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risqué photos. The document that Zig lifted from his laptop is
not
a collection of half-assed UFO theories. We don’t know how he got it yet, but it’s Dossier #6561—the same top-secret dossier that was prepared for President Truman after the war; the same dossier that no member of Congress has ever seen. Get the picture?”
    Corgan put his legal pad down and closed his eyes. The atmosphere in the office went ice cold.
    It finally happened.
Goddamn it
, Waldon thought. His heart and his mind raced. The United States government suddenly faced its most serious crisis since the Second Korean War. “Did you notify the Chancellor?”
    “She was in a closed-door session mediating the latest skirmish between Greece and Turkey. She didn’t get the message fast enough or didn’t appreciate its significance. Either way, there was a catastrophic failure in communication and we didn’t reach her until a few minutes ago. The German feds and FBI are on the way to Humboldt University, but they won’t get there in time. We can worry about who screwed up later, but we need to fix this. We have seven minutes. Ready, go.”
    Waldon threw his breakfast against the wall and screamed. “Fuck!” It had been three years since he had thrown food, but a little food throwing during a national crisis was good for the soul.
That danish was stale anyway
, he thought.
I hate lemon danish. Fuck lemon danish
.
    The lawyer got him to snap out of it. “Are there any other food groups that you want to attack before we decide on a course of action?” Corgan asked.
    Waldon didn’t answer—he was already running solutions to the crisis through his mind. “We’ve gotta take him out,” he muttered. Then he punched a button on the speakerphone. “Gilman!”
    “Sir?” came the voice on the other end.
    “Get the German Chancellor on the line.”
    “Yes, sir!” came the reply.
    “Not so fast,” Corgan interrupted. We have to contact the President for approval first.”
    “No time.”
    “But under the law...”
    “Under the law, I have the emergency power to take these actions without Presidential approval. I don’t care if we have to launch a fucking tomahawk cruise missile into that building. We will
not
allow that lecture to proceed.”
    Corgan remained unmoved. “Sir, you are obligated under federal law to get the President’s approval prior to conducting targeted assassinations in NATO countries. There is a procedure. A protocol.”
    “Screw protocol and screw the three years that you spent in law school. We’re in deep shit right now. Duarte has been the leader of the free world for less than a week—we don’t have time for him to get over the sticker shock.”
    Waldon turned back towards the hologram. “General, who do we have on the ground?”
    “Only one agent is close enough,” Hastings replied. “Julia Heckmann. Fortunately, she’s been following Richter.”
    Waldon breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank God. Give her the green light. Terminate him.”
    “She’s a librarian.”
    Waldon was stupefied. “A librarian? You sent a goddamn
librarian
on a covert mission?”
    “We didn’t send anybody.
Your
CIA librarian just happens to be in Berlin on vacation—I trust that she has had the standard weapons training. In any case, we are lucky that
our
NSA analyst was smart enough to ask
your
CIA librarian to follow Richter around, just in case
your
CIA agents need to move fast. Which they do.”
    Waldon punched a button on the phone. “Gilman—get Julia Heckmann on a secure line. I want the Delta Team mobilized and agents sent to Gerhard L. Richter’s home in Vienna. Get everything that goofball owns that could contain data—every DVD, CD, iPod, iPad, notepad, computer and cellphone—on a plane headed back here before lunch.”
    “Yes, sir!” came the reply.
    Corgan put his hand to his head as the hologram of General Hastings disappeared. It was all too much. The thought of testifying in front of a grand jury that