CHAPTER THIRTY ONE
11:20 a.m. Eastern Daylight Time
Headquarters of the Special Response Team
McLean, Virginia
“I thought it was bad, frankly.”
Luke was sitting at his desk, back at the office. He was going to have to invent a new word for exhausted. Swann was bustling around, setting up another encrypted satellite call for him. Luke was going to try Becca again.
It was crazy, considering everything that had been said, and everything Luke had done. There was no way to undo the Russian operation. More details were leaking from it, and there seemed to be no way to stop the world events that were in motion.
Don Morris was standing in the doorway, impassive, big arms folded.
“Bad,” he said. “How so?”
“You saw the press conference, Don. We kept the operation secret because of the possi
