said, “We do have to be prepared for the blowback, Mr. President.”
“I understand that. It was part of my decision. I did not make it blindly.”
“Of course not, sir,” said Blue Man evenly. “But now we must address possible targets that the North Koreans will be after. As well as beefing up security and fine-tuning our surveillance networks.”
Tucker broke in before Blue Man could continue. “We have taken all of that into account. Rest assured I’m doing all that can be done to defeat any actions by the North Koreans.”
The president looked disdainfully at the CIA chief. “That makes me feel so much better,” he said.
The president walked with Robie and Reel out of the Oval Office.
As they looked ahead of them, Eleanor Cassion was heading toward them with their son, Tommy, in tow. His head was down and his clothes looked dirty and ruffled. His braided blazer had a tear in the sleeve. His shirttail was completely out of his pants and his school tie was askew. Behind him was a burly Secret Service agent looking very uncomfortable.
As his wife and son stopped in front of him Cassion said, “What happened?”
Eleanor said sternly, “Tommy got into a fight at school. That’s what happened.”
“A fight?” said a stunned Cassion.
Robie and Reel exchanged glances. It seemed obvious to them that the president was swiftly calculating in his head how the story would play out in the media.
Cassion bent down. “Tommy, what happened?”
Tommy shook his head stubbornly and did not speak.
Cassion straightened and looked at the agent. “What happened, Agent Palmer?”
Palmer said, “It was right at the end of class, sir. They were heading outside. A group of students. Then there was yelling and a bunch of them got into sort of a scrum. By the time I pushed my way through the students Tommy and another boy were on the ground fighting. I pulled them apart, made sure the other kid was okay, and then brought Tommy directly here, sir.”
Cassion put a hand through his hair. “What was the fight about, Tommy?”
When the boy didn’t respond Cassion put a hand on his son’s shoulder. “Tommy, I asked you a question, son. And I expect an answer.”
“He called you a stupid, spineless shit,” said Tommy, still looking down.
“Language, Thomas Michael Cassion,” said Eleanor in a warning tone.
“He asked what the fight was about,” retorted Tommy. “Well, that’s what the kid called Dad and that’s why I hit him.”
Cassion cupped his son’s chin and pointed it upward. Now they could all see that Tommy also had a black eye.
“Oh, Tommy,” said Eleanor. “Fighting solves nothing. Name-calling is meaningless.”
“You weren’t there, Mom,” Tommy retorted. Then he eyed Agent Palmer. “And if you hadn’t pulled me off, I would’ve kicked his butt.”
“He was doing his job, Tommy,” said Eleanor. “Which is keeping you safe.”
“I don’t need anybody to keep me safe. I can take care of myself.”
“Tommy, that is not the point,” said Eleanor. “You could have hurt the other boy.”
“I hope I did. I hate this place! I hate it! I want to go back home.”
“Look, son,” began the president, looking around nervously. “We’ll discuss this later, in private.”
“No we won’t. You’re the president. You don’t have time for your son.”
“Tommy!” Eleanor exclaimed in a shocked tone.
“You were covering your dad’s six,” said Reel.
They all looked at her.
Tommy said, “What?”
“You were just covering your dad’s six. Watching out for him. Sons do that for their dads. Daughters do that for their moms. Kids do that for their parents. You were protecting his honor. Covering his six. That’s what we call it in my line of work.”
Tommy rubbed his swollen eye. “I guess I did. Cover-his-six thing.”
Cassion turned to Robie and Reel, obviously relieved that his son had calmed. “Tommy, these are two of the finest Americans you will ever meet. They just performed an important mission on behalf of our country. They’re real heroes.”
Tommy looked suitably impressed by this. His entire demeanor changed.
“Wow,” he said.
Robie put out his hand. “Nice to meet you, Tommy. And for what it’s worth, I got in fights at school too. But I figured something out.”
“What? Better to turn the other cheek?” Tommy said in a sarcastic tone.
“No. I never really learned to do that. I figured out that if I talked to the other guy and tried to learn where his issues were coming from then maybe I could fix things that way instead of using my fists. Whether you win or lose, getting punched in the face