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Defense said stubbornly.
"I took a preelection pledge not to be the first to launch a nuclear missile,"
the President said. "I agree with the general. We can't nuke in response to a
loking." He banged the table. "Now you've got me saying it."
Everyone glared at the Acting Secretary of Defense, whose face reddened.
General Martin S. Leiber grinned. He felt stupid standing in front of his
locomotive blowups. But so far the meeting hadn't gone too badly. No one had
blown his cover. And the Acting Secretary of Defense was catching all the
hell. General Leiber wasn't sure how long that would continue, so he made his
next move.
"I think there's only one solution," he said. Everyone looked at him.
"Let me continue trying to trace the ... er ... KKV's. I'm sure one of my
leads will pan out."
The President was a long time in answering. General Leiber broke out in a
sweat. He knew that only as long as the President expressed confidence in him
would the joint Chiefs refrain from blowing the whistle. Finally the President
spoke.
"It galls me, but the American public cannot be allowed to think that their
leadership cannot protect them. Go with the cover story. General Leiber, I'm
counting on you to come up with an answer before the next ICBL strike."
"Yes, sir, Mr. President," General Leiber said heartily. He snapped a quick
salute, just in case. He started to pull down the blowups.
"Better burn those," the President said. "Security reasons."
"But, Mr. President," General Leiber protested. "These cost the government
three thousand dollars."
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The President returned to his office with a heavy heart. A week in office and
he felt like he had aged ten years. He wondered how he was going to get
through four years of this, and then he figured that when the American people
realized that there was nothing standing between them and destruction but a
few thousand miles of Atlantic sky, there probably wouldn't be a
constitutional government left by the time his first State of the Union
address was due.
He had no choice now but to tell Smith everything. He had been hoping to avoid
this, but Smith had been unable to locate the launcher and General Leiber
hadn't come up with a single locomotive lead.
He picked up the new CURE phone. It was beginning to feel like part of his
hand. He wondered if past Presidents had felt that way too.
It rang five times before Dr. Smith answered. His voice sounded muzzy and
thick.
"Smith, I hope you have something."
"Still inputting, Mr. President."
"It can wait. I have something new for you to input."
"I'm clearing a file. Proceed, please."
"The KKV's. They've been identified."
"Yes."
"They are old locomotives."
"Old locomotives, yes." Smith's voice did not change. The President could have
told him they were fired by Pygmy blowguns.
"The first was an American Big Boy, built in 1941, the second a Prussian Class
G12. The third is being analyzed."
"Got that, sir." Smith's voice was preoccupied.
"Do you have any questions? Would you like me to repeat any of that?"
"No, sir, I have it. Two identified locomotives. One unidentified. I'll see
what the computer says."
"Right," the President said. "Keep me briefed." Hanging up, he thought that
Smith was an amazing character. Totally unflappable. You'd think the man would
have at least asked why the President hadn't volunteered the information
before.
The truth was that the President had been afraid to. If Smith thought that the
President had lost his mental balance, Smith might have been tempted to remove
him from office. CURE was designed to uphold the constitutional gevernment,
not any particular officeholder. But General Leiber had failed him, so it was
a moot point.
Remo and Chiun walked into Smith's Folcroft office hours later. They looked
dusty and worn, especially Remo.
"Smitty, you're not going to believe this," Remo began.
"Do not rub it in," Chiun inserted. "I will speak. Emperor, I can explain."
"Explain what?" Smith asked absently.
"My ... mistake."
"I'm certain it will not happen again, whatever it was." Remo and Chiun
exchanged glances.
Remo snapped his fingers in Smith's ear. "Smitty, Smitty, wake up."
"What? Oh. Remo. Master Chiun. I did not realize you had returned."
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