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| Fitzwallace and Nancy were the only two in the room who had spent any time with Hoynes�and, if he was perfectly honest with himself Sam had been thinking of the hostage situation in terms of getting the Vice President back alive more than anything else�and no one in the room liked the Texan, his politics too wavering on defence and his stance on the military too hands off for the tastes of the men and women who had pledged their lives to national defence and to the armed forces. Sam knew that everyone in the room was a professional and that none of them wanted John Hoynes dead, but he doubted any of them would be so casual if anyone other than the Vice President was in the situation�it was almost enough to make Sam wish that they hadn�t shared that detail with the Joint Chiefs. Knowing individuals who were in the situation only made the process more difficult, and that was the last thing that they needed.
�Sam�s right,� Fitzwallace said. �Emotional as his response is, he�s right.� Sam but back a scowl at Fitzwallace�s comment. He�d been accused of being too idealistic and emotional many times before but never on the job and never when he was trying to keep the world from falling apart at the seams. �So we have nothing to do because we have to be reactionary or we�ll sign the death warrants of over one hundred and twenty people,� Nancy said somewhat reluctantly. Sam knew that she was proactive by nature and he was sure that the entire situation was driving her more than a little crazy. He could sympathize with her on that front. Doing nothing was making him crazy, too. John Hoynes was not a man who was easily scared. He knew he wasn�t impervious�if anything he was even more aware of his own fragile mortality since becoming the Vice President of the United States�but he had the utmost faith in his Secret Service detail and he was fairly competent at keeping himself under control so as not to exacerbate the situation. There were one hundred and twenty three innocent people in the room�he was pretty sure that they weren�t all innocent, but they were innocent in as so much as they didn�t have bombs strapped to their chests. Hoynes knew this because he had counted. Twice. He didn�t know the names of anyone other than his Chief of Staff, his assistant, and his Secret Service detail, and while part of him wished he knew details about the other hundred and thirteen people in the room, Hoynes knew that it was better that he didn�t He wasn�t particularly emotionally attached to his Secret Service detail, but if any of them were killed he knew he would mourn. His Chief of Staff annoyed him, but he would miss him if anything happened to him. He loved his assistant and he knew he would be lost without her, but considering the fact that she was sitting two inches to his left, he doubted that she would perish without him going along with her, so he refused to think about what it would be like to watch her die and then have to go on with his life. As he glanced around the room, careful not to move too quickly lest the terrorists find something objectionable in his motions and get trigger-happy, Hoynes tried to figure out what their cause was. |
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