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Sam shrugged again. �I have problems with wetworks operations, morally, but if we were to make a move it would have to be in that vein anyway. As far as waiting goes, until these people make a hostile move we can�t risk going in and escalating this thing.�
�Until they make a hostile move? They took the building hostage, Sam! They have bombs and guns and it�s no skin off their noses if they don�t make it out of there alive because they�ll be martyrs to their cause and Allah will reward them generously with paradise and virgins! I�d say they passed hostile the minute they walked into the place,� Josh argued.
�Maybe so, but there�s no way to win against these people by using force,� Sam reasoned. �It�ll just give them what they want�death in the name of their cause. The worst case scenario here is escalation.�
Josh looked at his friend. �And the best case?�
Biting the inside of his lip, Sam hesitated. �Ideally the best case scenario is a peaceful negotiation. Rationally this is a centuries old battle and a peaceful solution isn�t going to happen in the next few hours.�
�So the realistic best case scenario is that we take them out before they take out the people in the embassy?� Toby asked. Sam nodded gravely.
Josh closed his eyes tightly. �How long are we going to just let our people sit there with guns or bombs or god knows what hanging over their heads?�
�Good question,� Bartlet said, looking at Leo who shrugged and remained silent.
Sighing heavily, Toby pulled a notebook out of his breast pocket and flipped to the last page with writing on it. Two sentence fragments, the start of two separate statements, one which would never be heard, the other that would play in sound bites for days, possibly weeks, to come after the particular portion of their collective hero�s trial was complete.
It is with great joy and relief that I announce that�
It is with a heavy heart that I must report...
Since the West Wing had more or less returned to the usual day-time level of staff, Donna had made sure that her desk was covered before slipping away to the Residence. She knew that if there was a problem Zoey would call, and with the increased Secret Service protection there was little reason to worry, but Donna still wanted to check on Meredith, make sure that she was alright being in a strange city in a strange building with men and women with guns around most every corner. Donna doubted that her presence would offer much comfort to the little girl, having known her only a scant hour or so longer than she had known her impromptu babysitter, Zoey, but Donna was feeling particularly useless sitting at her desk not doing much of anything because there was little left to do.