Supreme Mission: The Truth Died Twice

© 2019 Steve Guilfoos

Supreme Missions: The Truth Died Twice

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Print ISBN: 978-1-54396-973-3

eBook: 978-1-54396-974-0

Contents

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

Chapter 41

Chapter 42

Chapter 43

Chapter 44

Chapter 45

Chapter 46

Chapter 47

Chapter 48

Chapter 49

Chapter 50

Chapter 51

Chapter 52

Chapter 53

Chapter 54

Chapter 55

Chapter 56

Chapter 57

Chapter 58

Chapter 59

Chapter 60

Chapter 61

Chapter 62

Chapter 63

Chapter 64

Chapter 65

Chapter 66

Chapter 67

Chapter 68

Chapter 69

Chapter 70

Chapter 71

Chapter 72

Chapter 72

Chapter 73

Chapter 74

Chapter 75

Chapter 76

Chapter 77

Chapter 78

Chapter 79

Chapter 80

Chapter 81

Chapter 82

Chapter 83

Chapter 84

Chapter 85

Chapter 86

Chapter 87

Chapter 88

Chapter 89

Chapter 90

Chapter 91

Chapter 92

Epilogue

Prologue

Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring

Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring

The special ring tone jarred both Kathleen and Tom from their drowsy afterglow of lovemaking. On this warm, late spring evening, they only had a single sheet covering them. As Tom sat up to answer the phone, Kathleen, a strong-willed Irish lass who had kissed the Blarney stone, pulled the sheet off from him. Looking back at Tom, she admired the well-sculpted naked torso of her lover, five years her junior.

Tom reached over and picked up his special encrypted satellite phone. Sitting on the side of the bed, he answered, General Hennessy here.

This is Major Morton. I’m sorry to disturb you, sir. But we’ve just received a coded message from our operative, Charlie Bravo Thirty-Two, embedded with LORA. Secretary Gilbert has called for an emergency meeting in his office. He needs you here in the office ASAP.

What can you tell me about the message?

Basically, sir, LORA is planning an assassination of a Turkish dignitary.

I’ll be there within the hour.

Sir, he replied hesitatingly, we’ve already dispatched a car to pick you up. It will be there in less than twenty minutes.

Shit! Okay. I’ll be ready. And with that Tom clicked the off button on the phone.

Kathleen, laying there covered in only the single satin sheet, asked, What’s going on?

We’ve got trouble brewing with the terrorist group LORA. We need to get word to the Boss through George, our point of contact, so he can let the Boss know what’s happening.

Tom quickly punched George’s number into his phone. George, you need to let the Boss know that LORA is planning to assassinate a Turkish official. Secretary Gilbert has called for a special meeting. I’m headed over to the Pentagon.

I’ll let the Boss know. Keep me informed. I’ll contact you if the Boss needs anything.

They both clicked off simultaneously.

Tom, a well-tanned, muscled Ohioan, quickly got dressed in his uniform. As chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, he needed to always look sharp. Luckily, he kept three sets of each of his uniform combinations ready at all times.

Kathleen, you’d better catch a quick shower. My driver will be here shortly. Since no one knows about our affair, I need you ready to go right after I leave.

Affair! Thomas Alvin Hennessey, we are lovers in a committed relationship! This is not an affair! she jokingly accused him.

Sweetie, you’re right. But we’ve got to keep it our little secret until I retire in another year. My divorce was final three years ago and you’ve never been married. We will make this work.

Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring

Oops, that’s my satellite phone. Kathleen picked up her phone and punched the green answer button. Kathleen here.

Kathleen, its George. The Boss just got some disturbing news about a potential assassination of a foreign dignitary. The Boss wants us to send an AG-Tronics operative over to Turkey. By morning we should know more. I’ll contact you then. Goodbye.

Well, at least George doesn’t know about us, muttered Tom with a sheepish grin. He gazed hungrily as Kathleen slipped out from underneath the sheet. Seeing her lithe figure, his manly body began to respond naturally. As she disappeared into the bathroom, he knew he needed to get dressed. There would be another time for their lovemaking.

