Commissioned? Command Performance? “I don’t fully understand. You want me to impersonate the President?”
“Yes, but only the three of us — you, Doctor Hearon, and myself — will know this is a performance. Everyone else must believe you are the President!”
Terry gulped. He didn’t like this. It wasn’t at all what he anticipated his performance at the White House to be. “I’m only an entertainer, Mrs. Rood. I don’t know if I can pull that off”
“I believe you can, Terry. You will be in no danger whatsoever and you will be rewarded. I’m prepared to pay you the sum of ten thousand dollars for a couple of hours work at most.”
$10,000. Somehow that made it all better. Terry began to feel more comfortable. “But why?”
“I’m afraid I can’t tell you much as to the why. As with all national security
