“About fucking time,” Paul Barnes, the acting head of the CIA, said. There was no love lost between the two men.

Also in the office with the President was Admiral C. Thomas Morrison, the second African-American to be chairman of the joint chiefs in U.S. history and a man who didn’t play coy about possible political aspirations.

“Who is he, Dick?” the President asked.

“He’s a mining consultant, currently working for the USGS. The reason it took so long to ID Mercer was that a cop friend of his impounded his Jaguar at the Anacostia auxiliary lot. If I hadn’t put extra men on the case, we never would have found him.” Henna took a seat. “I can only assume the woman is with him.”

“Why does that name sound familiar to me?” the President said more to himself than the men seated around him.

“Sir,” Barnes spoke up, “he was involved in a CIA operation just prior to the Gulf War. I’m sure his name was mentioned during a briefing by my predecessor.”

“That’s right. I was serving on the Senate Armed Services Committee then.”

“Yes, sir. Dr. Mercer accompanied a small team of Delta Force soldiers into Iraq to investigate their capabilities of mining weapon’s-grade uranium. The International Atomic Energy Agency confirmed that the Iraqis hadn’t obtained any from foreign sources, but we needed to know if the uranium ore mined near Mosul was pure enough to be enriched into plutonium 239. The data Mercer’s team brought back guaranteed that our troops would not face a nuclear threat. That was the last piece of intelligence President Bush needed before commencing Operation Desert Storm.”

“As I recall, there were some losses during that mission,” the President commented.

“Yes, there were. Four of the commandos were killed in an ambush at the mine site. In the debriefing afterward we learned that Dr. Mercer took charge of the remaining force and led them safely out of Iraq.”

“He seems to be a capable man,” the President remarked.

“That’s true, but we’re still left with the question, why did he kidnap Tish Talbot, killing a half-dozen men in the process, including two agents of the FBI sent to protect her.”

“He did not kill my men.” Henna snorted. “The man found dead in the hospital room had blood under his fingernails. It matched the blood of my men on guard down the hall.”

“Then who the hell was the man in the hospital room?” Admiral Morrison asked.

“He’s not in our files,” Henna replied. “But INTERPOL thinks they have a match. They also might be able to identify the bodies found on the street and in the metro. I should know in an hour or so.”

“We still don’t have a why yet, gentlemen,” Barnes said acidly, his scalp an angry red.

“We’ll have Mercer in custody shortly,” Henna snapped. “We just missed him at his office, but I have agents planted around his house in Arlington as of ten minutes ago. When we have him, we will get our why. Oh, there is one more thing. NOAA received a bill from a maritime law firm in Miami—for information that was faxed to Philip Mercer’s house.”

“What was the information?” asked the President.

“We don’t know, sir. We got the runaround from the law office. A court order is being rushed through right now to search their files. We should know what Mercer wanted by late today.”

“I must say that, so far, Dr. Mercer has been a lot smarter than any of us.” The President spoke softly, a sure sign that he was keeping his temper in check. “And if Dr. Talbot is with him, she is probably in more capable hands than ours. So far he has saved her life at least once and managed to elude our best efforts to find him. Now he’s launched an investigation of his own—which seems to have more direction than ours. Am I right?”

The President’s accusation was met by silence.

“When Dr. Mercer is found, I want him brought to me. There will be no charges filed against him. Perhaps he can shed more light on what’s happening in the Pacific. Does anyone have anything else to add?”

“Since our briefing yesterday,” Admiral Morrison said, “I have put our Pacific Fleet on standby alert. Two carrier groups are steaming toward Hawaii from the Coral Sea. The Kitty Hawk is in position right now, along with the amphibious assault ship Inchon. Both vessels and their support ships are three hundred miles south of Hawaii.”

“I don’t know if they’ll be needed, but it’s a good idea to have some firepower standing by.” The President rubbed his hands against his temples. “Gentlemen, we are right now facing a puzzle with no clues. If Ohnishi is behind the sinking of the Ocean Seeker, Dr. Talbot may be the only person who can provide any evidence against him. We must find out what she knows. Until then, we’re playing blindman’s bluff with an enemy who has surfaced twice, but has yet to be seen. That is all.”

The President asked Dick Henna to stay and dismissed Barnes and Morrison. “Dick, since this whole episode is taking place within our borders, you are the man in charge. I want to know, right now, what your opinion is.”

Henna took a few moments to think, then said, truthfully, “I don’t know.”

He let the statement hang in the air for several seconds.

“That note we received a couple days ago wasn’t any different from hundreds of crank letters sent to us every week. Until the Ocean Seeker went down, that is. Then we stood up and took notice. Two days later the only survivor was kidnapped by a man who I think is a patriot. He leaves a trail of bodies across the city, requests some type of maritime information from Miami, and requests the seismic records of Hawaii during May of 1954 from the USGS archives. Please don’t ask me why—my top people can’t even come close to figuring that one out. He’s on to something, I have no doubt.”

“Why, though? Why is he even involved?”

“His motivation may be revenge. He was asked to join the NOAA survey crew aboard the Ocean Seeker, but he was out of the country. I asked Paul Barnes for the background check the CIA did on him before the mission to Iraq. Maybe there’s something there that’ll help.”

“And what about the letter from Takahiro Ohnishi?”

“Look at any newspaper today and it seems that every small ethnic group in the world is declaring their independence, no matter how long they have coexisted with their neighbors. Africa, Europe, even Asia. Who’s to say we’re immune? The majority of the people of Hawaii are of Japanese ancestry, most of whom have never seen the continental states. Maybe we don’t have the right to govern them with our Western ideas. I don’t know.”

“Dick, do you know what you’re saying?”

“I do, Mr. President. I don’t like it, but I do know what I’m saying. You might be confronted with a situation only once before faced by a President.” Henna stood to go. “But, sir, that situation started a war that lasted five years and caused more deaths than all the wars in American history combined. Lincoln walked away a hero, but maybe only because he was martyred.”