Within minutes, both were downstairs in Tom’s townhouse condo. As General Hennessey’s car pulled up, Tom turned out the lights and gave Kathleen the obligatory peck on the cheek, saying, See you later, sweetie. Be sure to stay out of sight and wait ten minutes before you leave and lock up the place.

Her demure smile let Tom know their secret was safe. She waited the requested ten minutes sitting in the dark. She then left by the back door, pocketing her key. She had about a five-minute walk to her car, which was parked a couple of condo parking lots away.

Chapter 1

Secretary of Defense, GK Gilbert, called the emergency meeting to order. Luckily, the Pentagon was a 24/7 operation. There was a fresh pot of coffee sitting on the conference room table. His dark-paneled conference room was one of the largest in the Pentagon. Tonight, all of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, the deputy secretary of defense, each of the services’ secretaries, the CIA director Marvin Kershaw, and a handful of his deputies and aides were present. Last to arrive was Assistant Secretary of State Steve Broadnax. Secretary of State Dave Nordmeyer was out of country on a diplomatic mission to Israel.

As the assistants poured cups of coffee for everyone at the table, General Hennessy asked for his usual Mountain Dew. Everyone in the Department of Defense was well aware of General Hennessy’s addiction to his Dew, his drink of choice for caffeine. Hence they always had their fridges stocked with ample bottles of Mountain Dew.

Secretary Gilbert spoke first, "Thank you all for coming at this late hour. About an hour ago, we received a coded message from our operative Delta Bravo Thirty-Two. It states that LORA is planning to assassinate a Turkish official in Ankara sometime in the next few weeks.

As you are all aware, LORA is the Legion of Religious Atheists, a Middle-Eastern terrorist group that came into power as ISIS and the Taliban faded into the history books.

CIA Director Marvin Kershaw added, For background, typically we try to embed our operatives for only one year, and very rarely, two years. Since Delta Bravo Thirty-Two was able to infiltrate into the LORA headquarters, we have left him there for three years. We typically receive Intel only once or twice a year from him. It is extremely dangerous for him to get messages out to us, even more so for us to try to contact him. So mostly it’s a one-way street of information.

General Hennessy asked, Do we have any contingency plans of action?

We don’t, at least not for this scenario, Secretary Gilbert responded. That’s why we’re here tonight. We need to figure out what, if anything, we need to do. If we try to thwart their plans, we may very well expose our Intel, thus endangering the CIA asset as well as future efforts at gaining Intel from LORA. Let’s start our brainstorming by going around the room. We’ll list the alternatives before discussing them. Tom, you go first.

Well, the obvious is we share our Intel with the Turkish authorities.

Or maybe just share it with their military or security services.

Let’s bomb LORA’s headquarters.

Can we find out who the assassin is and just take him out?

Could we have the top Turkish dignitaries simply stay out of the public eye?

Any chance a large military show of force will inhibit the assassin?

This elite team of federal experts spent the next hour going over alternatives, weighing each option with its pros and cons.

Kershaw finally offered, I think we should let this play out without interfering. If we interfere in any way, then it could tip our hand about our intelligence-gathering. This would be a huge disruption as we go forward.

Hennessy offered, To be on the safe side, why not secretly have a Seal team in place as a possibility should things go too far in Turkey. It would be an ‘observe and be ready’ mission. Our Seal team on location would have body cameras. Plus, our Seal team leader would be in direct contact with our Middle East commander.

Everyone considered the plan, and all agreed.

Gilbert added, I will inform President Sanderson at our morning briefing. I encourage all of you to get busy and finalize your individual efforts. I want everything in place in three days. And I need it coordinated between all of your agencies and outfits. Understood?

They all verbally agreed.

At the end of the meeting, after everyone had departed to do their part in the upcoming task, Kershaw pulled Gilbert aside.

GK, you know your son GK Junior has been one of our CIA operatives for many years. He’s one of our best. But what you don’t know is that GK Junior is our CIA operative, call sign Delta Bravo Thirty-Two. He has been secretly embedded with the LORA headquarters team for almost three years. He is known to them as Abdullah Hassan and works as their chief communications officer. This is the longest any of our CIA operatives has been embedded. He has already earned many medals the general public will never hear about. I promise you we will do everything in our power to keep him safe.

