by Matthew Rief
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Charlotte Porter floored it down the highway, leading a pack of four squad cars. She’d worked with agent Christopher for years and couldn’t imagine why he’d done it. As federal agents, they were no strangers to bribes. She couldn’t imagine Don doing it for the money, but she’d been wrong before. Either way, they would soon find out.
Richardson had called to tell her that the blockade was set. Local authorities were blocking off all possible escapes. Checking the GPS on her phone, she saw that there were only a few buildings up ahead along the waterfront, and no roads that turned to the left. Not that they could, the cliffs would have made a road almost impossible. No, they had them cornered.
Richardson had also contacted air traffic control, ordering them to identify any aircraft that flew in a hundred mile radius overhead. The USS George HW Bush had launched drones to keep eyes from overhead, and patrol boats were on route. They had both Don and Asin surrounded. They would soon have their answers.
Winding along the ocean, Charlotte spotted a series of buildings lining the coast up ahead. With little else in sight, she marked it as their target. She led the convoy, cruising off the highway, down a road that led to a massive chain linked fence that surrounded the entire compound.
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Pentagon
Richardson had ordered all information pertaining to Christopher to be brought to him, but he wasn’t prepared for the document one of his team members placed on his desk.
It was an official file faxed over from the government of Pakistan. It stated that both Christopher’s parents had been associated with the Taliban, and that his father was linked to multiple attacks both in the United States and Europe.
