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General Forest, head of the CIA, and second only to the President of the United States within the US intelligence sector, had been summoned to a meeting with the three most powerful people in Washington.

Forest prided himself on his punctuality and all his staff were aware of this. So when a call came from the National Security Council (NSC) that U.S. President Markham (POTUS), Secretary of State, Charlotte Bysmith and Chairman of the Joint Chief of Staff (CJCS), General Burt Razen were expecting him at an oval office meeting, pronto, everybody kicked into gear to make it happen.

The General was leaving his office when an aide approached, “Sir, I have a Mister Wade Ross who wishes to talk with you.”

Forest immediately stopped in his tracks and turned back; to the complete surprise of the six man security detail and the three aides who were accompanying him to the White House.

General Forest and his secret CIA team, who operated out of The Warehouse, an off the grid black site, in a derelict area of West Washington, had been entrusted, by the NSC, with the task of locating and destroying an offshoot division of the Grey Wolves, a radical extremist terrorist group. Initially cautious of the General’s intentions Wade had slowly come round.

“Wade … General Forest. Good to hear from you again.”

“Hello General,” said Wade dispensing with the formalities of greetings. “I need some help from you, and your resources, to track some would be assailants.”

“Okay. Where are you and how do I get some Intel on these assailants?”

Wade explained the details upon which the General responded, “I would assume both of these attacks are directed at you and Crystal. Therefore, I would strongly recommend you both make your way back here. I’ll send some people to the site in the desert and we’ll check the bodies for any identification.” Paused. “I also have some good news. The President wishes to thank you personally for your last mission, so when you arrive I’ll have it organised.”

Waiting for him to respond the General finally asked, “Wade did you hear what I said?”

“Yes General. I heard what you said. Let’s not rush to organise too much … okay?”

“Wade I understand but this is a great honour and you deserve it, so please consider carefully before rejecting it?”

“I will. Thanks General.” The line went dead.