The Day of the Explosion contd.
"Send the messages, it's time for Timothy to know pain." Michael DeLa Tour said to Jacques, driving his best friend to enact his revenge. "They really should check their cars for GPS markers." Michael smiled, knowing the agents always checked if they were being followed, but GPS markers are tiny and give off no scent. He knew exactly where Jennifer Shepard was, and he also knew how she was going to die. Now it was time to get the witnesses.
"You think they will come?" Jacques asked, his American accent much diminished, his French accent could now be heard.
"Indeed they will, these women will do anything for their Timmy." Michael had gained so much from Abigail, his only regret was that she would not witness what was to come.
Jennifer Shepard waited outside Tims apartment while her bodyguards checked every room, closing all the curtains and shutting all the windows. Jen had not visited Tim at home, and hated that the first time she was in here it was as a virtual prisoner rather than as a dinner guest.
"All clear, Ma'am. Do I need to remind you of what you should and should not do?" Agent Fox had been on her detail since the beginning, had travelled all over the world with her and knew she sometimes, like many others, broke protocol.
"No, Neil, not today, I will be a very good Director." Jen knew she sometimes ignored protocol, but today was not the time to do so.
"Thank you, Director. Just to inform you, there are agents in every stairwell, the roof, fire exits and lobby. We have the building under constant surveillance, both from a van outside as well as the command centre. We have eyes and ears everywhere." Fox was taking no chances with this one. Fox left the apartment, leaving Jen alone.
She knew now she was truly alone. She was not allowed to contact anyone, any internet access might give away her location. Looking around the apartment, she spotted a book on the table, seeing the name Thom E Gemcity. Picking the book up, she read the back cover, never having read any of the series.
NCIS is the Navys very own police department, stationed across cities and ports in the United States and the World. One such city and port is the Naval Station, Newport, Rhode Island. Special Agent Nancy Carter has been with NCIS for five years, and is still learning things about her job. When a bomb is detonated on the USS Saratoga, her job becomes a game of Cat and Mouse. Can she catch the bomber before he blows up another Navy ship?
"Well, Thom, looks like you just got another reader," she said, as she sat on the couch and began reading the book. Jen knew if she didn't do something, like reading, she would go crazy thinking about the real NCIS instead of the fictional one she was about to get to know.
Sarah McGee looked at her phone, seen the name NCIS flashing. Her class was sitting in silence, watching the video of Romeo and Juliet. She slipped into the store cupboard at the back of the class, answering the phone and speaking quietly.
"Hello," Sarah asked, knowing Tim was chasing some down terrorist that had threatened both him and her father,
"Miss McGee, my name is Frank Green, NCIS. I've been asked to call to by Tim. Due to the current threat, Tim is being placed into protective custody for a short time." said the voice Sarah didn't know.
"Oh God," Sarah felt the sweat on her forehead, panic beginning to take over.
"He will be at his apartment to collect some things in approximately fifteen minutes. Should you wish to speak to him, now is the time. His telephone has been confiscated. I am sorry, Miss McGee." The call ended, and Sarah looked out at her class. She grabbed her purse and left through the side door, knocking on the door of Peter Armitage, a fellow teacher. He came to the door, stepping out of his class.
"Peter, don't ask but can you watch my class, I have to go, something's happened to my brother, thanks." With that Sarah began running down the corridor, being a military child, she knew protective custody only came into effect when there was no alternative. She ran out of the school and straight to her car, using the auto feature to unlock the car from a distance. Jumping in the car, she threw her purse on the passenger seat, not thinking about her phone. If she had just called her mom to check, Sarah would not end up hurt.
Michael DeLa Tour stopped the car outside the house of the McGees, seeing the DoN agents posted outside. Jacques was seated in the back, behind the blacked out windows. Michael knew he had very few minutes to get the woman, so he marched up to the house, flashing a badge he had been given by Jacques.
