The Oval Office was a place a President went to for candid photographs, publicized meetings, or to sit behind a desk and sign your presidency away. For the last several years, it had been this new room, in the West Wing. Behind the Hoover desk, with the clear sky behind him, President F.D. Roosevelt sat, with veiled thoughts behind his clear eyes.
He knew the information was correct. It had always been correct. There was no reason to doubt his sources. They had come to him months before today, almost a whole year to this day. And he had done as he was instructed.
He had moved the fleets from San Diego to Hawaii early in the year. He knew that was the most dangerous, as it would draw suspicion; however, the danger in the Philippines justified his move. In the summer, he had cut off the oil to Japan, knowing that would rattle the opposition. Push them into extremes, he even threatened to attack the sovereign nation if they attacked US allies.
It all lead to what would happen today. It was almost quarter to three. His phone rang.
F.D. Roosevelt picked up the phone.
“Mr. President. I have horrible news.”