By Order of the President (Presidential Agent Series #1)

By Order of the President (Presidential Agent Series #1)

by W. E. B. Griffin
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By Order of the President (Presidential Agent Series #1) by W. E. B. Griffin

When a leased Boeing 727 is violently hijacked from Angola and flown to parts unknown, the President turns to an outsider—Major Carlos Guillermo Castillo—for answers. A pilot, West Point graduate, and veteran of Desert Storm, Castillo has a sharp eye for the facts—and the truth behind them. In Africa, he is helped and hindered by unexpected allies and ruthless enemies, and begins to untangle a plot of horrific dimensions—a plot that, unless Castillo acts quickly, will end very, very badly.


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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781440630316
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 12/27/2005
Series: Presidential Agent Series , #1
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 624
Sales rank: 26,870
File size: 850 KB
Age Range: 18 Years

About the Author

W. E. B. Griffin is the author of seven bestselling series: The Corps, Brotherhood of War, Badge of Honor, Men at War, Honor Bound, Presidential Agent, and now Clandestine Operations. He lives in Fairhope, Alabama, and Buenos Aires, Argentina. 
 

Hometown:

Coppell, Texas

Date of Birth:

November 10, 1929

Place of Birth:

Newark, New Jersey

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By Order of the President


By W.E.B Griffin

Putnam Adult

ISBN: 0-399-15207-5


Chapter One

Office of the Director The Central Intelligence Agency Langley, Virginia 1725 6 June 2005

"Secretary Hall is on Secure Two for you, Boss."

The Director of Central Intelligence's private reaction to the announcement was somewhat less than unrestrained joy. John Powell had a headache, for one thing, and for another he had promised his wife that he would really try to get home for once on time, if not early. They were having dinner at the White House.

But he smiled his thanks at his executive assistant, picked up his phone, and pushed the second of four red buttons on his telephone.

"And a very good afternoon to you, Mr. Secretary," he said. "How may the Central Intelligence Agency be of service?"

"I'm glad I caught you, John."

"I was, literally, about to stand up and walk out the door. What's on your mind?"

"We have what might be a problem," Secretary of Homeland Security Matthew Hall said.

"You sound serious, Matt."

"Unfortunately, I am."

"You're on a secure line?"

"Yeah."

"So tell me."

"Are you going to the White House tonight?"

"I don't think you're just idly curious, Matt. Yeah. Aren't you?"

"I think we should talk this through before we go there and are asked about it."

"Talk what through? You want to come over here? I'll wait for you."

"What I'd really like for you to do is come to the Mayflower. Suite 404."

"You mean right now?"

"Right now, John. I wouldn't ask if I didn't think it was important."

The director didn't reply for a moment. Then he said, "Matt, I don't want to have to come all the way into the district only to have to go back across the bridge to get dressed and then go back across that damned bridge again. At rush-hour. Will this wait until I go home and put on a black tie? That way I can bring Eleanor with me, and we'll be right around the corner from the White House."

"How would Eleanor feel about having a drink in the Mayflower bar with one of your bodyguards while we talk?"

"She won't like it, but she'll do it."

"Okay, John, thank you. I'll be expecting you."

"I'll be there as soon as I can, Matt. Four oh four, you said?"

"Four oh four," Hall said.

"Okay," the DCI said, and hung up.

Then he telephoned his wife, told her that he was just now leaving the office for the house, but as soon as he got there, he would have to take a quick shower, put on a dinner jacket, and leave immediately. He told her she had her choice of going with him, right now, and having a drink in the bar of the Mayflower while he talked to someone, or going into the district later alone, and meeting him outside the Mayflower, or at the White House, whichever she preferred.

Eleanor said that what she really would prefer was that he come home as he said he would really try to do, and that they go to the White House together, but since that was obviously out of the question, again, she would do whatever was best for him.

"Let me think about it on the way home," he said.

"Do that, John," she said. "Think about it."