"Federal Marshall, I've been sent to take Mrs McGee into custody," the two DoN agents looked briefly at each other, their first and last mistake. Jacques had wound the window down slightly, and shot the agent to the left of the door in the head, Michael pulled his gun and shot the other agent the same way.
With no time to lose, Michael opened the door, seeing the woman moving towards him. "Mrs McGee," pointing his gun at her, "I'm afraid Timmy has been a very bad boy. As his mother, you should be part of his punishment." Within seconds, Alice McGee was sat in the back seat of the car, the bodies of the two DoN agents now in the house.
Ten minutes after Agent Burley took charge.
"Listen up people," Tim was standing on a desk on the Intelligence floor. "We have had a development. The targets have been identified as Jennifer Shepard and Leon Vance." Tim waited for that announcement to sink in. "Deputy Director Vance came to Washington because his father was involved in a car accident last night. Local LEOS thought it was a simple collision, but it was enough to put Mr Vance in the hospital, and bring the Deputy Director out here." Every intelligence analyst made the connection, and began worrying about their bosses. "Right now, we have them in undisclosed locations, under heavy guard and surveillance by DoN security. We need to know every location of every suspected terrorist in the city, as well as anyone with any connection to Atfaal Min Itar, no matter how small it might be, bring it the attention of your section head. Get to it."
Tim was on the run again, heading for Operations, where he was met by Derrick Young.
"Tim, I already have satellite and drone footage of the city, looking for anything out of the ordinary. I've tasked NSA and our own hackers to monitor websites and phones of anyone sympathetic or in league with the AMI." Derrick Young may have been twenty years older than his Intelligence colleague but he could move just as quickly. "I'm about to brief Burley."
"I'll join you, need to know what everyone else is doing." The two of them moved into the Bullpen, Tim seeing Stan doing what he had just done.
"People, now is not the time to second guess or start to think about what ifs. There is a definite threat to the Director and Deputy Director of this agency. Find out anything you can about weapons sales to people in the city, whatever you find, bring it the attention of your immediate superior, they bring it to me, I deal with it. Do not deviate from this chain of command. Thank you."
Stan moved down the stairs to the main level, spotting Tim and Derrick heading his way. He stopped moving forward, not wishing to discuss this in front of his staff, which was now the whole building.
"How's it going in there?" Stan asked.
"Now we know who the target is, everyone's attention, both Intelligence and Ops is focused in on the city." Derrick answered.
"We need to find out who they are, where they are and what they will use." Tim was worried they would never find them. "They have a heck of a head start. We don't how they got in, or where they have been hiding. We have been tracking them for ten weeks, and not once did we get any indication of a sleeper cell anywhere outside of the Middle East, let alone in the Capitol itself."
"I have everyone here checking on weapons sales. These guys will need sometime of gun or bomb. Tim, whatever we get, I will send over to you guys. Send me someone to act as a liaison." Stan needed someone to act as a go-between for the main floor and Intelligence.
"Flick, he's been working the case and he's worked for you." Gregory Flickman was the first person to come to mind.
"Agreed, I'll put him on it. Anything else?"
"Yeah, no matter what happens, do not let anyone drop the threat levels. These guys have been playing us from the start, God only knows what else we may have missed." Tim was not so arrogant to admit he had missed something when it came to the AMI and Adala.
"No arguments here. Let me know if you need anything," Stan said, dismissing them to their departments, wanting Jen back as soon as possible. With everyone looking to him to lead, Stan felt out of his depth. He wished he knew how Tim could lead the whole of Intelligence without a blink of an eye.
"Tell me, Mrs McGee, has Timothy or his father ever mentioned me?"
"I don't know or care who you are." Alice McGee would not show her terror to this man.
"Well, who knew that Timothy would not brag about his achievements to his mother. Your son captured me when he found out I was stealing NCIS secrets." Michael DeLa Tour was still angry he had been caught.
"Good for him. Shame he didn't shoot you at the time." Alice would be brave to the end.
"He did, through my right knee cap. Your husband was watching at the time, as was his Godfather. