Sarah quickly took a seat at the front of the room, next to one of the high-ranking military officers. The room now had nine chairs rather than six and they all quickly became filled as Turner readied himself to speak. The group went silent and everybody turned their attention to the CIA’s top agent.
“I am going to make this meeting fairly brief,” Turner told them. “I’d like all of you to turn your attention to the screen for a minute,” Turner said, motioning the soldier by the lights to turn them down.
Sarah watched as Turner picked up the remote and activated the projector. It was loaded with what looked to be 6 different slides. The first one appeared on the screen and at first Sarah wasn’t sure what it was.
“You’re looking at a blue print of the Russian model 1.006, Inter-Continental–Ballistics-Missile. These kinds of missiles are not at all unfamiliar to us. However if you look here,” Turner said pointing a laser pointer at the part of the screen he wished them to look at.
What Sarah saw was a yellowish liquid that appeared to be housed in a glass casing, in the front of the bomb. Turner confirmed what she saw.
“You’ll notice that this missile has been customized for Chemical-Warfare. At the head of the missile you see a small glass canister. Inside that canister is the most deadly virus known to man, Black Tuesday,” Turner said, giving a minute for the information to sink in.
“Intelligence has been spotty on this project, it is difficult for us to place anybody from our organization close to Jack Anderson. He worked with the CIA for several years and because of his position he has a vast knowledge of how things work around here. This is where Sarah Banks, our newest agent will be helping us.”
“With all due respect, Agent Turner, she is just a girl,” said a deep and serious voice from a couple seats down from Sarah.
“General Shwarts, I understand your position, but I am going to have to ask you to keep your silence. I assure you the agency knows what we’re doing,” Turner spoke sternly. With a grumble the general did as instructed and Turner went on with the briefing.
“The original plan was to execute Operation: Black Tuesday over a Three-month period. This new information forces us to move up our timetable considerably. At best, we estimate we have 30 to 45 days,” Turner raised his voice for the last part, “HALF of what we originally had.”
Agent Turner clicked the button and brought up the next picture. It shows a massive multilevel complex, surrounded by water. He clicked again and it showed a bird's-eye view of the same place. “This is the headquarters of Anderson’s operation. We believe he is pushing ahead his research team, trying to create more of the deadly virus,” explained Turner.
He clicked the button again, this time he showed the group a picture of a large black male. He clicked again and another picture was displayed. This one was a middle-aged woman; to Sarah she didn’t look like the friendliest person in the world. “The man is Theo Brucks and the woman is Vicki Sterling, also know as Madam Sterling. They are the two in charge of hiring at Jack’s laboratory. We are currently in the process of setting up a meeting for Sarah with one of them. The objective right now is to have Sarah gain access to the lab through employment. From there we plan to re-unite her with Jack,” Turner said.
Sarah felt bitter about the word “re-unite” and felt the urge to tell Turner to go to hell. Then he spoke again, “right now the question is, which one of these two do you want to meet with, Sarah?”
She thought for a minute about the two people that Turner had just introduced. On one hand there was the big black man, on the other was the dominatrix-like Madam. Sarah found both to be very intimidating, yet at the same time she was drawn to them for the very same reason.
Who does Sarah want to meet with?
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