CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT
2:10 p.m. Eastern Daylight Time
The Situation Room
The White House, Washington DC
Ezekiel Harris was reading from the Bible.
“‘The law will go out from Zion,’” he said. “‘He will judge between the nations and will settle disputes for many peoples. They will beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nation will not take up sword against nation, nor will they train for war anymore.’”
Gerry the Shark sat back in his plush leather chair and stared. Jefferson Monroe’s pick for Vice President had once again rendered him speechless.
“Isaiah, chapter two, verses three and four,” Harris said.
Gerry looked around the egg-shaped Situation Room. The place was hyper-modern, a far cry from the feverish Cold War doomsday imaginings of Gerry’s chil
