve spoken to both of them. The Secret Service thinks they’re safest where they are. I can try to get out there to be with them if you want.”

“Sam, let’s see if we can get Peter to California.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Can one of you make sure that Brooke and Mark get back to the residence? I don’t want them wandering around D.C.”

“They were in the motorcade, ma’am. We put them in the guest van,” Monty assured her.

Charlotte nodded and glanced over her shoulder. Cars from the motorcade were still pulling onto the driveway.

“Where are we meeting?”

“Madam President, we are assembling the entire national security team. Some folks are here already, and others will join by teleconference. We can move the meeting to the PEOC if the Secret Service deems it necessary.”

PEOC was short for the Presidential Emergency Operations Center, an underground bunker that could protect the president and staff during a nuclear attack. More recently, the White House staff had worked from the PEOC during the attacks of September 11.

“What do we know?” Charlotte asked as they moved quickly down the colonnade.

“Three separate attacks—New York, Chicago, and L.A. There are confirmed reports now that there were two explosions in New York. It’s unclear how many devices were detonated in Chicago and L.A. There are some early reports that suggest a possible suicide bomber in Chicago. We’ve grounded all flights, but that doesn’t seem to be their mode of attack. We’ll go through all of it downstairs for you, ma’am.”

“How many people do you think we’ve lost?”

“Not sure yet, but we’ll tell you everything we know.”

They entered the Situation Room and proceeded to the confer
ence room, where Charlotte took her seat at the head of the table. The attorney general, FBI director, treasury secretary, homeland security advisor, and various deputy secretaries were already seated at the table. When they rose to greet her with the standard formality granted to a president, she motioned for them to sit. The faces of her secretaries of defense, homeland security, and state were being beamed into the conference room on screens directly in front of her. On a large flat-screen to her left, members of the New York and Washington JTTF, or Joint Terrorism Task Force, had also joined the meeting. The screen next to theirs was broadcasting live split-screen coverage of CNN, Fox, MSNBC, and ABC.

Her national security director started the meeting. “Hello, everyone. Madam President, events are obviously unfolding in real time, so we’re going to be updating you as we learn new information. We will be getting this raw, so everything we discuss in here should be considered unconfirmed until we verify and approve something for public release. I’m going to let the FBI director start, because he’s going to leave in a few minutes to join his team at FBI Headquarters. Go ahead, Mr. Director.”

“Madam President, at about ten-forty-five this morning, the NYPD responded to calls about an explosion in the pedestrian park area of Times Square. People were rushing to help the wounded when witnesses described a second, larger explosion. I believe that this is what we’re watching on CNN and ABC right now. They are broadcasting the local ABC footage of the second explosion, which took place as they were pulling up. They were the first news crew on the scene. Frankly, it’s the footage that we’re analyzing ourselves, in addition to security-camera footage, which is coming in a little more slowly.”

“How many casualties?”

“We don’t have any hard numbers yet, Madam President.”

“Give me a soft number.”

“I don’t want to guess.”

“Dozens? Hundreds?”

“We’ll have numbers soon.”

“CNN is reporting an explosion at the Port of Miami,” Dale inter
jected from the back row. Charlotte hadn’t noticed Dale when she’d entered the Situation Room.

“Put CNN on the full screen,” Charlotte ordered.

They all stared at an image that was obviously being filmed from a helicopter. A large ship was visible at the bottom of the screen. Dark smoke seemed to be pouring from one side of it.

“They’re asking us to confirm the attack. Mr. Director, is the FBI there?”

“They’re on their way, Dale. I’d rather not confirm it until our folks are able to assess the scene.”

“Are we not able to get our people there before CNN gets its crews there?” Charlotte asked pointedly.

“In some cases, we’re learning things at the same time as the media.”

“What do we know about Chicago and L.A.?”

“Very similar scenes that appear to have been closely coordinated in terms of timing—the explosions were nearly simultaneous. Witnesses have reported seeing a man in a vest at O’Hare. No such reporting in Los Angeles, but we’re checking the security footage. In both instances, there were large explosions outside the ticket check-in area.”

