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importing medium range nuclear capable guided missiles into Cuba, which precipitated what everyone called the Cuban Missile Crisis.   The relationship with the Kennedy brothers wasn't perfect, but at least McCone and the CIA were allowed to participate and their reports were given some credence.
    But this report could all blow it all to hell and back.
    McCone wondered just what to do with the report from one hitherto unknown agent named Charles Kraeger that said that Castro was going to attack the base at Guantanamo Bay and would do so in just a day or so.  
    When he first received the report, he'd been incredulous.   How could Castro go against the agreement that Khrushchev and Kennedy had made to prevent nuclear war just a few weeks earlier?   The agreement also said the United States would never invade Cuba.   So what was going on?   The answer was easy - Castro hadn't signed the agreement and Castro was nuts.
    Still, it was going to be a hard sell with the Kennedys because, quite frankly, McCone wasn't certain he believed it in the first place.
    It was the devil's choice.   He could bury the report and wait until it was confirmed or proven false.   However; should the report prove correct, any attack would have already occurred and likely with catastrophic consequences for American interests.   He glanced at his calendar.   It was December 24, 1962, and Christmas was obviously the next day.   If the attack took place and he had done nothing, he would be worse than a pariah.   He would be guilty of criminal inaction.   At best, he'd lose his job.
    But if he warned President Kennedy and nothing happened, he'd be guilty of being an alarmist fool who cried wolf.   It could easily also cost him his reputation and his job, as well as making the Central Intelligence Agency again look like a pack of idiots in the eyes of the President and his young brother, Attorney General Robert Kennedy.
    Damn it all to hell.   Why hadn’t he stayed on as an executive at Consolidated Steel, or even remained as Chairman of the U.S. Atomic Energy Commission.   He knew the answer.   He loved being around the seat of power and hated the thought that one foolish miss-step could cause him to lose that privilege.
    He took a deep breath and made his decision.   It was surprisingly easy.   He could live with being considered a fool for being over cautious, but never a criminal.   People would not die on his watch if he could help it.   He called for his car.
     
     
    Charley Kraeger was thankful that he was recovering quickly from his injuries.   Perhaps he wasn't as old as he felt.   His still bandaged hands could now hold a pencil and his voice could now be heard as a whisper.   His arm was in a sling as a result of the shoulder infection, but, as one of his friends said, it was better than having his ass in a sling, which was the case while he'd been out in a small boat in the Caribbean.   He agreed.   He had lost some meat and muscle from his shoulder and would have an ugly scar, but he was alive.
    Charley had been quickly and thoroughly interrogated by several senior agents and he'd repeated what he'd learned from his contacts in Cuba.   He'd told them that Castro's Cubans, with or without any assistance from the Soviets, were planning to attack the base at Guantanamo Bay and were going to do it very, very soon.   Perhaps even sooner if they knew he'd carried the secret with him.  
    And why would they know that, his CIA interrogators asked?   Why else would they have tried so hard to kill him, he answered, and they couldn't respond.   Unless, one said smugly, the Cubans were trying to get President Kennedy to react to a phantom threat.   Kraeger had no response to that comment.   Perhaps it was a trap that the Cubans were laying for the Kennedy’s?
    People escaped by boat from Cuba to Florida almost daily and the Fidel's commies generally just let them pass.   Good riddance.   After all, weren't they Fidel's