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"Sir, it's a longer walk here from the Monica Lewinsky Motel than I remembered. My apologies for being late."
"No problem, if you remembered to bring your resignation with you."
"I'll give it verbally and leave right now, if that is your desire, Mr. President."
Lammelle looked around the room. It was nowhere near close to capacity. The secretaries of State and Defense were seated at the large table, as were the director of Central Intelligence, the attorney general, the director of the FBI, the director of National Intelligence and his executive assistant, and Generals Naylor and McNab. Plus, of course, the presidential spokesman, Mr. Jack Parker.
"You'll leave when I tell you that you can. Take a seat, Lammelle."
Lammelle sat down. Secretary of State Natalie Cohen stood up, leaned across the desk, and laid an envelope before him.
"What's this?" the President demanded.
"My resignation, Mr. President," she said.
"I haven't asked for it."
"Yes, I know," she said, and sat down.
General Naylor stood up, leaned across the table, and laid an envelope on the table.
"That's my resignation, sir," he said.
The President looked at General McNab.
"Well?"
"Well, what, Mr. President?"
"Aren't you going to offer your resignation?"
"No, sir."
"You didn't think I was going to let you get away with what you did, did you?"
"I don't know what you mean, Mr. President."
"You know goddamn well what I mean!" Clendennen flared. "You've been in this up to that goddamned mustache of yours! Placing the entire country in danger!"
"Sir, I don't understand."
"Maybe after the goddamn Russians open barrels of Congo-X all over the country, you will."
"Sir, that's just not going to happen. The Russians don't have barrels of Congo-X."
"Excuse me, General," Frank Lammelle said. "The Russians do have one barrel of Congo-X. It's dead, but I suppose you could still call it Congo-X. Or maybe I should have said, the Russians have one barrel of Dead Congo-X. I gave it to Mr. Murov, who is going to take it to Moscow later today to show it to Mr. Putin."
"You're telling me there is no longer a Congo-X threat?" Clendennen asked, incredulous.
"With the exception of a couple of quarts of live Congo-X in Colonel Hamilton's laboratory at Fort Detrick," General Naylor said, "there is no Congo-X anywhere in the world. Colonel Castillo seized all that the Russians had when he staged the raid on La Orchila Island in Venezuela. Colonel Hamilton will continue to experiment with it to see if he can find a better way to kill it."
"Why wasn't I told of this?" Clendennen demanded angrily.
"Because no one who knew you trusted you, Mr. President. You had proven you were susceptible to Russian blackmail," Natalie Cohen said. "I saw it as my sworn duty under the Constitution to thwart your announced intentions and did so."
"And now, Madam Secretary, you have resigned," the President said. "What are your intentions now? Are you going to write a book? Go on Wolf News?"
"Frankly, sir, I haven't made up my mind. But I must tell you, sir, that I do not share Ambassador Montvale's qualms about embarrassing you personally, or the Office of the President."
"Madam Secretary," presidential spokesman Jack Parker said. "Have you-"
"Butt out, Porky," the President snapped. "You're supposed to be a goddamned fly on the wall, and that's all."
"No, sir. That's not true. I took the same oath Secretary Cohen did. May I continue, sir? Or would you like my resignation right now?"
After a moment, the President said, "Go on, goddamn it."
"Madam Secretary, have you considered the public relations aspects of what will happen when word gets out that you have resigned, that General Naylor has resigned, and as I strongly suspect he will, Ambassador Montvale has also resigned?"
"Yes, I have," she said. "What are you suggesting, that I not resign? Sorry, Jack, I just don't have the desire to deal anymore with the President."
"Ambassador Montvale, are you going to resign?" Parker asked.
"Yes. And I'm aware of the collateral damage all of this might cause the country. But I can no longer in good faith serve a man who tried to do what the President would have done had not Colonel Castillo-and others-stood up to him."
"I'm going to put my two cents in here," the attorney general said. "I'm a lawyer. We're trained to compromise. You want it all at once, or in pieces?"
"Go slowly, please," Montvale said dryly. "I'm known as Ambassador Stupid, you know."
