First Family

SECRET SERVICE KILLS FIRST LADY TO SAVE PRESIDENT.

There were half a dozen heavily armed agents poised in the hallway to take action if necessary. And all six of their asses clenched with nearly this very same thought at nearly the very same time.

Twenty anxious minutes later Larry Foster's phone rang. It was the man.

"Yes sir?" he said quickly.

He listened intently, his features finally dissolving into confusion. But he was the president so Foster only had one thing to say.

"Right away, sir."

He clicked off and looked at his second in command. "Bruce, call Andrews and get a bird ready."

"You mean AF-One?"

"Any plane the president rides on is Air Force One."

"But I mean-"

"I know what you meant," snapped Foster. "No, we're not taking the 747. See if one of the support planes is available. The 757 maybe, no insignias."

"Wolfman is taking an unmarked 757 to New York?" Bruce said, looking astonished.

Foster said grimly, "We're heading somewhere, but I don't think it's New York."

"But we haven't sent an advance team anywhere else."

"We're going stealth, like we do to Iraq and Afghanistan."

"But we still advance-team it. It takes a week of logistics minimum for the man to make a trip."

"Tell me something I don't know, Bruce. Thing is, we don't have a week. We've got a few hours and I don't even know where the hell we're going. So call Andrews and get me a ride. And I'm going to get on the horn to the director and see how the hell I'm supposed to handle this. Because let me tell you, I've seen a lot over the years, but this is new territory for me."