"Well, there are only eight or nine people in this office," Lynn said,
trying to sound optimistic.
"Assuming that the same eight or nine are here every day," Mac said, but then her eyes widened, "And assuming that the code doesn't change."
When the Petty Officer returned, Harm asked. "Does the code to the secure file room stay the same?"
The Petty Officer still looked confused, but more skeptical. He finally said, "It's changed on the first of every month, sir."
"Thank you, Petty Officer, carry on." Harm walked back over to Mac and Lynn, who were waiting where he had left them. "It changes monthly."
"Then we need a duty roster for everyone who has worked in this office since the first," Mac said with sigh and Harm nodded in agreement.
"I'll go get a duty roster from Corporal Carlson and meet you back in the conference room," Lynn offered.
"I'll grab you a cup of coffee," Mac said as they all walked down the steps together.
After they had separated, and the two officers were alone in the conference room, Harm turned to Mac. "I still get a creepy feeling about Miss O'Connor, Mac."
"Why?" Mac asked, "I'm usually the one with 'creepy feelings', and I think she's fine."
"It's more than that. She seemed to know exactly what we were thinking this morning, and how did could she know all that she does?"
Mac shook her head, "I though she explained herself very well."
"And how do you explain that she was in the hallway at just the right time to 'bump' into whoever it was last night?"
"Are you suggesting that she's the leak?"
Harm made a face that said, 'well, yeah'.
"Harm, I trust her," Mac waved him off, "I think you're trying to make something out of nothing."
"It's a woman thing isn't it?" Harm asked a little hurt that Mac wouldn't even consider his theory.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Mac replied.
"Come on, Mac. There's a weird set of circumstances around her," Harm explained, "She was going to the head alone."
"Like many other women," Mac interjected.
"She didn't come back with you."
"She had to fix her hair," Mac explained.
Harm shook his head and went on, "She and the leak were the only two people in the hall and she claims to have bumped into him, but not seen his face."
"You were wrestling with him and you didn't see his face," Mac defended.
"She said she reviewed the procedures for handling classified materials, but where did she get that information? How was she able to identify the same five people that we did?"
"She probably read it at the Embassy, where her office is. And she's been working here for a long time; it's understandable that she'd know some of the people and procedures. Furthermore, our theory wasn't too developed, and it is plausible that she could have had the same one."
Harm understood that even though he knew Mac's explanations weren't entirely convincing, he also knew that she wasn't going to budge. "I'm just saying that she doesn't feel right," he said.
Just then Lynn returned carrying a sheet of paper. She was immediately aware of the tension in the room. Mac and Harm stood at opposite ends of the table, Mac looking agitated and Harm looking cross and pained.
"Here's the duty roster."
"Thank you, Lynn," Mac said, throwing an icy glance at Harm, "Let's get to it, shall we?"
"Well, the Corporal said that everyone on that list was also working yesterday," Lynn said trying to sound upbeat, but she looked questioningly from Mac to Harm, "Which means, we only have those eight people who work up there to go through."
"Well, let's start going over them," Mac said, "Harm, you and I can start interviewing them this afternoon, and we'll see if we can't nail it down."
Harm nodded coldly.
"We have to be finished by 1700 so we can all get ready for the ball tonight," Lynn reminded them.
Harm's head snapped up and Mac looked at her in disbelief. "I think national security takes precedence over a ball," Harm said, the chill still in his voice.
"I would agree, sir," Lynn said a little taken aback, "Except if you don't go to the ball tonight the press will notice and then you're original mission will be a failure."
Mac had to agree with Lynn, even if she really didn't like the idea. "She's right, Harm. We can't forget our original objective."
Harm finally nodded sourly in submission. "Well, we can at least try to get through as many of these as we can."
"Assuming that the same eight or nine are here every day," Mac said, but then her eyes widened, "And assuming that the code doesn't change."
When the Petty Officer returned, Harm asked. "Does the code to the secure file room stay the same?"
The Petty Officer still looked confused, but more skeptical. He finally said, "It's changed on the first of every month, sir."
"Thank you, Petty Officer, carry on." Harm walked back over to Mac and Lynn, who were waiting where he had left them. "It changes monthly."
"Then we need a duty roster for everyone who has worked in this office since the first," Mac said with sigh and Harm nodded in agreement.
"I'll go get a duty roster from Corporal Carlson and meet you back in the conference room," Lynn offered.
"I'll grab you a cup of coffee," Mac said as they all walked down the steps together.
After they had separated, and the two officers were alone in the conference room, Harm turned to Mac. "I still get a creepy feeling about Miss O'Connor, Mac."
"Why?" Mac asked, "I'm usually the one with 'creepy feelings', and I think she's fine."
"It's more than that. She seemed to know exactly what we were thinking this morning, and how did could she know all that she does?"
Mac shook her head, "I though she explained herself very well."
"And how do you explain that she was in the hallway at just the right time to 'bump' into whoever it was last night?"
"Are you suggesting that she's the leak?"
Harm made a face that said, 'well, yeah'.
"Harm, I trust her," Mac waved him off, "I think you're trying to make something out of nothing."
"It's a woman thing isn't it?" Harm asked a little hurt that Mac wouldn't even consider his theory.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that," Mac replied.
"Come on, Mac. There's a weird set of circumstances around her," Harm explained, "She was going to the head alone."
"Like many other women," Mac interjected.
"She didn't come back with you."
"She had to fix her hair," Mac explained.
Harm shook his head and went on, "She and the leak were the only two people in the hall and she claims to have bumped into him, but not seen his face."
"You were wrestling with him and you didn't see his face," Mac defended.
"She said she reviewed the procedures for handling classified materials, but where did she get that information? How was she able to identify the same five people that we did?"
"She probably read it at the Embassy, where her office is. And she's been working here for a long time; it's understandable that she'd know some of the people and procedures. Furthermore, our theory wasn't too developed, and it is plausible that she could have had the same one."
Harm understood that even though he knew Mac's explanations weren't entirely convincing, he also knew that she wasn't going to budge. "I'm just saying that she doesn't feel right," he said.
Just then Lynn returned carrying a sheet of paper. She was immediately aware of the tension in the room. Mac and Harm stood at opposite ends of the table, Mac looking agitated and Harm looking cross and pained.
"Here's the duty roster."
"Thank you, Lynn," Mac said, throwing an icy glance at Harm, "Let's get to it, shall we?"
"Well, the Corporal said that everyone on that list was also working yesterday," Lynn said trying to sound upbeat, but she looked questioningly from Mac to Harm, "Which means, we only have those eight people who work up there to go through."
"Well, let's start going over them," Mac said, "Harm, you and I can start interviewing them this afternoon, and we'll see if we can't nail it down."
Harm nodded coldly.
"We have to be finished by 1700 so we can all get ready for the ball tonight," Lynn reminded them.
Harm's head snapped up and Mac looked at her in disbelief. "I think national security takes precedence over a ball," Harm said, the chill still in his voice.
"I would agree, sir," Lynn said a little taken aback, "Except if you don't go to the ball tonight the press will notice and then you're original mission will be a failure."
Mac had to agree with Lynn, even if she really didn't like the idea. "She's right, Harm. We can't forget our original objective."
Harm finally nodded sourly in submission. "Well, we can at least try to get through as many of these as we can."