Cliff Ryder - Aim And Fire

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ON ALERT.
A nuclear bomb has gone missing. At the same time Room 59, a covert unit of the International Intelligence Agency created to fi ght terrorist cells, intercepts a communiqué from U.S. Border Patrol agent Nathaniel Spencer. A known terrorist, thought to be dead, is back in business.
.AND UNDERCOVER
Tracy Wentworth is working for the Department of Homeland Security when she's contacted by Room 59 for an inside job. Aligned with Agent Spencer and backed up by Room 59's considerable resources, they are to assess and eliminate the threat, using any means necessary. But as they delve deeper into Mexico's criminal underworld, it soon becomes clear that someone is planning a massive attack against America.one that would render the entire nation completely defenseless!

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Playing her hunch, she brought up the last picture of al-Kharzi, a grainy airport shot taken about four years earlier, and tasked her computer to search for any matches to anyone entering the country within the past thirty days who resembled the photo. Even attached to the DHS mainframe, this would take hours to compile, so she tackled other paperwork while waiting for the scan to finish. With literally millions of faces to review and compare using the biometrics face-scanning software, she could be waiting for the rest of the day—if she was lucky.

With noon approaching, and no matches in sight, she stretched her arms above her head and contemplated taking her lunch break when her computer suddenly chimed. She leaned forward to see the notice.

“Biometric match on subject—sixty-six percent.”

She compared the data from the new picture—taken with a hidden camera at an unmanned border crossing near North Dakota three days ago. That familiar thrill of discovery fluttered in her stomach. Could this be him?

She studied the two photos side by side, magnifying them as much as she could without sending them over to the lab for refinement. It looks like him, but these damn camera angles make it so hard to see, she thought. If he was alive, he had certainly kept a low profile, since his name hadn’t come up on any recent watch lists. But how hard would they be looking for a dead man? Still, a man who resembled a suspected target was crossing the border illegally, and the program, which was twitchy on the best of days, had still managed a sixty-plus percentage of accuracy.

The call was hers to make, and she did, preparing an e-mail to the department heads at intelligence and analysis, the Domestic Nuclear Detection Office, U.S. Customs and Border Protection, the Transportation Security Administration, the Border Patrol office in El Paso and, as an afterthought, her immediate superior. She outlined the possibility that a known terrorist had not been killed in the Texas warehouse explosion, and had instead entered the United States approximately ninety-six hours ago, and may be intending to carry out an attack on infrastructure, possibly involving nuclear material. All DHS personnel should be on the lookout for Sepehr al-Kharzi or any of his known associates.

When she got to that point, however, Tracy brought herself up short. She had just put forth all of the evidence she had, and had based it on what? Two grainy photographs and a Border Patrol agent who’d gotten hold of an e-mail from a supposedly dead man. Was she about to cause an alert across all of the departments over these few scraps?

The issue with Gilliam was one matter, but was she willing to risk her career over a cobbled-together analysis based on incomplete data? Of course, the suspect had been in the U.S. for more than ninety-six hours, and if he was planning something, that was more than enough time to get started….

Although relatively young in the analysis field at thirty-one, Tracy had learned the first lesson of intelligence gathering—cover your ass. If she was going to buck the boss on this, she had damn well better have a good excuse for going over his head, and the window of entrance into the U.S. was it. If it was nothing, she could simply claim that his being here for so long undetected was cause for concern.

Her index finger poised over the enter key, Tracy weighed the consequences of sending the message, then stabbed down. “Screw it,” she muttered.

She stood up and nodded at Mark’s back. “I’m going to grab some lunch. If you hear a scream from Gilliam’s office, that’s probably my fault.”

“Tracy, what did you do?” Mark asked, but she was already on her way to the drafty cafeteria.

WHEN SHE RETURNED FROM lunch, Mark looked even more worried than usual. “Gilliam wants to see you now.

“Of course he does.” Tracy checked her makeup and made sure there were no crumbs on her suit jacket. She was sure he knew she was back at her desk. If she was going to be chewed out, she might as well make him as upset as possible. Who knew—maybe he’d do something that would be grounds for a lawsuit. “Mark, I may not be long for the department. If I’m escorted out, it’s been great working with you,” she said.

“Aw, Trace, you didn’t go and get yourself fired, did you?” Mark shook his head. “If you land a cushy private-sector job, remember your friends, ’kay?”

“If my fiancé had anything to say about it, I’d already be gone.” Her phone rang, and Tracy knew who was on the other end. She straightened up, ignoring the flashing light and insistent tone. “Here goes everything.”

She walked to her superior’s office and knocked.

“Come in.”

Feeling like a condemned prisoner about to face her own judge, jury and executioner, Tracy opened the door and strode in, planting herself squarely in front of Gilliam’s desk. “I received a message that you wished to see me, sir.”

Other bosses she had worked for got redder as they got angrier, but the more furious Gilliam was, the paler he turned. Judging by the pallor of his chubby face, Tracy figured he must have been about to explode. But when he spoke, his voice was calm, with only a hint of underlying tremor. “Do you like working at the Department of Homeland Security, Ms. Wentworth?”

In for a pound, in for a ton, she thought. “Sometimes,” she said slowly.

“Explain your answer.”

“I do not appreciate being deceived, sir,” she said.

His brow furrowed. “What are you referring to?”

Tracy kept her voice level with an effort. “Yesterday you claimed that my analysis wasn’t at a threat level sufficient enough to move forward with, yet this morning’s Post splashed it all over the front page. In this line of work, there’s no such thing as coincidence, sir.

“What, that? I got a request from the Health Affairs Department yesterday afternoon requesting information, then the public-affairs office sent some follow-up questions from the reporter on an article they were already doing.

You know how fast things move around here sometimes.”

His words sounded plausible, and yet Tracy knew enough about the man to know that he wasn’t telling the whole truth. “Why didn’t you have them contact me directly? I could have provided more depth to the analysis.”

“After reading your summary, there was no need. Really, Tracy, I cannot believe that you would let that cloud your judgment so much that you would send this—” he tossed a sheaf of papers that she recognized as her analysis of al-Kharzi’s movements “—around me to the major departments.”

“It wasn’t that at all, sir.” Tracy prided herself on how rational she sounded. “After I got the hit, and realizing that this terrorist had already been in the United States for more than ninety-six hours—”

Gilliam’s hand slammed down on his desk, making her jump. In her two years there, he had never shown that much emotion. “Ms. Wentworth, no matter what you think may be the proper course of action, I remind you that the only channel you are to follow in your analysis and reports is directly to me. I will determine what is to be followed up on and what isn’t. There is much more going on here— much more at stake—than you could possibly know.”

What, like your next raise? Maybe even your job? she thought. “Regardless, sir, I thought it appropriate to warn the pertinent departments as soon as possible, before more time elapsed and the subject would be able to launch whatever operation he has planned.” Now just try to sit there and tell me it wasn’t justified.

“Ms. Wentworth, that would have been fine, except that Sepehr al-Kharzi has been dead for the past nine months.”

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