CHAPTER THIRTY
6:55 a.m.
United States Naval Observatory – Washington, DC
“It’s the smallest functional battery ever built,” the young man in the Coke-bottle glasses said.
He paused, looking sheepish for a second. “I don’t want to overstate it, but it’s true as far as we are aware. Of course, we can’t know about everything being developed.”
Luke sat in a high-backed leather chair in the upstairs study at the New White House. The guy with him was probably mid-twenties. He wore a blue short-sleeved dress shirt with a white T-shirt beneath it. He wore khaki pants with some sort of mustard stain on one leg. Stylish he wasn’t.
He placed a laptop on the table in front of Luke. He stood next to the computer and pulled up an image. It was a photo of what appeared to be interlocking stacks of
