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“Il Manifestois a small Italian newspaper, but ideologically aligned with what the People’s Revolutionary Front claims to represent,” said McGee. “If they’re looking to gin up support for an anti-NATO movement, there are a lot of fellow travelers inIl Manifesto’s readership. It makes good sense to make the claim of responsibility there first.”

“First?”said Porter. “Who else have they contacted?”

Removing a folder from his briefcase, McGee replied, “As of right now,La RepubblicaandLa Stampanewspapers, as well as RAI and Sky Italia Television.”

“Where does the death toll stand?”

McGee flipped to another page. “The restaurant was very crowded. Right now they have more than thirty-five dead and more than a hundred injured.”

“Do we know anything about the bomb?”

“Not yet, but the FBI has dispatched a team to help assist the Italians in their investigation.”

“And this Giovanni Lorenzo?” asked Porter. “Have we confirmed yet if he was present during the attack or what his status is?”

“We believe so. One of the paparazzi outside filed photographs with his press agency of Lorenzo arriving shortly before the bomb went off.”

The President took a deep breath, slowly exhaled, and then looked at Ryan. “Could we have prevented this?”

“No, sir,” she said. “We had no idea, no advance warning that Lorenzo, or anyone from the NATO Defense College or the Foundation, was actively being targeted.”

“Three diplomats have been murdered, then the Norway incident, and now Rome. Can you honestly sit there and tell me that we should still be quiet about this? That we shouldn’t expose the Russians and bring holy hell down on them?”

“I don’t think so, sir,” she replied.

“Why not?”

“First, we don’t have enough concrete evidence that we could release to the media. It would be our word against the Russians’. They would spin it as a wild conspiracy theory. Fake news. Perhaps even claim it is a plot by us to discredit them. As we discussed before, if we can’t completely control the narrative, we don’t want it out there.”

“And, if I might add,” injected McGee, “putting the story out there might not change anything. All we’d be doing is tipping our hand to Moscow. We should stick with Harvath’s plan.”

“It’s turning into a bloodbath,” stated the President. “We have to do something.”

“We are doing something,” Ryan reassured him. “We’re actively targeting their propaganda apparatus, as well as the PRF itself. Director McGee is right. We need to stick to the plan.”

“But can you assure me that it’s working?”

“Yes. It’s working.”

Pointing at the coverage on his television, Porter replied, “Because that doesn’t look like it’s working to me.”

“Mr. President,” said McGee, “the Russians were always going to have a head start on us. We had no idea where or when the starting gun was going to go off. Now that it has, we’re right on their heels.”

Porter looked at Ryan. She was the one in charge of the ground operation. “Is that true?” he asked. “Are weright on their heels?”

No, it wasn’t true and Ryan knew it. In fact, they had taken a huge step backward. Losing Lars Lund had been a terrible blow to their progress. Harvath was working in a ridiculously tight window, and it was all but impossible to make up the ground Lund had covered before the Swedish police stepped in and froze them out.

Nevertheless, she had to give him a chance, carve out a little breathing room that might allow him to make up that lost ground. If anyone could pull it off, it would be Harvath.

What was more, this wasn’t the time for the President to be having second thoughts. Ryan abhorred the loss of life, too. She would have given everything to have prevented one drop of blood from being spilled. But the fact was, America and her allies weren’t spilling the blood. The Russians were.

Coming out publicly wasn’t the answer. McGee was absolutely right. They’d only be tipping their hand to the Russians. Moscow would very likely see it as a sign of weakness, which might even embolden them further. It was better for America to keep its cards to itself and push on. The challenge, though, was in convincing Porter to stay the course.

If not for the liquor in her bloodstream, Ryan might not have had the courage to say what she said next.

“Mr. President, with all due respect, you gave us this mission. You said, and I quote, ‘No matter what the cost, prevent an Article 5.’?” Drawing his attention to the TV, she said, “Thisis the cost, and itisterrible. Those are allies and innocents being maimed and killed. But it pales in comparison to what another world war would look like.

“You made the right decision. Now, please, trust us to do our jobs. I promise you, we can do this.”

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