Honey, I'm home. How was my day? Well, I can't tell you. It's a matter of national
security. Oh, by the way, I brought someone with me. Yes, we were lovers, but. This is
work. Really.
Would that fly at your house? Sure it would. But Anna and Mitch's situation is a little
complicated. Anna is NBC White House correspondent, and she feels a need-to-know.
Mitch is an extra-legal CIA assassin, and feels a corresponding lack of want-to-tell.
Maybe his bosses can give him a little help. After all, he works for the deputy director of
the CIA and, indirectly, the president of the United States.
They have problems of their own, Bud. Irene Kennedy faces confirmation hearings as
new agency director, and Bob Hayes has just gotten big news from the head of Israel's
Mossad. Saddam has three nuclear warheads abuilding, in a bunker under a hospital.
Luckily, Mitch is just the guy to clean house for them. He's ready to get out of his own
house for a while. Anna is steamed over the catty kind of colleague he drags home. So it
is time once more for him to summon his special-ops skills, saddle up, and lead Special
Forces into hostile territory.
All this is told straightforwardly, within the conventions of political thrillers. The
narrative is mostly chronological, and sticks with the simple past tense most of the time.
Not as compelling as Tom Clancy, but just as believable and certainly entertaining.
Remember the words of John Rambo: "Sir, do we get to win this time?"
Priors: The Third Option, Term Limits, Transfer of Power.
