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Operations Center 3, CIA Headquarters
Langley, Virginia

 

“What’s his location?”

Leroux spun toward Sonya, snapping his fingers, her reply to Kane’s question immediate.

“He’s heading home. I’m contacting his security detail now.”

Leroux glanced at Child, pointing at the screen without saying anything, his well-trained team knowing exactly what he needed, no time wasted with verbal communication. A map appeared of the area, a red dot showing Director Morrison’s car, several camera shots appearing moments later showing his mini-motorcade consisting of his vehicle and two escort vehicles.

“I’ve got them, Dylan. Everything looks good. What’s going on?”

“Natasha just killed her uncle, and before she was shot by security, she said that she put a contract out on the Chief that can’t be stopped.”

Leroux cursed, stepping closer to the displays. “So, payment has already been made or arranged, and there’s no communication with the team.”

“That’s my interpretation. We need to get him secured and fast.”

Leroux watched as the motorcade came to a stop at a red light. He turned to Sonya. “What’s going on? Why aren’t they going through?”

She shook her head, slamming a fist into her console. “I can’t reach them.”

He spun toward Child. “Check for any type of jamming in the area.”

Child attacked his keyboard then pointed at the screen. “There’s a cellular dead zone right where the Chief is. Somebody’s jamming the signals.”

“But we don’t use cellular with our teams.”

Child shook his head. “They’re probably jamming everything, not just cellular. It’s just that it’s the easiest for me to detect. By the time I figure it out—”

Kane interrupted. “It’ll be too late.” He cursed. “We have to get a warning to them. Wait. Where’s Sherrie and Fang? I thought they were supposed to be watching him too.”

Leroux frowned. “Morrison relieved them once everyone was in custody. Nobody knew about the contract.”

Child pointed at the screen then hammered at his keyboard. “I’ve got an idea!”

“What?”

“No time to explain.”

Leroux turned to the screen, the light changing green, the motorcade advancing through the intersection when Child threw up his arms in victory.

“Done!”