I appreciate your sharing that sensitive info with me, Marvin. If the CIA needs any of our firepower, just say the word. My wife and I are truly grateful for everything you can do to protect our son.

They shook hands, but as their eyes met, it was obvious they shared a genuine respect for each other and their missions . . . and the secretary of defense’s son.

Chapter 2

Good morning everyone, President Joyce Sanderson welcomed her guests to the daily White House intelligence briefing. Joyce, a strong-willed former governor from Rhode Island, was near the end of her second presidential term. Her no-nonsense approach to governing had served her well.

As usual, all of the briefers had brought their briefing books along with their briefing slides. Unlike some of her predecessors, this president wanted to see and hear everything. Nothing was glossed over or avoided.

Marvin Kershaw, as always you are up first. Let’s start with the hard stuff first.

Yes, ma’am. Late last evening, we received a coded message from our operative embedded with the terrorist LORA headquarters. They are presently located in a secluded valley in Afghanistan. As you remember from our previous briefings, they tend to move every six months to a new location. The content of the message stated that LORA was planning an assassination of a Turkish political dignitary sometime in the next two weeks.

Do we know who the target is?

No ma’am, not at this time. The terseness of the coded message was such that we suspect our operative had very little time to get his message out. As it is, we cannot get a message back directly to our operative, so we must wait for him to contact us again.

Do we know where the attack will occur?

From what we were able to discern from the message, we anticipate Ankara as the location.

Vice President Levi Madison chimed in, Seems like you are a bunch of bozos who don’t know your own job! Don’t know who. Don’t know when. And really don’t know where! Madison has been Joyce’s vice president for both terms. As a senator from Florida, he had run against her seven years ago for the Democratic nomination of president; as a peace offering, she had chosen Levi to be her vice president.

Joyce responded directly to Levi, Levi, don’t be so quick to condemn. I’ve invited you into these Intel briefings for the last three months to help prepare you for replacing me as president. We all know my two terms in office are up at the end of the year. As a Democrat, you have two very worthy opponents in the primaries. We are trying everything possible to give you a leg up on them. Furthermore, the bozos in this room, as you call them, will be serving you in the future. It would be wise to treat them with respect.

Yes, ma’am, but there seem to be quite a few information holes we need to fill in order to be ready once the assassination occurs.

Sanderson’s chief of staff, Joe Komerofsky, a retired four-star army general from Cleveland, added, Levi, if I may be blunt and to the point, all of us on Joyce’s team have worked hard at creating and protecting her reputation from the tarnish of scandal and in-fighting. Lately your actions, besides making you look bad, also are taking a hit on Joyce’s legacy of her time in office. Politically, I think it best you become more of a team player as the nomination process goes forward. By coming across as a grumpy old man, you would not be winning many votes or even a popularity contest.

In an attempt to redirect the discussion, GK Gilbert jumped into the conversation, Madam President and Levi, with your permission, last night my staff and the CIA staff put together an outline of a plan we intend to carry out. As we speak, the mission is being fleshed out by our guys and we should be able to get back to you later today with the details.

Madam President, CIA Director Kershaw added, the basic plan is having a Seal team in place in Ankara to observe and stand ready. But we would not interfere—

Not interfere! How can the United States stand by and knowingly let a dignitary of an ally be assassinated? It is simply un-American!

Levi! Joyce shouted. Sit down and listen. Go on, Marvin.

Thank you, ma’am. We choose the stand-by-and-observe approach because disclosing this knowledge would jeopardize our Intel situation with LORA. With our operative embedded, we get to know exactly where LORA headquarters is located, plus we have access to outstanding information of their plans.

Even if it is very sporadic? challenged Levi.

Yes, Mr. Vice President, even if it is sporadic, Marvin Kershaw replied.

Joyce continued, Steve Broadnax, when do we expect your boss the secretary of state, Nordmeyer, to return from his trip to Israel?

Ma’am, we expect him to return in two days. He has been meeting with Prime Minister Baruch Ben-Arhon about the two-state solution.

Levi interjected, Baruch and my friendship goes way back. Hell, even our families have vacationed together when we both were up and coming young politicians. I can talk with Baruch any time you need to persuade him, Madam President.

