A young officer who had been staring at the simplified radar display reported with trembling lips:
"They... they've entered the final bombing position... Radar shows multiple aircraft circling in standard pre-attack positions over the target... altitude and speed stable... this is... this is the last preparation before dropping bombs..."
Everyone's eyes were once again fixed on Song Heping's back.
Song Heping stood there like a silent sculpture.
In his heart, he was repeating the only belief that kept him standing there:
Washington must compromise. Obama needs time to persuade Hillary, persuade the generals of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, and persuade those advisors weighing political gains and losses in the security office to accept those three conditions.
This is not just a military gamble, but a dance at the edge of a political cliff.
Yet the stakes are Samir and Abu You's years of work, as well as the lives in this command post.
