Someone stuffed a coffee into the president’s hand as he entered the Situation Room. He glanced around. If it was a full-blown meeting of the National Security Council, there were a few people behind him, but there were also a handful of extras, mostly from the military or intelligence. The Chairman of the Joint Chiefs looked as groggy as he felt.
“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen,” he said as he took his seat. “Well, technically morning. What was so important that you had to get me up at 3 AM? Are we at war?”
“No sir,” the Director of National Intelligence said. He looked over at the director of the CIA. “Jim, can you brief the president?”
“Good morning Mr. President. Our sources tell us that the dictator of Iritastan has been assassinated.”
“Iritastan?” The president looked unsure. “I guess get State to write up a nice condolence and I’ll look at it in the actual morning. Where’s Carol?” Continue reading