“Casualties?”

“No numbers yet, ma’am.”

“NBC is reporting hundreds could be dead in New York and unknown numbers of victims taken to all area hospitals in Chicago and L.A.,” Dale read from her BlackBerry.

“Four attacks if Miami is what it appears to be. Hundreds, maybe thousands of people could be dead. More attacks are possible. This is a full-fledged multicity terror offensive. Melanie, where are you on this? Are you considering moving our forces to DEFCON Three?” Charlotte asked.

“That would not be an overreaction, Madam President. At your order, we will do so.”

The last time the nation’s strategic nuclear forces were placed in a “ready” position for worldwide military engagement was on September 11, 2001.

“Do it,” the president ordered.

Everyone in the room was quiet while Melanie addressed the National Military Command Center.

“I’m on it,” Melanie confirmed.

The gravity of what had just transpired took a moment to sink in. Either Dale didn’t understand that Charlotte had just moved the country’s nuclear arsenal to a ready-to-use position, or she didn’t care. She was suddenly standing and pointing at the TV screen.

“Oh, my God. Oh, my God. It’s a huge cruise ship that’s burning. CNN is reporting that it’s a Carnival cruise ship and they had just finished boarding more than eight hundred passengers,” Dale exclaimed.

“Are those people jumping off the ship?”

“Yes. Just like the towers on September eleventh. They’re jumping off the ship to get away from the fire,” Melanie said from the monitor on the wall.

“God help us,” Charlotte murmured.

“Madam President, the Secret Service would like to relocate you to the PEOC immediately,” Craig announced.

“Is that necessary?”

“There’s an unconfirmed report of an explosion on the National Mall.”

Charlotte looked down at her hands and took a deep breath. “Anything on that, folks?”

“We’re checking, Madam President,” the FBI director said.

“We should be able to look out our windows to verify that one, shouldn’t we, people?” Charlotte said as she rose from the table. “Melanie, how long do we have until I have to make a public statement?”

“Events are too fluid right now, Madam President, but as soon as the public is able to see the scenes of devastation, they’re going to start wondering where their president is. They will need to be reassured that their government is working to protect them, and they’re going to want to know that someone knows what the hell is going on.”

“I’m sorry to put you on the spot, but I think everyone here needs to work against a deadline. How much time until I need to make a statement, Melanie?”

“Madam President, we need to move you into the PEOC right now,” Craig repeated.

“Melanie?” Charlotte asked.

“Considering the attacks seem to be ongoing, I’d say you have until dinnertime,” Melanie responded.

“Thank you. Let’s plan on an address to the public at six
P
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M
. We’ll rejoin you all from the PEOC in twenty minutes.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Melanie

M
elanie muted her line and calculated how far from Washington she would be at six
P
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M
. She’d still be at least three hours away, and she’d still be monitoring the videoconference that had been convened so that the various government agencies tasked with responding to the attacks could share information in real time. One of the failures of the response to the attacks of September 11 was the government’s limited capacity for coordination and communication during the first few hours after the attacks. What that meant for Melanie was that she would be participating in the videoconference until the moment she landed at Andrews Air Force Base.

“What time do we land, exactly?” Melanie asked.

“Around nine-fifteen this evening.”

“I assume that’s the fastest we can get there?”

“We’re pushing it at that.”

She unmuted the line. “Who is taking the lead on the president’s remarks?” she asked the group assembled in the Situation Room.

“Melanie, we’re going to have the speechwriters take the first stab, but we’ll circulate the remarks as soon as there’s a working draft. Dale will take the point on getting the remarks around to everyone in here,” Craig said.

“Madam Secretary, if you’d like for me to send the speechwriters any guidance from your office, I’m happy to do so,” Dale offered.

“I’ll wait until remarks are circulated,” Melanie replied curtly. She would have to find a way to get her guidance for the president’s remarks directly to the president.