Thank you, Levi. I’ll make note of your relationship. It would come in very handy once you are elected president. As an aside, Levi, I see your latest poll numbers are sliding relative to you opponents. Best you get out on the stump and improve those numbers. Otherwise, you would be out of a job when the new administration takes over in January. Joyce knew not putting too much political information in a policy discussion, especially about possible candidacies, meant keeping the story tight.

Broadnax jumped back into the conversation, Ma’am, if I could please finish. We can use our diplomatic channels and secretly let the Turkish prime minister know of a potential assassination plot.

Excellent idea. Turning to the CIA director, Joyce asked, Marvin, that won’t necessarily give away our Intel source, would it?

No ma’am, not necessarily. I would recommend we wait as long as possible before anonymously leaking the plot to a trusted source on the prime minister’s staff.

Okay then. Steve’s approach is the one we will follow. Marvin and GK, please coordinate with the State Department. Let’s finish our daily briefing. Then Levi, get out there and campaign a wee bit harder. We can’t let the Republicans steal this presidential election from us.

As soon as General Hennessy was off the White House grounds, he telephoned George.

Chapter 3

Early morning at AG-Tronics, Kathleen, a senior manager, met with Sam Johnson, one of her program managers, in the AG-Tronics secret basement briefing room. Sam, something has come up and we need you in Turkey by tomorrow morning. We’ve become aware of a plot to assassinate a Turkish dignitary. We don’t have much information yet, but I expect George will contact us with directions from the Boss. Our in-house travel office will make all the travel arrangements. I’ve already set up a meeting with the Turkish agriculture ministry for tomorrow afternoon. That will provide you with enough cover and an excuse to be in Turkey.

Thanks, Kathleen. It’s been too long since I’ve gone undercover for the Boss. I’ll get busy working my cover story. Perhaps, as part of my concealment, I can demonstrate our new agricultural drone.

Great approach. I’ll get back with you as soon as I learn more about our mission.

About two hours later . . . Ring . . . Ring . . . Ring . . . Kathleen here, she said picking up her satellite phone.

Kathleen, its George. The Boss wants us to set up an observer in Ankara complete with video and audio feedback to your folks. Tom and his folks are working with the CIA to try and get better Intel on the who, where, when, and how the assassination would take place.

We’re sending Sam Johnson to be our point man on this mission. His cover story will be to demonstrate our newest agricultural drone with the agriculture ministry.

Good . . . good. Keep me informed. Then George abruptly hung up. He had to be careful as he played his behind-the-scenes role while working his day job as the administrative assistant to Supreme Court Chief Justice Hillary Clayton.

Meanwhile, their travel agent, better known at AG-Tronics as Susie’s Pizza Emporium, was the provider of all things logistics to the AG-Tronics secret missions on behalf of the faceless person they called Boss. They called the lady who ran the emporium as Susie. She made all the necessary arrangements to get Sam Johnson to Ankara, Turkey, the next day. Sam Johnson, a native-American eagle scout from the Ute tribe in Utah, had retired as a Navy Seal. While in the navy, he had earned stellar marks for his loyalty, bravery, and reverence.

Sam called Susie in the middle of the afternoon to find out his travel arrangements. Susie, what’s happening with my trip to Turkey?

Hey Sam, how’s it going? For me, just the usual. Your buddy, Jeff Jefferson, is just now returning from his trip to Canada. Jeff Jefferson, a farm boy eagle scout from rural Kansas, had retired from the United States Air Force a few years ago. He was distinguished for being trustworthy, honest, and extremely hardworking as a command pilot. His call sign was Jayhawk.

Susie added, He would need to go back in a few weeks to demonstrate the new drone, which is in the final redesign stages. It is still in its beta design version. We’ve designated it ‘3DBS.’ The ‘BS’’ stands for ‘Before Sale.’ Once it is in its final technical configuration and ready for sale to the public, we plan on naming it ‘Eagle Eyes.’

Hey Susie, you are getting to be quite proficient at giving our products names.

Well, it has ability to scan the earth’s surface as well as 50 to 100 feet underneath the ground surface. It pretty much resembles a flying eagle. The one difference is it collapses into a carry-on briefcase-sized pouch.

