“You’re going to meet with Rashid, right?” Anna asked as she got up from the table, pulling off the cables that Kavin’s cameraman had attached to each of them along with the microphones.
“Yeah.” Peter undid the last two buttons of his dress shirt and glanced toward where the President was just rubbing his forehead while nodding to something his secretary was saying. “I sure hope this will work, because if it doesn’t…”
“Cheer up, if it doesn’t, we’ll be dead, so who cares?” Anna grinned but received a dry look in return. “Can you drop off Kevin and his guy on your way? I’m going to stop by the base. Mary isn’t responding. I honestly hope she is just getting it on with Jordan since the alternative is even scarier…”
“Ugh.” Peter grimaced, looking disgusted.
Annabel waved as he strode tow
