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"It's obvious you don't know crap about golf," said the President, mildly pleased at gaining a small measure of control. "This calls for a chip shot. Hand me a nine iron."
The intruder obliged and stood by while the President chipped onto the green and putted into the cup.
When they set off for the next tee, he studied the man seated beside him.
The few strands of gray hair that strayed beneath
the straw hat and the lines bordering the eyes revealed an age in the late fifties. The body was slender, almost frail, the hips slim, a good match for Reggie Salazar except this man was a good three inches taller. The facial features were narrow and vaguely Scandinavian. The voice was educated, the cool manner and the squared shoulders suggested someone who was used to authority, yet there was no hint of viciousness or evil.
"I get the crazy impression," said the President calmly, "that you staged this intrusion to make a point."
"Not so crazy. You're very astute. But I would expect no less from a man with your power."
"Who the hell are you?"
"For the sake of conversation call me Joe. And I'll save you asking what this is all about as soon as we reach the tee. There is a restroom there." He paused and removed a folder from inside his shirt, sliding it across the seat to the President. "Enter and quickly scan the contents. Take no more than eight minutes.
Linger beyond that time and you might arouse the suspicions of your bodyguards. I needn't describe the consequences."
The electric cart slowly eased to a halt. Without a word the President entered the restroom, sat down on the john, and began reading. Precisely eight minutes later he came out, his face a mask of confusion.
"What kind of insane trick have you hatched?"
"No trick."
"I don't understand why you went to such elaborate lengths to force me to read comic-book science fiction."
"Not fiction."
"Then it has to be some sort of con job."
"The Jersey Colony exists," said Joe patiently.
"Yes, and so does Atlantis."
Joe smiled wryly. "You've just been inducted into a very exclusive club. You're only the second President ever to be briefed on the project. Now I suggest you tee off and I'll flesh out the picture as you continue playing around the course. It won't be a complete picture because there is too little time. Also, some details are not necessary for you to know."
"First, one question. You owe me that."
"All right."
"Reggie Salazar?"
"Sleeping soundly in the caddy shack."
"God help you if you're lying."
"Which club?" Joe asked blithely.
"A short hole. Give me a four iron."
The President swung mechanically, but the ball flew straight and true, landing and rolling to within ten feet of the cup. He tossed the club at Joe and sat heavily in the cart, waiting.
"Well, then. . ." Joe began as he accelerated toward the green. "In 1963, only two months before his death, President Kennedy met with a group of nine men at his home in Hyannis Port who proposed a highly secret leapfrog project to be developed behind the scenes of the fledgling man-in-space program.
They were an ìnner core' of brilliant young scientists, corporate businessmen, engineers, and politicians who had achieved extraordinary success in their respective fields. Kennedy bought their idea and went so far as to launch a government agency that acted as a front to siphon federal tax money for what was to be code-named Jersey Colony. The pot was also sweetened by the businessmen, who set up a fund to match the government dollar for dollar. Research facilities were created in existing buildings, usually old warehouses, scattered around the country. Millions were saved in start-up costs, while eliminating questions by the curious over new construction of one vast development center."
"How was the operation kept secret?" the President asked. "Surely there were leaks."
