"Great. My men are already on their way." Thurmond hung up and called for Claudia. "Planes gone?"

"Yup. Straight to the capital, right?"

"Yeah. Didn't give the president any time to ask where they'd be landing, but he'll get a ring soon enough. Get anything else done?"

"Just the usual."

"Good. Bar?"

"Absolutely, sir."

Nat grabbed his coat from the hook and followed Claudia out. They talked and joked, but for the first few minutes, his mind was elsewhere. [i]Make your phone calls, Casper. We'll see who comes out of this with more.[/i]