WASHINGTON, D.C.
FRIDAY, 6:58 A.M. EST
The black van peeled off from its SUV escorts and veered down a tree-lined residential street. At the end of the block, it took a sharp left into an alley, then another left into an open garage. A plainclothes officer with a coil wire in his ear checked both sides of the alleyway and pulled the garage door shut.
The target kicked and yelled as the van door slid open. The hooded body was gently carried down a hallway and set in a chair in an otherwise empty living room.
“You’ve made a huuuuge mistake,” the hooded voice raged. “You have no idea what you’ve done. You’re all going to pay!”
Special Agent Donatella Kim checked that the camera was on, that the video was recording. She plucked the hood off the target’s head.
Congressman Shepard Truman blinked a few times, then narrowed his eyes at Donatella. “Who the hell are you?”