was seeking to indict him on conspiracy charges gave him a migraine. He felt the wave of pressure and pain building behind his left eye like a tsunami.
“Get the lifeboat ready, counselor. We’re going to have some explaining to do,” Waldon said with a smile.
Corgan didn’t return the smile. He was contemplating what would happen to his wife Lynne and their three kids if he went to federal prison.
Director Waldon read the worried look on his attorney’s face. “Charlie, please draft a memorandum that expressly advises the CIA against taking action in Berlin without the express written consent of the President. I will acknowledge receipt of that memorandum in writing.”
Corgan nodded appreciatively, but he knew that a memo wouldn’t save him if information concerning Operation Tristan went public. The resulting chaos could make the 2014 collapse of the Euro pale in comparison. If things got so bad that the United States government fell, Germany, Russia and the Czech Republic would soon follow. They had all been involved in the cover-up.
6
Berlin, Germany
Julia walked away from Humboldt University. She felt bad that Zig might lose his job, but she wasn’t going to jeopardize her security clearance over a trespassing charge. Besides, she wasn’t even in Berlin on business—she had a family reunion to be at in a few hours.
Her cellphone rang. Julia looked at the caller ID and sighed.
This should be interesting,
she mused.
“Hi Zig. I’m sorry I didn’t...”
Julia stopped talking the second she realized that Zig wasn’t on the line—it was a CIA communications officer. She knew the call wasn’t a prank when she was asked to recite classified passwords and personal information to confirm her identity.
Then she literally dropped her phone when Director Waldon got on the line. She had only seen Waldon once in person, at the Langley commencement—she had never actually spoken to him before.
Of all people, why would he want to talk to me?
she wondered as she picked her phone up.
I just spent the last six-months in a windowless library digitizing semi-confidential historical documents that are of no significance to anyone. I’m not even a field agent; I’m a glorified file clerk.
Waldon got right to the point when the phone was back to her ear. “Your friend Michael Zigmund asked you to keep tabs on Professor Richter.”
“Yes, sir,” she stammered. “Zig told me that he could lose his job if I didn’t find him.”
“He isn’t going to lose his job. Frankly, we’re lucky that he asked you to follow Richter. Are you still tracking him?”
“He just went into the school. That’s as far as I got.”
“Did his lecture start yet?”
“I’m not sure. I tried to get in, but—”
Waldon cut her off. “Julia, listen to me. The United States is facing a grave national security threat that is directly connected to Professor Richter. I’m about to give you an important mission that I need you to carry out without question or delay. Do you understand?”
What the hell is going on here?
Julia wondered as she struggled to get the words out. “Yes, sir ... I think so.”
“Are you armed?”
Julia gasped. “Sir, I haven’t touched a gun in a year. I’m not even authorized to pack heat in Germany. I could get arrested.”
“I assure you that neither the United States nor the German government will prosecute you for anything that I’m about to ask you to do. Now, we need you to get into that building and do whatever it takes to stop Professor Richter from giving his lecture, including but not limited to terminating him. Do you understand?”
Julia was stunned. What had started out as a casual favor for a college friend just turned into a once-a-career mission. She recalled Waldon’s commencement speech. He told the crowd that in the CIA, anything could happen on any given day.
Well, that theory is certainly true
.
“Do you understand the assignment, Julia?”
“Loud and clear,