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Chapter 11
Gibbs rushed down the stairs and asked the Major he was watching earlier where he got his uniform dry-cleaned. "Base cleaner at Quantico sir." He backed away and headed back to where he and Kate were sitting. She walked in carrying a laptop.
"I've, uh, accessed everything I could on the differences."
"We need to talk." He reached for the nearest conference room door, before she informed him that a campaign conference was already taking place. "I need to talk to you in private."
"Well there's no other private meeting room. You could ask the President to give up his office but that might be a little weird." He grabbed the laptop out of her hand and threw it onto a nearby chair. "Hey! What are you doing?" He opened the door to a lavatory and shoved her inside. The Major watched from down the hall. "Hey! Ow!"
Inside the lavatory, he pushed her down onto the seat and removed her gun in one smooth motion. He held it loosely in his hand. "What are you doing?" She demanded to know.
"Commander Trapp was poisoned. Australian snake venom. Hard to detect. Mimics a natural death."
"What? You think I did it?"
"Well, sweet pea, you were with him when he was poisoned."
"Yes, so was the President. You gonna accuse him?" She was getting angry now. 'How dare he?'
"No." He paused, before carefully continuing, "He wasn't with Major Kerry yesterday."
"Tim?" She asked confused.
"Yeah. Stroked on a Georgetown Street. You know what? I'll bet it wasn't far from where you two kissed and said bye-bye."
She stood stunned before hitting him. "You asshole!" He held her as she cried and sat her back down.
"Okay, okay. Gave it to you cold. Wanted to see your reaction." He handed her gun back, "Liars can't pale on cue." He nudged the gun at her before she finally took it.
"You're still a bastard." He nodded. "How were they poisoned?"
"Dry-cleaner laced their uniforms with poison. Must be an Al-Qaeda sleeper agent."
"T-Tim must have recommended his dry-cleaner. He…" She stopped so Gibbs encouraged her to continue. "Yesterday…" She started crying again, "Yesterday he had…Tim told me that they had a drink and that he gave…he gave Commander Trapp tips like that."
"Well they gotta be after the President. What would killing the ball carrier give 'em?"
Kate thought about if for a moment, "Nothing, another aide steps in."
Gibbs suddenly had a thought. "Another plane, this plane. They forced the President to fly his back-up."
"Well security's still the same." She pointed out, confused.
"But the plane isn't, and I'll bet security isn't either until the President's on board. Al-Qaeda must have planted something on board."
Thinking, Kate added, "Okay, it can't be a bomb. They would have detonated it by now."
Inside the press cabin, a reporter, Stan, started convulsing and so the medic was called. It appeared to be the same thing that Commander Trapp and Major Kerry had. While everyone rushed to the press cabin, Leonard sneaked around the people to get to the weapons cabinet. Using the key in his pocket, he took a gun out and loaded it. He cocked the weapon, tucking it into his jacket, and shut the door again.
"You said the locks were different." Gibbs pointed out to Kate, whilst still in the lavatory.
"29000 has digital, this plane has keys." She replied, unsure what he was thinking.
"Armoury, the armoury, th-they have keys to the armoury. They copied the movie, they vetted a reporter." He stood and reached for the door handle.
"No. That would take years."
"So did setting up 9/11." He reminded her.
She stood and plugged her ear piece in. "Shit!"
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