Operations Center 2, CIA Headquarters
Langley, Virginia
L
eroux skimmed the message from Tommy, shaking his head at how good the kid was. If it weren’t for the young man’s questionable teenage undertakings, he’d hire him tomorrow to work for him.
But today, he’d happily accept his pro bono work.
He hit a few keys, sending the message to Tong. “Sonya, I just sent you something from Tommy Granger. The kid’s done on his laptop what we’ve barely begun.”
Tong brought up the message and read through it, a smile spreading. “He’s basically proven the accounts are fake, along with tens of thousands of other ones. Unbelievable.”
Leroux agreed. “Double-check it, then bump it up the chain. Let’s see if we can get these accounts traced by the social media companies, and get them blocked so they don’t do any more damage. If we’re lucky, some good might come of this.”
“I’m on it.”