Then she hung up.

Chapter Two

The Mayflower Hotel 1127 Connecticut Avenue, Northwest Washington, D. C. 20036 1925 6 June 2005

The Director of Central Intelligence had been driven alone, his choice, from his home to the Mayflower Hotel in a dark blue GMC Yukon. The Yukon was armored, and the windows were deeply darkened. There were three shortwave antennae on the roof.

But the vehicle, the director believed, would not attract very much attention. There were probably three hundred nearly identical vehicles moving around the district, and by no means did all of them belong to the government. He suspected that maybe half of them belonged to, say, middle level bureaucrats in, say, the Department of Agriculture, who had bought them to impress the neighbors, as a, say, middle level bank manager in Saint Louis, Missouri, would have bought a Jaguar or a Cadillac he really couldn't afford for the same purpose.

In Washington, prestige came with power, rather than money. In Washington and environs, the way to impress the neighbors was to look as if you were important enough to move around in an armored, window darkened Yukon with antennae on the roof.

The DCI's Yukon and the DCI himself attracted little attention when he rolled up in front of the Mayflower, quickly got out, and marched across the lobby to the bank of elevators, even though he was preceded and trailed by security men.

They rose to the fourth floor. One of the security men got off the elevator first, looked up and down the corridor, and then indicated the direction of Suite 404 with a nod of his head.

The security man waited until the DCI started off the elevator, then led the way down the corridor to 404, where he knocked three times on the door.

It was opened by a young man in a dinner jacket. The security man quickly scrutinized the guy. He was not of the beady-eyed political lackey sort that the security man was accustomed to encountering in this town. He showed confidence and control.

"Who are you?" the security man asked, not very politely.

The young man glanced down the corridor, saw the DCI approaching, and evenly replied, "If you're looking for Secretary Hall, this is it." He opened the door wider.

The DCI appeared in the doorway.

"Come on in, John," the Secretary of Homeland Security called.

The DCI entered the suite.

The living room looked like someone lived there, he thought, rather than as if it were just one more "executive suite" occupied by some businessman-not government employee; a government per diem allowance wouldn't come close to paying for this place-in Washington for a few days.

The young man in the dinner jacket started to close the door in the face of the security guard, who held it open with his foot and hand and looked to the DCI for guidance.

"It's okay," the DCI said, and the security man removed his foot and hand, and the door closed in his face.

"John, this is my executive assistant, Charley Castillo," the secretary said.

The DCI smiled and put out his hand, but didn't say anything.

"How do you do, sir?" Castillo said politely, shaking the hand.

"Eleanor downstairs?" the secretary asked.

"No. She's coming in later. I told her to call my cellular when she got close," the DCI said.

"Well, maybe we can wrap this up before she gets here," the secretary said. "Can we get you a drink, John?"

"Thank you, no. What's this all about, Matt?"

The secretary picked up a folder from the coffee table-the DCI noticed that it bore no security stamps of any kind-and handed it to him.

The document inside, six single spaced pages, also was barren of security stamps of any kind. But two sentences into it, the DCI was aware he was reading an intel filing.

This one suggested the strong possibility that the Boeing 727 that had gone missing from Luanda, Angola, had been stolen by, or for, a Russian arms dealer by the name of Vasily Respin, either for parts, to be used by one of his enterprises, or to be sold to others.

"This sounds more credible than some of the other theories I've heard," the DCI said. "Where did this come from? And is this why you asked me to come here?"

"I asked you to come here because I thought we could handle something that's come up between us," Hall said. "I'd rather, if possible, that we kept this out of school, John."

The DCI nodded, and waited for Hall to go on.

"John, did you see Natalie Cohen's memo that I was to get everything, including raw data, from everybody about the 727?" Hall asked.

"I saw it, briefly wondered why something like it would come from the national security advisor, then ordered that it be carried out," the DCI said.

"Would you say that that file met the criteria for material I was to get?"

