CATU Building
How
long ago was this?" Roger asks. He is holding a report transferred from the FBI.
"Nearly twelve hours ago sir," the agent says.
"Get me McMillan on the phone." Roger returns to his office to see Doug Wiltkins, head of Tactical, waiting for him. "Doug, what brings you up here?" Roger asks.
"I figured you were going to call me sooner or later. Are these power plant attacks being classified as terrorist attacks?" Doug inquires.
"There has been two so far, but—"
"Three," Doug corrects.
"Three? Where?"
"Boise Idaho. It was another electrical power plant, about five hours ago."
"Where'd this information come from?" Roger asks.
"CIA. The NSA is keeping closed lip about anything. I thought with the President's order, no one would try to withhold information," Doug said questionably.
"Old habits die hard I guess."
The phone rings interrupting the two men. "Excuse me a minute," Roger says. "Cornelius."
"Roger," Frank McMillan, Director of the FBI says. "Was the information helpful?"
"It was, but I need a favor from you."
"Of course, the FBI is at your disposal."
"We need up to the minute information as you get it. Also dig up anything you can find on Jonathan Roberts."
"Got it, no problem."
Roger gives his thanks and hangs up, before turning his attention back to Wiltkins. "No witnesses and no trace of who they are," Roger states.
"It's going to make it hard to find them or their next target," Doug says, almost reading Roger's mind.
"We don't have the man power to guard every power plant either. However, they seem to only be operating in the northwest right now, which can be to our benefit. I want you to take a team and see what you can find. See if you can find a trail and track them down. I'll get clearance sent to any offices you need personnel from."
——
The
Marriott wasn't too bad for a hotel. Spencer and Sam felt like they really were on vacation, almost to the point they wished they could leave the world's troubles behind. Sam stands in front of the window, starring out at the snow falling. Without looking back to where Spencer still lay, she says, "It's hard to believe I may have a sister."
"It's a hell of a way for you to find out," Spencer replies.
"Yeah, you're telling me."
"Don't worry, we'll find her and your father."
"Finding someone in Russia or any country other than America isn't easy. What if we are too late like with Sara?" Sam turns from the window; tears well up threatening to spill over. Since the murder of the friend Sara McKinsey, Sam was never really ready to grieve. Now with the prospect of her father following a similar fate, her emotions were ready to crumble.
Spencer crawls out of the bed and wraps his arms around her, pulling her in to hold her close. "Whatever has happened with him, we'll find him. This time we are better resourced," he says.
Changing the subject she says, "Imagine how mad Maykov is going to be."
"She'll either stay quiet or express her anger," he adds.
"We better get this investigation started."
"We'll start with Maykov, see how helpful she is."
——
Strandon
sits in his office, finishing up a phone call. The order the President issued has been making things difficult. Until this information sharing came about, the agencies could pretend they knew nothing about a person or situation. Now if another agency suspects they're lying, a special team comes in and does a search. The President was serious with this one too, if caught the person responsible faced prison time.
He sits there lost in his own thoughts when he suddenly feels a presence. Turning, he sees a figure sitting in a chair.
"Detaran, what can I do for you?" he asks.
I've come to see what progress has been made.
"Commander Jiang Chi is doing a good job. Everyone suspects some form of attack, but no one can point a finger."
Excellent. Delgrious made a good choice in selecting you.
"The reward is pleasing. CATU has sent two special agents, their best two, to Russia."
Yes, we know of this and they are being taken care of. Just keep everyone concerned occupied and soon you will be able to reap your rewards.
"As you wish, I—"
Detaran was already gone. Strandon sinks further into his chair, his promised rewards running in his head. A large smile runs across his face.