I need to get to Turkey by morning. Have you finalized my travel arrangements yet? Sam asked veering their conversation back to the topic at hand.

Finished up an hour ago. Turned out all the good flights were fully booked. So I worked my digital magic, and created a cancellation in business class. Some poor businessman named Brode will find a cancellation notice in his e-mail this afternoon.

Thanks. Good thing the airlines aren’t aware of our ability to hack into their systems and arrange for our folks to get seats whenever we need them!

Better get hustling. Your flight leaves in three hours. You can pick up our usual travel bundle and the drone package on your way out of the building. Have fun.

It was a short drive from the AG-Tronics campus to Dulles International Airport. Parking was always a problem at this busy airport. Sam found a spot in the credit-card lot. Since AG-Tronics always kept a go-to bag ready for each of her operatives, Sam’s bag had already been delivered to the airport for shipping to his final destination: Ankara, Turkey. The bag would have sufficient changes of clothes along with various tools and gadgets an undercover operative would need.

Susie had already checked Sam in digitally when she booked the flight. All he needed to do was to go through security and walk to the gate. Sam wended his way through the TSA pre-check line, which was another little benefit brought about by Susie’s digital abilities to make flight reservations.

As Sam walked through the metal detecting machine, the TSA agent politely requested, Sir, please step over here. There appears to be a problem with the contents of your duffle bag.

Sam realized that he had packed his pistol in the same carry-on duffle as the special agricultural drone.

Chapter 4

Karl, what’s with my poll numbers? They seem to slip downward every week! Vice President Madison asked Karl Stevens, his campaign manager. Karl was your typical tall, thin Texan kingmaker who loved working politics. Never wanting to be the king himself, he loved the strategy and tactics of making people more than what they really were.

Well, Levi, you haven’t got out there on the stump enough. The news media portrays you as a grumpy old man who says nasty things about people you don’t like.

"Old man? Hell, I’m only sixty-five. And people know I’m telling the truth about those assholes."

Trouble is the rank and file voter sees only that side of you. They read your tweets. You need to show you kinder and gentler side more often. You know . . . kiss the babies, hand out awards, crown the state fair queens, and stuff like that. That gets the people to see you in a different light. Too bad you aren’t a veteran with a record of heroism. Heroism always plays well with voters. Yeah, you are a military veteran. But your assignments were all stateside, never in the line of fire.

Ever since I played ball at the University of Florida, I’ve been a people person. They loved me in Gainesville when we won the NCAA national championship. I was the best second baseman they ever had!

Levi, you’re missing the point. It’s not about how you see yourself; it’s about how other people see you. Let me line up some gigs in the heartland. Your opponents Lida Quakenbush and General Berridge are polling much better than you. Quakenbush’s years as an actress and talk show host have made her the voters’ darling. She knows how to act in public and say things that warm the cockles of the voters’ hearts. Berridge was a prisoner of war. Talk about getting the sympathy vote. Voters see him as a brave hero who stood in the face of danger and rose above it. Unfortunately, the voters see you as the person who ran against President Sanderson eight years ago and lost.

Well, Karl, you really know how to hurt a guy by hitting him across the head with a two-by-four. Don’t you think you could have been a wee bit gentler to me?

Levi, it’s not about me being easier on you. It’s about getting the truth on the table of how great a man you are and getting serious about this upcoming presidential nomination. I have some ideas. Let me flesh them out. In the meantime, get Sanderson to publicly give you a humanitarian job to do, something to put you in the public eye favorably.

Chapter 5

Sitting at the gate at the airport, Sam called Susie. I thought I had been exposed when the TSA agent at the security checkpoint pulled me aside. Without thinking, I had put my gun in the duffle bag as I was leaving AG-Tronics.

Well, Sam, our engineers have thought of most everything. They have created an X-ray signature for all of our packages and bags which shows a normal duffle with typical things a traveler would carry on-board an airplane. It masks what is really inside the bag.

That certainly makes sense, because the only thing the TSA agent told me was I should have a lock on the duffle bag. She suggested that I wouldn’t want the dildo to fall out of the bag during the flight! Then she winked at me with a shit-eating grin.

