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Mary Totten stood looking at a TV screen in the CIA’s Center for Weapons of Mass Destruction and felt an adrenaline rush—the first good feeling since she’d been transferred out of Operations. A map of India was on the screen, and a talking head was telling them about the destruction of a power station at a place called Ambur. That was what had triggered the adrenaline—Ambur! She knew a lot about Ambur. Ambur is more than an electrical power station, sweetie. Ambur is a secret nuclear-storage site.

She ran for her desk, hungry to be the first. She grabbed her phone, checked on the fly that it was secure, and whammed the top button.

“This is Mary Totten at WMD,” she said to the Deputy Director for Intelligence. “We have a situation.”