"My take on this whole thing is that it's an intelligence failure, Mr. Ambassador," the attorney general said. "I think that Jack Powell-the CIA-never really met its responsibilities. If they hadn't insisted that laboratory in the Congo was a fish farm, and if that woman-the Vienna station chief-hadn't scared those two Russians off with her incompetence, we would have learned about it from them. Instead, we had this Keystone Kop business-and it would be funny, if the circumstances were not so terrifying-of everybody chasing Colonel Castillo-unsuccessfully chasing him-all over the world while he did the Venezuelan operation-in essence the CIA's work-for them-"
He stopped in midsentence and caught his breath.
"And since I know you well enough, Mr. Ambassador, to refuse to believe that had you known about this-had Jack Powell promptly told you what you were entitled to know-you would have taken the appropriate action, and none of us would be sitting at this table this morning."
"Now, wait a minute!" Powell protested.
"So Powell has to go," the attorney general went on, "to be replaced by Lammelle, who instead of assisting in the President's plan to arrest Castillo and swap him to the Russians-and the illegality of that boggles the mind-worked with General Naylor and Castillo and solved the problem of Congo-X."
"I can't take credit for that-" Lammelle began.
"Shut up, Frank. I'm not finished. If I had to search the world for the two people who most detest Joshua Ezekiel Clendennen and at the same time have an unparalleled knowledge of what he should be doing, I'd come back with Natalie Cohen and Charles M. Montvale.
"So… Natalie withdraws her resignation, and the President announces he has chosen Charles M. Montvale as his Vice President."
"That's insane!" the President of the United States said.
"Mr. President, if it goes the other way, if Secretary Cohen and General Naylor resign," Porky Parker said, "and I do and Mr. Lammelle does, and it comes out-and it will-that you were willing to cave in to the Russians, the Congress will be drawing up articles of impeachment within seventy-two hours."
"And we all remember the last time that happened," the attorney general said. "It was a disaster for the country."
"Yes, it was," President Clendennen said. "And with that in mind, for the good of the country, for the good of the Office of the President, I am inclined to accept Ambassador Montvale's offer-"
"You miserable goddamned shameless hypocritical sonofabitch!" Natalie Cohen exploded.
It was the first time anyone in the room had ever heard her use anything stronger than "darn."
Her face flushed.
"Excuse me," she said, and then looked at Montvale. "Mr. Ambassador, this may be one of those situations where if we don't stand up to what we know are our obligations, and leave, those who take our offices may be worse for the country…"
"You think I should take it, Natalie?" Montvale asked.
She nodded. "I think you should take it, and if you do, I'll stay."
"Do it, Charles, please," Truman Ellsworth said.
"I'll take your offer of the vice presidency, Mr. President, on the following conditions: First, that you decline Secretary Cohen's resignation."
"Agreed, of course, for the reasons-"
"Second, that you decline General Naylor's resignation."
"I never asked for it in the first place."
"Third, tha
t you send Truman Ellsworth's name to the Senate for confirmation to replace me as director of National Intelligence."
"Of course. I have always held Mr. Ellsworth in the highest poss-"
"Fourth, that Mr. Parker make the announcement that I am your choice to be Vice President of the United States within the next three or four minutes, before you can change your mind or otherwise squirm out of doing so."
"Squirm out of-Mr. Montvale, now I think you're just insulting me and-"
"And finally," Montvale went on, "vis-a-vis Lieutenant Colonel (Retired) Castillo and his Merry Band of Outlaw…"
"What about Castillo?" It was clear that even saying his name left a bad taste in Clendennen's mouth.
Montvale said: "I think the CIA's Distinguished Intelligence Cross would be appropriate for him. I know he's never actually been in the CIA, but as the attorney general has pointed out, he has been doing their work for them. So I think it's appropriate."
President Clendennen, white-faced and tight-lipped, glared at him, but said nothing.
"And for Colonel Torine, Colonel Hamilton, and Mr. Leverette, the CIA Distinguished Intelligence Medal seems fitting," Montvale went on. "And for everyone else in Castillo's Merry Band of Outlaws who played a role in this, the CIA Intelligence Star.
"Wouldn't you agree, Mr. President?"
For the rest of his life, neither the future Vice President of the United States nor any of the other people in the room would ever forget the kaleidoscope of emotions that passed over Clendennen's face before he finally opened his mouth and said the one word:
"Yes."
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