Jack Ryan had to stay late tonight in his office in Langley. The Deputy Director (Intelligence) of the Central Intelligence Agency sighed as he glanced at his wristwatch. He was currently reading the summary about the latest CAPER transmission of the Agency in their surveillance inside the Medellin Cartel in Colombia. It was the last document before he could finally go home tonight. Satisfied with what he had read, he deposited the file in his drawer and locked it. He went for his gray jacket and retrieved his briefcase. Jack then left his office and on his way to the parking lot. He met an odd couple, male and female, possibly in their thirties and both wore green jackets and neckties. The woman wore a long brown skirt and the man wore trousers of the same color. When he is about to pass them by the woman approached Jack and said,

"Good evening Mr. Ryan, I'm sorry for troubling you this late hour but we have to give you this file. It's very important sir..."

Jack then curtly received a folder then reminded them,

"Okay, next time submit your reports earlier got it? You two are lucky to catch me. Good night."

The Luteces watched Jack Ryan leave before proceeding to where their car was parked. Robert then asked,

"It's remarkable how he immediately accepted it. Would he believe it however?"

"He would, the document was excellently made."

"Comstock would not expect this. I wonder how would things go?"

"No, the delicious question would be when?"

"It is amazing that we could do a lot of things when working in the CIA..."

"I'm afraid much of it does not apply to the rest of its employees."

"I think it is time for us to leave..."

"I agree, it is getting late."

"I will be driving our car tonight."

"Is driving better than rowing?"

"It's a wonderful activity..."

"Driving?"

"Yes it is a wonderful activity."

Robert concluded as he opened the doors of his sedan, first for his twin and then for himself before driving their way home.

On another car, Ryan started to browse the contents of the folder and muttered,

"So this is the Flying City that attacked New York in '84... Columbia... I need to see the Director tommorrow..."