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The Detachment

The Detachment

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Autoren: Barry Eisler
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was finally beginning to get dark, we pulled over at a gas station to fuel up and use the bathroom. Treven and Larison were soaked with sweat but they volunteered to spend a little more time in back because they were already used to it. I briefed them about the radio reports, but there wasn’t much to tell. There was a brief discussion about who should pick up provisions. Treven had green eyes, Larison had that danger aura, and I was Asian. And Treven and Larison both looked like they’d just emerged from a steam room. That left Dox as the least noticeable, and least memorable, of the four of us. He bought a road atlas, a lot of bottled water, and some granola bars, and we headed back out into the slowly cooling night.
    We kept moving south, the radio nothing but anodyne local news and traffic reports. Then the announcer’s voice became suddenly alive and urgent.
    “We have a developing situation,” he said. “Reports of an attack on the White House. A suicide bombing.”
    “Jesus Christ almighty,” Dox said, reaching for the volume.
    The announcer said, “Police and paramedics are arriving at the scene. We have reports of horrific injuries. As far as we know, no one has yet claimed responsibility for the attack. It’s not clear whether the president is even in the White House at this time.”
    “What the hell are they talking about?” I said. “That place is a fortress. A suicide bombing? It doesn’t make sense.”
    “Maybe another airplane?”
    “They would have said as much.”
    He glanced at me, his face grim, then back to the road. “Whatever it is, it looks like we cleared the way for it. Damn. Goddamn. Should we stop and let Larison and Treven know?”
    “No, keep driving. This was supposed to happen while we were in the city, you get that? It’s sealed off now. I’ll bet they’ve got National Guard units stopping traffic on the Beltway, everything. I want to put as much distance as possible between us and whatever’s going on back in Washington.”
    I told myself it wasn’t our fault. But Dox’s words kept echoing in my mind.
    Whatever it is, it looks like we cleared the way for it.
    We drove on, listening. There was nothing new, mostly repeats of what had already been said, in tones alternating between hysteria and ecstasy. Gradually, a little clarity emerged. It wasn’t an attack on the White House itself, but on one of the guard posts outside. Still, it was a huge explosion. There were scores of civilian casualties, and a section of the iron-barred fence that protected the property had been destroyed. Apparently the president was all right. He was in the White House, and was going to address the nation at nine o’clock.
    “Prime time,” Dox observed, his tone disgusted. “Likely a coincidence.”
    At Buckingham, Virginia, we left Route 15 and started tracking west. When we were just outside Appomattox, the president went live.
    “We all know what happened tonight,” he said. “A cowardly individual blew himself up outside the White House, murdering and injuring many scores of innocent civilians. No one in the White House itself was injured, and, other than some damage to a fence, the building’s security was not compromised.
    “What we don’t yet know precisely is who committed this atrocity, or why. But rest assured, our nation’s military, law enforcement, and intelligence services are assembling answers to those questions now. And when they have completed their task, justice will be done to the perpetrators.”
    “That’s what they’re calling military action these days,” Dox said. “Justice. I guess it has a better ring to it than invasion, bombardment, and slaughter.”
    “Shh.”
    “Now, I want to address a rumor,” the president went on. “First, that before blowing himself up, the terrorist shouted, ‘Allahu Akbar,’ which means ‘God is great’ in Arabic, and is a common Islamic invocation and sometimes a war cry. We don’t have confirmation of this, and it is irresponsible of the media to report it as though it has in fact been confirmed.”
    “Rumor?” Dox said. “Who started the rumor? Sounds like the president is starting it himself!”
    “That’s exactly what he’s doing, either deliberately, or because it’s being fed to him.”
    “Well, how the hell—”
    “Shh. He’s talking again.”
    “Our task tonight,” the president went on, “is to pray for the victims and their families. And to thank the men and women of our armed

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