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Operations Center 3, CIA Headquarters
Langley, Virginia

 

“I think I found him.”

Leroux turned to Tong. “Who is he?”

Tong motioned to the display, a man badly in need of a haircut shown. “If he’s who I think he is, he’s a Danish citizen living in Copenhagen, working for a local newspaper. His Dark Web profile seems to suggest he fancies himself a bit of a player, but from what I can tell, he just puts up posts claiming to have information on things that other users claim never pan out.”

“But this one might have.”

Tong nodded. “Yup.”

Child spun. “But how did you make the link to the real world?”

Tong shrugged. “Easy. He’s an idiot.”

Leroux chuckled. “Explain.”

“He uses the same handle on the Dark Web as he does on Twitter. His Twitter profile links to his Facebook profile, and he liked the damned photo our Polish heavy equipment operator posted.”

Leroux laughed, shaking his head. “A true genius. If only they were all so easy to find. Do you have an address on him?”

“Yes, sir. Are we going to pick him up?”

Leroux shook his head. “Not our job. Pass it on to Agent Reading. He’ll make sure it gets followed up on.”