"Obviously."

"I didn't get it, John. That's the problem," the secretary said.

"You obviously got it from somebody, Matt. I don't understand."

"The problem is that I should have gotten it from you, and I didn't. The satburst was filed to Langley by your station chief in Luanda," Hall said, nodding at the file the DCI was still holding in his hand.

"And the filing?"

"The satburst was either spiked or lost, or something, in Langley. I never got it from you."

"And the filing?" the DCI repeated, somewhat impatiently.

"That was never sent, because there was no response to the satburst."

"I can't believe that," the DCI said.

"Well, that's what happened, John," Hall said. "Then where did you get it? The satburst and the filing?"

"Charley brought them to me just before I called you," the secretary said, and then added: "When he came back from Luanda."

The DCI glanced at Castillo. I thought he said this guy was his executive assistant. So what was he doing in Luanda? And with his nose obviously into something that's none of the Department of Homeland Security's business? How did he come into possession of this file? How did he know this file was sent to Langley? That it was either spiked there, or that something else happened to it?

"You are going to tell me what's going on here, right, Matt?"

"I am, and I'm afraid you're not going to like it."

"We won't know that until you tell me, will we? How about starting with what Mr. Castillo was doing in Luanda, and how he came into possession of this?" The DCI held up the file.

"He was in Luanda because the President ordered him to find out what everybody knows about the missing 727 and when they learned it," Hall said.

"Everybody meaning who?"

"The CIA, the DIA, the FBI, the State Department, the Office of Naval Intelligence ... everybody," Hall said.

"I wasn't told," the DCI said, a little coldly.

"Nobody was," Hall said.

"Except you," Powell said, coldly.

"That's the way the President wanted it, John."

"Is Natalie involved in this?"

"She knows about it," Hall replied. "The President told her why he wanted everybody to send me everything ... why she was to send the memo."

"I will be goddamned!" Powell said, white-faced.

"Charley thought, after he'd gone through all the material Natalie's memo produced, that the obvious place for him to start was in Luanda. I agreed, and that's where he went."

"You're telling me, unless I'm getting this wrong, that the President authorized you to sniff around on my lawn," the DCI said.

"He did. Yours and everybody else's," Hall said.

"I wonder whose idea this was?" the DCI asked, almost of himself.

"It doesn't really matter, does it? The President ordered that it be done."

The DCI turned to Castillo.

"Castillo, isn't it?"

"Yes, sir."

"How did you come into possession of this?" the DCI asked. "How do you know that it was sent to Langley?"

Castillo looked at Hall, who nodded.

"The officer who wrote it gave it to me," Castillo said.

"And who is this officer?" Castillo looked at Hall again, and Hall nodded again.

"H. Richard Miller, sir."

"And he is?"

"He's the CIA station chief in Luanda, sir," Castillo said. "His cover is assistant military attaché at the embassy."

"And why would he do any of the foregoing?" the DCI asked, icily.

"Easy, John," the secretary said.

"... Reveal his CIA connection?" the DCI went on, angrily. "His cover? Give you access to classified CIA files?"

Castillo didn't reply.

"Answer the question, Mr. Castillo," the DCI said, not pleasantly.

"That sounded like an order, John," the secretary said. "I think you should keep in mind that Charley doesn't work for you ..."

The DCI glared at the secretary.

"... And that the only superior authority either one of us can appeal to is the President," the secretary went on. "Given that, I think we should really make an effort to deal with this between us."

The DCI looked at the secretary for a moment, but didn't speak.

"Answer the director's question, Charley, please," the secretary said. "Tell him what you told me."

"Yes, sir," Castillo said. "Sir, I informed Miller that what I was doing was at the direct order of the President.

I can only presume that he felt that orders from the Commander-in-Chief carried greater weight than any others to which he was subject."

"Disclosure of classified material to unauthorized persons is a felony under the U.S. Code," the DCI said. "As is the receipt by unauthorized persons of classified material."

