We Are Holding The President Hostage (1986) - Plot & Excerpts
It could only be defined as a lightning bolt. If the tip of the bolt reached out and touched you, then you were obliged to slip through the seam of the flash into the void of destiny. Jack Harkins was certain that such a moment had arrived. As he walked up the winding stairway of the White House to the central hall, he felt the adrenaline of anticipation. All the vectors of his life were converging, the Phi Beta Kappa key, the four athletic letters, the six-year doctorate in political science, his slog through the maze of government service. If this new phase was life-threatening, so be it. It added all the more excitement to the joy and pleasure of it. Harkins walked through a gauntlet of armed men. Another line ranged itself across the upstairs width of the central hall. The men wore helmets and battle gear, an incongruous form of dress in the elegant hallway. Between this line and the closed door of the west sitting room was a kind of no-man's-land. Moments before, the CIA Director had been in the basement command post at the Executive Office Building, where the Secretary of State had briefed him on the situation.
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