Tom told himself he had to make sure everything else went smoothly. The primary detonation in the Silverman building went off successfully. It knocked out the video feed but within five minutes the internet news sites were full of breaking news about a ‘terrorist attack’ on Wall Street but the entertainment sites were sticking with the news about Anna Indiana’s performance in Times Square. One less thing to worry about.
He then checked the satellite feed to make sure that the team from West Point had arrived at Camp Alpha and watched them for a short time as they erected tents in a field some distance away from the still-burning wreckage. Something else I don’t need to worry about.
The Vice President called. The President had arrived at the TV studio and was hiding in the limo. Tom called one of his foot soldiers and told him to make sure his team got the President alive. The capture went off without a hitch and, any minute now, the crackpot would kill the clone on stage in front of hundreds of people. Maybe the boss will forgive me now.
What Tom didn’t expect was a call from one of his moles inside the Secret Service.
‘Chuck, what do you want?’ Tom asked.
‘I’m with the President’s children, backstage at the Anna Indiana concert,’ the voice on the other end said. ‘We’ve just apprehended a young woman who was shouting about biological weapons, Mark Duncan Properties and she even told the Silverman girl that her father is dead. She told her to tell the world about it when she goes on stage.’
‘Jesus Christ. When’s she due on stage?’
‘She’s just going on now, but I think we can stall her for at least an hour. She’s asked me to look into the story about her father. What should I tell her?’
‘I don’t care what you tell her. An hour is enough time to get the Needle lined up. Madison Square Garden, yeah?’
‘That’s correct.’
‘Good. Here’s what you do ...’
Tom repositioned the Needle 2 satellite over Madison Square Garden while he gave Chuck the instructions of how to fire the weapon remotely by SMS, and told him to get Rosie out of the building and into the truck.
There was a knock at the door. Tom knew who it was but he didn’t jump up to answer it as quickly as he had done so earlier in the day. His hand was shaking as he opened the door.
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