"The operative word there, John, is 'unauthorized,'" the secretary said. "Charley was authorized to see the file first because of Cohen's memo, and second ... or maybe first ... because he was acting at the orders of the President. There has been no disclosure of classified material to unauthorized persons. Let's get at least that straight between us. I don't want Miller to get in trouble over this."

"Miller doesn't work for you, Matt," the DCI said. "I decide what is acceptable-for that matter, criminal-behavior on his part and what's not."

Hall looked at him for a long moment, and then said: "That being the case, I don't think we have anything more to talk about, do you, John?"

The telephone on the side table by the couch rang.

Castillo looked at the secretary for guidance.

"Answer it, Charley," Hall ordered.

Castillo went to the telephone and picked it up.

He said "hello" and then immediately switched to German. The conversation lasted not much more than a minute, and then he hung up.

"That was very interesting, sir," he said to Hall.

"Well, as soon as the director leaves, you can tell me what it was all about," the secretary said. "You are about to leave, Mr. Director, aren't you?"

It was a moment before the DCI answered: "I don't want to leave on this kind of a sour note, Matt. Exactly what is it you want of me?"

"My hope, which, now that I think about it, was probably naïve, was that you would accept this situation as a problem for both of us. Instead ..." He paused, obviously searching for the right words.

"Go on, Matt."

"Instead, you're acting like a typical bureaucrat protecting his turf."

"That's what you think, eh?"

"Frankly, John, you seem far more concerned that somebody has found out the CIA has egg on its face-and that the President's going to hear about it-than you do about fixing what's wrong."

"Is that so?"

"What I had hoped our friendly chat would accomplish was that I could truthfully tell the President that we had uncovered a stoppage in the flow of information at Langley, that I had told you about it, and had your assurance you would personally look into it and get back to me."

The DCI looked at him.

"The President's going to know about that filing tonight, John, and hear how I came by it," Hall went on. "And I'm going to relay Charley's concern that Miller is probably-how do I put this?-in some jeopardy because he decided his first duty was to obey the orders of the Commander-in-Chief and acted accordingly."

The DCI looked as if he was going to say something, then changed his mind.

Continues...


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By Order of the President (Presidential Agent Series #1) 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 147 reviews.
jokell More than 1 year ago
I have read most of griffin's books, starting with the U.s. Army series, thru the U.S.M.C. series. This was a continuation of the fine military writing this author has done.

I was help captive by the realization of what if something like this good be done. Do we have a group that only the president controls. If so, would they only handle military problems or could they be used in other ways. I can picture a few places and circumstances I would like them to solve. But back to the book.

A group of radical, hijack and kill 2 pilots. They then proceed to fly across the Atlantic with plans to fly the airplane into the Liberty Bell, in Philadelphia. A tall order for anyone. But Griffin has created another excellent hero in Capt. Castillio. He manages to outfox the doers and also out think the many intelligence organizations.

The story leads the reader on many journeys, from Germany to Texas, to Iraq and other worldly places.

