CHAPTER FORTY SIX
3:14 p.m. Eastern Standard Time
Site R—Blue Ridge Summit, Pennsylvania
Don Morris was a rock star.
Jefferson Monroe had seen the security footage of him arriving at the security gate to the bunker complex. He had driven up in a white Mercedes, parked the car, and simply walked to the guardhouse. He wore a black leather jacket, jeans, and heavy boots. His hair was perfectly white—he didn’t even look real.
He walked calmly, hands in the air. All around him, above him, from pillboxes along the wall, machine guns were trained on him. He could die anytime.
He went to the gate and spoke one sentence to them:
“I’m here to see Jefferson Monroe.”
Would Monroe see him?
Would Monroe see the man who had practically invented Delta Force, and later, the notorious Special Respo
