"Director Tracy is now going to give us the specifics on what transpired this morning. Again, hold all questions until he is done."

A solemn-faced director of the Secret Service stood and walked to the podium located at General Flood's end of the table. Alex Tracy was a squat man with a sizable head and the standard amount of intensity required to run one of the world's finest law-enforcement agencies.

Tracy walked toward the podium with the enthusiasm of a man being sent to the gallows.

He set a file on the top shelf and placed his hands on the sides. With a look of exhaustion and a shaky voice, he started.

"Late last night DNC Chairman Piper called over to the White House and obtained a meeting with the president. That meeting was scheduled for this morning at nine. White House staff broke with Secret Service policy and granted Piper and his guest a meeting without giving us time to run a background check on the chairman's guest. We now know that guest to be Rafique Aziz, the world-renowned terrorist." Tracy looked up at no one in particular and then continued.

"It appears that Aziz approached the Democratic National Committee under the assumed identity of a Prince Kalib of Oman.

Aziz gave a five-hundred-thousand-dollar check to the party and, in return, requested that he meet with the president personally."

This time when he paused, the director focused his look more precisely on the group of politicians at the far end of the table.

Almost every cabinet member was a Democrat, and a murmur broke out as they shot each other anxious looks. This little nugget of information had "congressional investigation" written all over it.

Tracy continued after about six seconds.

"Aziz and Chairman Piper arrived at the White House this morning at about the same time that we received a tip from the CIA that the White House was targeted for a terrorist attack. Whileaziz and Piper were entering the White House, a locally contracted linen truck arrived at the Treasury Building, as it does every morning, Monday through Friday.

In a complete breakdown of security, the truck was allowed admittance into the underground parking facility by a uniformed Secret Service officer without being properly inspected." Tracy forced himself to straighten his posture. Out of sheer embarrassment he paused and looked down at his notes. Aziz getting into the White House could be blamed on Chairman Piper, but the truck was the Secret Service's fault.

"It appears the back of this truck was loaded with an unknown number of terrorists and equipment that was used to breach the security of the Treasury tunnel.

This was a major breakdown on the part of my agency, and we have already started an internal investigation." Tracy looked down the length of the table at Vice President Baxter.

"We will have a preliminary report ready by this evening."

Looking back to his notes, he continued, "After receiving the tip from the CLAJACK Warch, the special agent in charge of the president's detail, left his office in the EOB and went over to the West Wing to consult with President Hayes. When Warch arrived. Piper and his guest were already in the Oval Office. As soon as Warch found out about the unauthorized visit, he entered the Oval Office to check on the president.

After that things happened very fast. A sniper on the roof of the Washington Hotel opened fire on the Secret Service officers posted on the roof of the White House. Within seconds the outer door to the Treasury tunnel was breached, and Warch ordered the president's evacuation to his bunker. As many of you know, the old bunker at the White House dates back to World War Two and is really nothing more than a reinforced tunnel. Construction of a new bunker, located in the third basement of the mansion, was completed this past January. The Army Corps of Engineers did the work. They used the standard military design that has been incorporated into all of our command-and-control centers…

Excuse me." Tracy turned his head to the side and coughed.

"This new facility is not, however, fully operational. The actual construction of the bunker is completed. Its biological, chemical, and radioactive filtration systems are in place and operational, but its communications package has not been installed. That was to take place this summer. The bunker has been stocked, however, with rations and other necessities." Tracy was slowly gaining back some of his normal confidence.

"We know with one hundred percent certainty that Special Agent Warch succeeded in evacuating President Hayes, Valerie Jones, and eight other Secret Service agents to the White House's basement bunker. Up until approximately nine-fifteen we were in contact with the bunker via our encrypted radios, and then all communication was severed. My technical advisers have informed me that the terrorists are using a jammer to block the radio signals.

"We have confirmed that eighteen secret service agents and officers have been killed and fifteen are unaccounted for."

Tracy's voice wavered slightly.

"We assume that the fifteen have either been killed or are being held hostage. "Tracy felt a lump forming in his throat and paused to collect himself. After thumbing through his notes for several seconds, he continued, "Our best estimates are that aziz and his men hold somewhere between eighty and one hundred hostages, with an unknown number of fatalities. We have secured the perimeter of the White House, and our counter assault team is in place and prepared to retake the building if and when you ask them to do so." Tracy closed his file and again looked down the length of the table at Vice President Baxter. He finished by saying, "The only good news I have to report is that the president is safe. I have spoken to the engineers who built the new bunker, and they say there is no way Aziz can get to him."

Vice President Baxter sat leaning back in his chair with one hand under his chin and the other dangling from his armrest.

He and Dallas had rehearsed this next part. As a newcomer to the unique power circles of Washington, he needed to let everyone in the room know he was in charge. An example had to be set, and Tracy's head was on the chopping block. Baxter kept his eyes on Tracy, as he uncrossed his legs and let his chair tilt forward. In a voice devoid of compassion, he asked, "Director Tracy, would you mind explaining to me how in the hell something like this could happen?"

Tracy stood silent at the podium, a little caught off guard by the bluntness of the question. Vice President Baxter looked at him while drumming his fingers on the table. After a long moment, Baxter said,

"Director Tracy, your agency has failed our country miserably. You have put us in dire straits, and now you stand before us with nothing to say." Baxter looked around the table trying to build a mood of consensus. "I have decided that the FBI will relieve your people as soon as Director Roach can have his agents in place." Baxter turned to look at FBI director Roach.

Secret Service Director Tracy's embarrassment was quickly replaced by anger.

"Sir," he protested, "the White House falls under the Secret Service's jurisdiction. We are—" Baxter raised his voice and cut Tracy off.

"I have been advised by the attorney general that although the White House normally falls under the purview of the Secret Service, it is still a federal building and that makes it the FBI's territory."

"But my men have an intimate knowledge of the building and its grounds," stated Tracy in earnest.

"We have agents that are being held hostage…"

Baxter shook his head vigorously, "Director Tracy, the Secret Service had its chance, and they have failed… miserably, I might add."

The humiliating public rebuke caused Tracy's cheeks to flush. He couldn't believe it was happening. He had worked in Washington for twenty-nine years and had seen countless others thrown to the lions in situations far less serious than this. He should have seen it coming, but everything had happened so fast. He had spent the last several hours worrying about the men he had lost, not the political fallout of the crisis. Tracy stood a little straighter and tried to salvage some honor.