White House
"First
and foremost Tim, I'm sorry for your loss," the President says as Timothy Stanos walked into the office.
"Thank you sir, it's a loss for all of us."
"I just hope that's all it is," McKinsey says.
"What do you mean?"
"Come on Tim. He was found at an abandoned airport with a bullet in his head. He's the Chief of Staff. I just hope he wasn't a traitor."
Stanos hadn't thought about that small factor. He was so filled with rage that
Ghost
had killed Bowling.
"Was he alone?" asks Stanos.
"Yes. There was blood in other various places, different types. Right now it's being investigated. I gave orders to keep it under wraps until we have something definite. As his friend do you know of anything he was working on since various things are kept from me," McKinsey says taking on a harsher tone.
The soldiers are gone and no other traces. Damn them. They will pay for betraying us.
"Not that I am aware of sir. But I intend to find out. Will you keep me informed sir?"
"Of course, you're the Vice President. You have full clearance. I want the truth found soon. At this point this administration doesn't need another catastrophe. The people are losing faith in us and quite frankly I'm losing faith in our people to find my daughter."
"They're working as hard as they can sir."
Standing up out of the chair McKinsey slams his fist on the desk. "Damn it Tim! I don't care how they are working. These terrorists have us by the balls and we're standing here with our dicks in our hands not knowing what to do with them. I don't want John to be branded a traitor but whoever gets hung out to dry will get hung out. I want my daughter back alive and I want this presidency to come away with some face."
Stanos stands in shock, not a word coming to mind on what to say. This is the first time he has seen the President mad and he was out for blood. His next moves would have to be done carefully.
"I'll get this moving sir. The quicker we get answers the better chance we have to finding Sara. If it means John was a traitor then that's what it means."
McKinsey has turned his back to Stanos. He doesn't say a word; he just stands there and nods. Stanos cannot think of anything else to say and turns and leaves the office.
I'm sorry old friend. You may have to be a traitor to become a martyr one day.
ββ
Reeds,
Roberts! In my office!" Roger yells.
They hurried to his office. "Yeah boss, what's up?" asks Sam.
"What leads did you find yesterday?" he asks.
"We know who the sniper is but that's about it. We were going to check out his last place of residence, see if it turns up anything," Spencer says.
"Scratch that. Send Adams over there should be simple enough. I have another task for you two. This came in early this morning to only a few of us. The Chief of Staff was found dead, possibly by this sniper of ours. We were asked to work with the investigation in hopes we may find information to lead us to the President's daughter."
"Who are we working with?" asks Spencer.
"You'll be working with the NSA and the Vice President. He is going to be spearheading the investigation. This is a high priority coming from the President himself. Any questions?"
"No boss," says Sam.
"Good luck you two. We're running out of days, make something happen and good luck."
ββ
Good
morning sir, ma'am," Adams says to Spencer and Sam as they approach his desk.
"Morning," says Spencer.
"Good morning," says Sam.
"Are we ready to head out?" Adams asks.
"You're on your own today. We need you to go the Mathsen's last residence and see what you can uncover there," says Spencer.
"Sure, no problem. Do I meet up with you later?"
"No. Just report what you find to Roger. He'll know where to find us," he says.
"I'll get Donna to get the address for you, if you get another lead follow it, but don't get yourself into any danger. Call for back up. Got that?" Sam asks.
"Yeah, no problem. Good luck guys," Adams replies.
ββ
Adams
waits a few minutes to give Spencer and Sam time to leave before picking up the phone.
"International Bank of Trade and Commerce, how may I direct your call?" the operator asks.
"Mr. Kloser please," Adams says.
"Thank you sir, may I ask who this is?" the operator inquires.
"Henry Rolings."
The line clicked over, music filled his ears as he waited on hold. Henry Rolings was the name they had agreed to use to keep suspicion down and any trail cold.
The line clicked over once again. "Kloser."
"How about we do some catching up old buddy?" asks Adams.
"I'm free now if you are," says Kloser.
"Yeah. A beer as usual?"
"Yes old friend, same place too."
The line goes dead. Adams hangs up, grabs his coat and leaves.
Donna stands just around the corner. She was coming to bring the address for Adams when she heard his conversation.
What could he want with Kloser? Could he be our mole?
She isn't fooled by the code they used. As long as she has been in this business, she knew when code was being used and when it wasn't. She decides to follow him. She wasn't a field agent but she still had a job to do. She returns to her desk to grab her gun, then leaves.
ββ
Perfect.
Just fucking perfect. Now we have no choice but to rely on Kloser. Once this is over, Stanos will not hesitate to hand us over to the government."
Hanson was pacing back and forth. He had just had a brief conversation with Stanos. It was a simple conversation too. Funding was cut, Stanos was pissed and when all was over, Hanson would wish he wasn't born.
"We just have to turn this around," Rudolph says. He sat through the phone call. He didn't need to hear what was said by Stanos, just the look Hanson had on his face was enough.
"We already have made a mistake by embracing the fact we hired the sniper. Now it has turned on us. We are mere days away from phase one," Hanson says.
"We need to take back control of the situation then," Rudolph says.
"You have a plan? I'm all out of them right now."