The president was sprawled in a leather chair, a robe over his pajamas. “They’ll bite?” “They’ll bite. They sure as hell want to confirm the destruction of the sub. Question is, can we fool ’em?” “Foster seems to think so. It sounds plausible enough.” “Hmph. Well, we have her, don’t we?” Pelt observed. “Yep, I guess that story about the GRU agent was wrong, or else they kicked him off with everybody else. I want to see that Captain Ramius. Jeez! Pulling a reactor scare, no wonder he got everybody off the ship!”
