Two large men in off-the-rack suits stood waiting for him on the sidewalk.  Startled by this human wall, Bernard’s eyes widened, and his mouth dropped open.

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“Mr. Wouk?” the broader of the barriers asked.

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“Yes?”

 

The man withdrew a packet from his coat pocket and flipped it open for a moment in front of Bernard.  “Secret Service, Mr. Wouk.  Would you mind stepping into the car?”  He motioned toward the open door of a monstrous vehicle.

 

“What’s this about?”

 

“In the car, please, sir.”

 

“Where are we going?”

 

“To see the president, Mr. Wouk.”

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Soon they were passing through the White House gates.  “You weren’t kidding,” he addressed the communicator.

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“No, we don’t kid.”