Asking the Secretary of State to wait a moment, The President switched lines.
“David, what can I do for you?” he asked informally as was their way between each other.
“Barack, I just had a somewhat interesting call from Sir Thomas Litchfield, Chairman of TLH,” he said before continuing with the content of the call.
“I think we can say this guy is real,” he said to his Secretary of State and Chief of Staff when he disconnected the call from the Prime Minister.
“That’s some impressive clout!” said his Chief of Staff reflecting on and the fact one man had managed to get a back-channel message across to them from three different sources of the highest level.
“Not even John Scali achieved that,” said the President who being a keen student of the Kennedy Administration, had like his Chief of Staff grasped just what the Oligarch was doing.
It was at that moment he took a decision to back his gut.
“Call Jack Fielding and let him know we are prepared to accept the terms that they are offering.”
Thirty minutes later the President of the Russian Federation appeared on television to his country to confirm his signal within a softer speech.
“I am convinced that our two great nations with pride and noble purpose—” using Thomas’s code word ‘blagorodnyy purpose’ confirming his below the line approval of the idea put forward by his National Champion.
Twenty minutes later the President of the United States of America with his body armor off appeared before his country and confirmed he accepted the proposal by his use of the same line at the beginning of his speech in English and a response in kind with a speech that suggested that a way forward could be found by the two great nations.
An hour later with little fanfare or statement, the American Commander of the rescue mission walked out to a watching world media and handed over responsibility of the mission security to the Russian Commander. As the two veterans saluted each other, the world started to breathe again.
Over the following ten hours, as agreed, the Russians took the lead as the armed forces of both countries stood down and returned to peacetime footing.
As they did so the world, praised the statesmanship and common sense of both leaders and breathed a collective sigh of relief.
With the television screens off, the exhausted but much relieved President summoned the Director of the CIA to his office. Forty-five minutes later on being shown into his office, his President’s expression said it all.
“Director Young, I would like you to contact Ambassador Joe Fielding so you can make arrangements for the collection you’re missing agents,” he said.
“I assume that I can leave you to clean this mess up?” The President added, handing him the contact details of Fielding.
“Yes Mr. President,” answered the dumfounded Director.
“Good, you may go now,” said the President, dismissing him.
As Young exited from the office, he wondered just how in the hell Litchfield had pulled this off.
The answer to how Thomas managed to get the both leaders to back down came from the four most important phone calls of his life.
Yet despite believing otherwise the reasons as to why Thomas’s plan had been approved by the Mayor had nothing do with the commercial reasons that he offered up at the time.
The leader of Russia couldn’t have cared less about saving the Americans’ embarrassment over their failed coup d’état by handing over the three CIA assets Thomas’s people had caught below the line, or his request to ask the many National Champions of Russia to prevent the shorting of U.S. Stocks and attacks on the U.S. Economy.
“Sir, the Americans are perceiving this as an act of War,” Thomas had suggested to him.
The Mayor’s single overriding objective had been the political process and ensuring Russia didn’t lose face, but more importantly he didn’t.
Much like his predecessor in the 1960s, the Mayor couldn’t use his country’s diplomatic channels, as that would have meant breaking constitutional law.
The result of such an action would have given his former protégé and partner the extra weight he needed to have him removed just like Brezhnev had been able to do to Khrushchev once the Cuban crisis was over, ending right there and then his dream of a strong Russia leading the world into the twenty-first century.
“Use him to act as a go-between without breaking constitutional law,” thought the Mayor as Thomas continued with his explanation, which didn’t mean he shouldn’t cover his bases. Something he did by instructing Thomas to hand over the prisoners to the SVR commander in theatre if he didn’t get anywhere within twenty-four hours.
“Of course sir,” Thomas had answered hoping he had enough time and luck on his side.
The second call Thomas made was to Jack Fielding. It was to the point and insightful.
“The President will get the Russian financial community to stop the shorting of U.S. positions,” confirmed Jack. “He will also tell them to start supporting the Feds’ efforts to rebuild confidence in the U.S. dollar by purchasing U.S. positions.”
“Yes,” Thomas said firmly.
“And get you to hand over the CIA officers to avoid any potential leaks in Borama,” the Ambassador had continued.
“That’s correct!” Thomas had replied, telling Jack only some of the truth.
“In return, he asks that the United States hand over the responsibility of the Mission in Lughaya to Russia,” the Ambassador had stated. “As a direct result of this Statesmanship by the White House he will personally praise his leadership and quickly order Russian strategic forces to stand down first so to ensure that the United States doesn’t lose any face over the hand-over and then take the lead over the next ten hours as America stands down theirs in response in each case.”
“Yes!” Thomas had answered for the third time. It was essential Jack got this right.
“Finally, he will support U.S. Corporations in natural resources joint ventures by underwriting the United States sides of the deal in Adwalland through TLH?” the Ambassador had asked.
If anybody else had made this call the respected diplomat would have thought he or she were crazy.
“That’s it in a nutshell,” Thomas had answered not bothering to tell him that it was actually going to cost him, personally, three billion U.S. dollars, not the Russian government.
“I will call White House and pass it on, but you will need a few other advocates, Thomas, I won’t be enough and there isn’t much time,” the former Ambassador had advised whilst looking at his television screen showing the Fifth Fleet exiting the Arabian Gulf. The fact that the Russians were to going assist in the shoring up of the commercial positions of the United States and then give the Americans the credit for acting as the peacemaker in exchange for the handover of something the world would be telling his country’s many Ambassadors to do so to avert the crisis was a lot to absorb.
Experience told him this offer had nothing to do with the agents or commercial benefits; they were all window dressing. This was all about pride and having the excuse to not to go to war.
It was at that moment Jack knew that he had been right to work for Litchfield; he really was the real-politic deal.
“I am on it, as we speak,” Thomas had said.
Thomas’s next call was to Steve Krivets.
“Fuck me, Thomas, this is turning into a real fucking shit storm!” Steve had expressed while he watched Jessica Austin report on the fact that the White House was now in lockdown, and speculating on unconfirmed reports that an attempt had just been made on The President life by the Russians.
“I know, but I have something that I think will help! But we don’t have much time, so fucking listen!” Thomas had ordered him. It was a language he had rarely used with his friend, but he needed to ram home the importance of what was going to ask him to do.