Ah, the old dildo-in-the-bag trick. Let’s just say some of our design engineers have a sick sense of humor. I can just hear them laughing their heads off when they hear your story. At least there really isn’t a dildo in the bag. Or at least I don’t think so, laughed Susie.

Tell them thanks from me. I will get back at them later. You know, revenge is a dish best served cold. They’re calling my flight now. I’ll be in touch.

Sam took his seat in the last row of business class. It would be a long flight with a change of planes at Istanbul’s Ataturk International Airport. Sam would arrive early evening in Ankara.

Please take me to the Wyndam Ankara Hotel, Sam politely requested of the taxi driver. The ride was uneventful. When they arrived, the bellman helped Sam with his bags, but Sam insisted on carrying the duffle bag himself.

Good evening, sir, the hotel agent at the check-in desk welcomed Sam.

My name is Johnson, Sam Johnson. I should have an open-ended reservation for one person.

Clicking away at the hotel’s computer keyboard the agent said, Yes, sir, there you are. We have you in a top floor Executive French room with Jacuzzi. You will have access to our concierge and our specialty executive lounge located on the same floor. How many keys do you need?

Only one, thanks.

Great. I’ll get the bellman to help with your bags. Have a great stay in Ankara and if you need anything, please contact me; my name is Josef.

Thank you, Josef. Have a good evening yourself.

Sam tipped the bellman for helping with his bags. He then ordered room service for a quick meal before taking an orientation walk around the local streets. He noticed his spacious room faced south, and he had an expansive view of the heart of the city. The only really tall building he could see was the JW Marriott a few blocks to the south. After his dinner, he left to take a walk to reconnoiter the area.

After returning to his room about two hours later, he unlocked and opened his duffle bag. Beside the drone, he also found about fifty small micro video cameras . . . and that dildo.

Chapter 6

Later that evening in Ankara, a six-member Seal team arrived at the airport. They broke up into three teams of two men each, picked up their luggage, and went to different car rental counters to rent their vehicles. Shortly thereafter, they departed for three different hotels near downtown Ankara.

Even though they were traveling incognito, they were still on government per diem. So it was budget hotels for each team. Red Team went to the Ankara Hotel, Blue Team went to Hotel Ickale, and the Green Team went to the Grand Sera Hotel.

They planned to get a good night’s sleep before heading out in the morning to reconnoiter the various possible target areas for the assassination attempt. Their plan was simple: find the busiest traffic locations, and figure out the various routes dignitaries took as they went to and from work. Whenever those two sets of data intersected, that’s where they would station themselves for observation. With three teams, they could cover the top three spots. They would also discreetly double-check their communication systems given the density of buildings, traffic, and people throughout the city.

In the morning, after each team gobbled down their bacon, eggs, and hash browns, they set out independently of each other. In what appeared to be random paths, each team used a scientific approach in exploring the city’s roads and thoroughfares. This method permitted them to cover more ground in less time. By lunch time, they had completed their assigned grids. Each team went back to their rooms and plotted their data on special digital maps stored on their specially encrypted laptops. The data from their laptops was uploaded via special satellite hook-ups back to United States Central Command (CENTCOM), presently headquartered at MacDill AFB in Tampa, Florida. They would also work with the forward headquarters at Al Udeid Air Base in Qatar.

At the headquarters, the CENTCOM Intel computer geeks were busy running the massive map data through their high-speed super computer when their division chief asked, How long will we have to wait for an answer?

A long-haired, unshaven technician muttered, With our gigaflops and complex algorithms, we should be done in a handful of microseconds.

No sooner did he utter his response than his tablemate chimed in, Sir, here’s your answer now. The updated map with the target areas is on the big screen now.

As the division chief surveyed the map, he gave a low whistle, which didn’t register with the geeky technicians; the division chief knew the Seal team had a huge challenge. He said in a commanding tone, Send the updated maps to the teams.

Each team had gone out for a quick lunch. By the time they returned an hour later, CENTCOM had sent each team the same data file with a new map. On the map were charted the results of that special algorithm that showed the mostly likely locations for the anticipated attack.

Each team responded with the same epitaph, Holy shit!

The teams saw what the division chief had witnessed. The results