EndWar

by Tom Clancy

He stared long and hard at the photograph, reaching out to it with his eyes. Eventually he looked up at her, those eyes now brimming with tears. “Yes, I will help you.”

  Dennison called for the guards to open the door.

  Outside, she dialed a number on her satellite phone. “Hello, Mr. President. He’s in. And no, I didn’t tell him everything. We’ll take it one step at a time.”