The young woman blushed. "Yes, Mr. President," she answered, "to both questions. I would be honored to help in any way I can."
"Well, let's sit down!" The President ordered. "let's hear this damned thing. I want to know what we've got!"
They all sat down and the tape began to play. The Korean was spoken and then the interpreter repeated what they had said.
"Command, this is strike flight leader. Am approaching target for I.D. Weapons' ship in position behind me."
"Understood, strike flight," a voice answered, "Make positively sure it is the right plane. I want no mistakes!"
"Yes, Supreme One!" strike leader answered.
The President sat bolt upright.
"I see the plane, Supreme One," the pilot continued. "I am coming along side. It's the American transport, the one carrying their whores. The plane number I have is 8679. It matches the one I see. I can see them in the windows. They're pointing to me and waving. This is the correct plane, Supreme One."
"Excellent!" came The Supreme One's voice. "Pull away. Head for home. Strike Two, do you read?"
"I hear clearly, Supreme One!" came another pilot's voice.
"Arm your weapons," The Supreme One ordered.
"My weapons are armed," the pilot answered.
"Fire!" The Supreme One ordered.
"My weapons are fired," the pilot answered. "They are approaching the target. They have hit the target. Both have detonated. The target is descending, breaking up."
"Excellent!" Supreme One answered. "Well done Strike Two, return to base!"
"Returning to base," the pilot answered.
There were a few more moments of static, then the tape stopped. The President sat back.
"God damned son of a bitch!" he muttered. "The God damned son of a bitch directed the attack himself! That WAS Do, wasn't it? He's the only one that they call The Supreme One, isn't he? Has his voice been identified?"
"Yes sir, to all questions," Major Smith answered, "the voice on the tape is definitely Ling Do, premier of the Korean peoples' Communist Party, referred to by them as The Supreme One."
The President banged his hand on the table. He thought for several minutes, then said "Ladies and gentlemen, I am going to try to get a mandate from The United Nations ordering that Do be surrendered for prosecution, and if he is NOT surrendered, force may be used to make the North Korean people surrender him.
When I get such a mandate, I want everything in the area necessary to MAKE The North Koreans surrender Do. Am I clearly understood?"
"Yes, Mr. President!" everybody answered in almost perfect unison.
"Miss Nu, what would you say were the emotions in those three voices?"
"The first pilot," the interpreter answered, "was arrogant, hateful, sadistic. The second was hesitant. He didn't want to be where he was. He didn't want to do what he was doing. The third voice was cold, emotionless, almost mechanical."
The President nodded."That will be all, ladies and gentlemen," The President snapped. "I've got to go get things rolling. Miss Nu, go introduce yourself to my wife, find some quarters, then I want you to talk to any Korean Americans you can get a hold of, see what their feelings are on this. I'll get back to you later."
The interpreter nodded and hurried off. The President returned to his office.
"Ambassador Page," he told his secretary, "in half an hour! There's a General around here somewhere, I've forgot the poor bastard's name! Find him, I want him NOW!"
"It's Hayes, sir!" the secretary answered. "Kind of cute! He'll be with you in a couple of minutes."
The President went to his desk, sat down, turned and stared out the window. "You went too far, you son of a bitch!" he muttered, "You went too damned far!"
He heard the door opening, and turned around to see his secretary entering with a tall, lean, blond haired, blue-eyed man in an Army uniform. "Mr. President," the secretary remarked, "General Hayes."

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