CHAPTER THIRTY SIX
11:56 a.m.
United States Naval Observatory – Washington, DC
“Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar! Allahu Akbar!”
Susan was ready to vomit. She was having trouble breathing. She couldn’t seem to get enough air. The chanting came out of speakers all around the room.
Kurt Kimball moved to her seat. He leaned down and spoke into her ear.
“We had an incident with the Saudi Air Force about forty minutes ago.”
“An incident?”
He shrugged. “It seems they took your threat seriously. They fired on a patrol of our F-18 fighter jets over the Persian Gulf. We’ve stepped up patrols for obvious reasons, but they were the aggressors. One of our guys shot down one of theirs. Their pilot was killed. That was the end of it. But the Saudi air defense is on high alert, and their pilots are on
