This is why he liked having Cheryl as his assistant. She saw things from the helicopter and very often from the ground up at the same time. “I’ll have to check if you would be eligible.”
“I reviewed the guidelines. I qualify and section seven specifies it’s totally your call.”
“Well at least you’re not pressuring me.”
“During a crisis, if you become President it will just be about running things and making sure information flows. We are not going to be entering into new science areas. I know the machinery and where and when to kick it.”
“Again, all good points. Let me think it over.”
“Okay fine.”
“Wait. What if I don’t choose you?”
“Then I’ll know you had a good reason and I’ll accept it.”
She got up and left. Bill felt uncomfortable but didn’t know why.
A little bell went off in his head and he redirected his attention to the phone on his desk. He hit the auto dial, “Hi Hon, listen I was thinking about the Indian place on K Street tonight.”
“Oh Bill, I don’t think I am up for it. I’ve been dragging all morning. What do you say we just stay in tonight and hang low?”
“Sure, Babe. Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, probably just… I dunno; I am not really up for anything.”
“Good enough. I should be home by seven. Love you.”
“Love you too.”
Chapter Four
Alzir El Benhan was pleased. The handoff of his Chinese package, from the Sudanese government courier, traveling under diplomatic immunity, went flawlessly at the cabstand of JFK’s International Arrivals Terminal Four. Both men acted out agreeing to “share” the same cab to New York. Although the courier went on to New York, he dropped El-Benhan off at one of the low-end motels on the access road to the airport.
The clerk at the motel outside JFK greedily accepted his cash advance payment for a block of twenty-four rooms this Saturday, three days hence. In his attaché case were twenty-two domestic round-trip tickets. One to each town in which the National Football League played that weekend along with a few other well-chosen towns, most of them with subways. The delivery of the jars shipped from Beijing to Africa and then to him was the last piece needed for Saturday’s meeting. Between Sunday afternoon and the morning rush hour the next day, their work — Allah’s work — would be done.
“Feeling any better?” Bill said, kissing Janice on the forehead as she burrowed into the corner arm of the couch with her feet up on the hassock.
“Yeah, a little. How was your day?”
“Better than yours, except Cheryl blindsided me with something and I don’t know how I am going to handle it.”
“She wants a raise?”
“No, she wants my job.”
“Did you tell her you aren’t finished with it yet?”
“Not exactly that, no. Want me to make you some tea?”
“Ooooh yeah, that would be perfect.”
“Back in a nanosecond.”
As Bill filled the teapot from the plastic spring water jug, Janice appeared at the kitchen door. “Bill, what are we doing?”
“Well, water boils at 212 degrees Fahrenheit or 100 degrees Celsius, so I am about to attempt to achieve that phenomenon.”
“I think you know that wasn’t what I was asking. I mean what are we doing here, living together like kids again.”
Bill placed the pot on the burner and maxed the knob. When the gas caught, he backed off the setting, silencing the clicking of the spark generator. He knew more about the workings of the stove than about the workings of the woman who obviously wanted to have a very serious discussion with him. “Let’s go back inside.”
They settled on the couch. Bill stroked Janice’s hair with his outstretched arm. She caught his hand and ran it past her cheek before kissing it. Then she nestled it in the crook of her neck with the gentle urge for him to rub her there.
“What’s on your mind, Babe?” Bill said as he did what she urged.
“I’m not sure where this is going. Are we going to get married again or just live together? I don’t know why, but right now the answer seems very important to me.”
Bill rubbed Janice’s neck harder. “Janice, when we found each other again, it was a miracle. Maybe the first time around for us wasn’t the best because I wasn’t ready, wasn’t aware of what a true relationship with someone meant. I didn’t bring any tools with me to fix any of the little things that you need to fix to keep two people together.”
He stopped rubbing and turned toward her. “But now, thanks to you, I feel I am ready to try again. If you’ll have me, again.”
Janice tilted her head. “Bill, are you proposing?”
“Here wait; let me make it official.” He slid off the couch, got down on one knee, grabbed her hand, kissed it, and said, “Janice, I lost you once. I never want to lose you again. I love you. I love you more than I love myself and I need to be with you every day. Janice, if you’ll have me again, will you marry me, again?”
“Oh, Bill,” she hugged him so hard that she slid from the couch and joined him on the floor. He held her tight and he felt her begin to cry. He continued to hold her with his eyes closed until her breathing settled.
A few minutes later, she spoke softly, “When we were almost killed, looking into your eyes gave me courage. It gave me the strength to come through that horrible time. I knew then how much I loved you and that I always had. Yes, yes, let’s get married — sooner rather than later.”
They kissed and rolled on the floor. Bill was on top when he broke off the kiss, smoothed her hair, and looked into Janice’s eyes. “We are going to make this a wonderful life. Just you and me.” They kissed again.
The teapot attempted to disturb the moment. They let it boil.
For no particular reason, Bill’s eyes sprung open at 4:30 a.m., an hour before the alarm was set to go off. He rolled over and saw Janice in a restless sleep. He put his hand on her shoulder and that seemed to calm her somewhat. He kept his hand on her for a moment, thinking about how their lives had changed last night. Then he rose from bed and made his way into the den.
Might as well get a jump on the day, he thought, hitting the startup key on his secure home computer and then going into the kitchen to make coffee. When he returned, he checked his inbox, finding the usual array of mail and memos. He spent some time answering and redirecting some of it, then decided to look in on SCIAD, using his home-based retinal scan device. His inquiry of the previous day created a torrent of activity. Three, however, came with Element priority. According to his own rules, he’d open those.
The first response was a thoughtful dissertation on nefarious forces masking a biological attack under the haze of an influenza outbreak caused by the lack of vaccine. The gist of the piece was that public health authorities would have been slow to ferret out the biological attack agent from the thousands who would fall victim in the normal course of time. In biological attacks, time is the enemy. Contaminants and agents must be identified, then quarantined, and then eradicated. The longer it took to realize an attack was taking place, the bigger the attack got. He bookmarked this message and used the comment tool to highlight “time is the enemy” in yellow. He’d go back to his one later.
The second message dealt with the need to harden the notification network of first responders. Here the emphasis was on preventing outside forces from affecting or skewing our biologic reporting system, blinding us from the severity of the outbreak and having the same effect as giving a natural virus more time to spread throughout the population. Bill decided to have that one redacted and released back to the outer compound rings for further comment.