The White House
Situation Room
Johnson, the Director of the CIA, grabbed Russell by the elbow as they made their way into the room and guided him to a corner, away from prying eyes and ears.
“We have our target cornered.”
“Excellent, where is he?”
“Our face recognition software picked him up at Newark train station as he was rather stupidly hailing a cab. Amateur. Anyway from there, we tracked the cab, discovered he was dropped off at the Howard Johnson and from the timings, found he checked in as a Tim Wilkinson. No idea where that came from but anyway, we have a team about to take him out.”
“Make sure your guys don’t fuck it up again,” warned Russell, starting to regain his authority following his meeting with the Horsemen. “So what’s the story here?” he asked looking back at the Situation Room.
“The Palestinians have got their hands on another nuke. I don’t understand how careless people can be with these things. I blame the Commies personally,” replied Johnson conspiratorially.
“How good is the intel?”
“We’re told they’re 90 % certain it’s real. When the Israelis give you anything over 50 % it means it’s serious. 90 % means they bloody well know it’s coming.”
“Shit, any ideas where they’re targeting?”
“Nope, not a clue. America is all they can give us. But I have to say we would normally have heard something ourselves. There’s been no increase in chatter which we would expect when they’re trying to pull off something this big. So I’m not sure they’re right.”