I have put my self right alongside all Griffin's characters and rode, jumped, wadded thru marshes, Spent frigid nights with both Lowell and McCoy in Korea. And I will spend many days and nights with Castillo.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I found this book a terrible read and truly had to fight to get through it. I feel bad for any non-military readers who try to get through it as the titles and abbreviations are going to make your head spin, and if that doesn't then all the flashbacks and jumping around that Griffin throws in certainly will.
Guest More than 1 year ago
It looks like this book has had pretty good reviews. The only thing I can guess is the people rating this book highly are military or ex-military. I can understand someone appreciating an author because that person gets his or her facts straight, however knowing your facts doesn't mean you can write well. I found little things that bothered me right away such as the time line being off. The terrorists kill the pilot at one time and then there is a point in the book where they are referring to it and that discussion is occurring at an earlier time. Kind of hard to be talking about something that happened when it hasn't happened yet. The more significant aspects of the book that got to me were the LONG flash backs. They just aren't needed to that degree to develop a character. It threw the flow of the book way off. I bought the other books in this series at the same time I bought this book, but this book was so boring that I wont bother reading the others. My bad for buying multiple books by an author I haven't ever read before. Granted, there are authors who write excellent books and then other titles they write are just dogs, but when the first book that I read was this bad I just don't think I want to bother again with this author.
The_Traveling_Donkey More than 1 year ago
It's been a long time since I've read a series by W.E.B. Griffin, and I ask myself, "Why?" These books (Series of any title) by Griffin give me the action and drama I look forward to reading in my down-time. They are well-written, seemingly accurate, and adventurous. Can't wait to read the rest of the series. Thanks W.E.B. Griffin!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great read! The Presidents Series is fun, and filled with some serious action!
BostonDirk More than 1 year ago
I love mystery thrillers, especially Vince Flynn, Brad Thor, Ted Bell, Tom Clancy...etc. I was hoping W.E.B. Griffin would be along those lines, but he's not, not anywhere close. Unfortunately.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I thought this was a great book,unfortunatly I read the seires out of sequence starting with The Shooters then Black Ops.I personaly think this series is much better than Tom Clancy's Splinter Cell.I'm looking forward to reading some of Griffin's other series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Griffin does a wonderful job in this series; keeps you wondering what's going to happen next.
JamesS More than 1 year ago
Its been awhile since I've read a book by Mr. Griffin and that is my loss. I try not to get too much into "serial" novels but this one, if the first book, is any example seems to hold a lot in store for me. The president in this book appears to be very presidential, something this country now sorely lacks, and gives Major (Agent) Castillo a tasking and then stands behind his man and makes things happen. I hope we'll see a lot of these characters in the follow on books (three of which I went out and purchased today!).
Guest More than 1 year ago
As he did in his series on the Marine Corps, WEB Griffin again gives us a fable of the fabulously wealthy in the service of their country. Instead of the Pickerings, we have the Old Texas Money Castillos, and instead of the Japanese we have Islamic radicals, but the formula is pretty much the same except, of course, we don't yet know who wins this war. Could that be why Griffin skipped the end of WWII and went straight to Korea in his novels of the Corps?
Guest More than 1 year ago
Having read all the Police Honor series, I started in on By Order of the President and didn't stop till I finished it. It took a weekend. It's a'Great Read', that's the adjective that best describes the novel. No matter the subject matter, Mr. Griffin holds one in the grip of a plot, with a page turner that keeps the adrenaline flowing. One is captivated by the characters and subplots. I can see a follow-up novel with many of the characters. Go for it Mr. Griffin...I'm waiting with baited breath.
Anonymous 7 months ago
Couldn't put it down
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A lot of in depth background I loved it and read it several times.
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Drewano More than 1 year ago
This is one of those books that’s hard to rate for me.  The Author does a great job of giving the reader a complete story with in depth back stories and a very robust plot.  However in doing so the time between action scenes can be very long which is what I look for in a thriller so I would classify this as more of an international intrigue/suspense novel.  That being said the book is well written and the characters interesting.  If you’re looking for an artfully crafted story with action sprinkled in this is your book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
enjoyed this - will read more by Griffin!
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Palatine_Steve More than 1 year ago
I have read every one of Griffin's series with the exception of the badge of Honor, and while I can see where some might be put off by his attention to detail, that same attention to detail is what attracts many of us to his books. His characters grow from one book to the next, and while I will admit the flashbacks may be long winded, they are necessary to understand where Castillo came from. I have read the entire Presidential Agent Series three times now and I still pick up little nuances every time I read them. Charlie is one of my favorite Griffin characters, right next to Ken McCoy!! I could not put this book down..
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I had read the second through fifth books of the series and found this to be consistant providing some informative background for the story
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