Heidi and Harry had been most of the way home when Clarissa had called them back to work. It was after ten at night. Last night they hadn’t made it home at all, catnapping in turns on the office floor as they’d fielded reports from various CIA agents and done as much investigation of their own as they could from their computers about who might have attacked both DC and the USS Theodore Roosevelt. Worse, they had depressingly little to show for it.
Theodore Roosevelt“We really need to get a life,” Heidi spoke up as they reentered their office in the basement of the CIA’s New Headquarters Building less than twenty minutes after they’d finally left it.
“Other than this one?” Harry dropped into his chair and began unlocking his computer systems. The screens lighting up one after another.
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