How could he be so sure? The President would have liked to have questioned him more closely, but there was so little time. And in any event, the most important part of the plan was not to destroy these cities, but to depose the clan of Kim Jong-Il for good.
At a nod from the General, the second corporal approached, carrying a valise in one hand, and a strange device in the other. It looked like a gun, but where the barrel would have been there was instead what seemed to be a small radio antenna dish. It was connected to the valise by a wire. The corporal patted down the President, and then aimed the strange device at the pocket that held the digital recorder.
The President felt a creeping sense of horror possess him as he stood by the car. “What was that all about?”
Marla and Carl were meeting once again at an isolated table in the coffee house in Alexandria. Across the street, the antiquarian bookstore was dark. A sign in the window said "Closed Until Further Notice."
Frank was sleeping like a baby, more warm and secure than he had felt since he was a child. But there was something bothering him; an almost familiar sound that he couldn’t quite place. Why wouldn’t it go away?
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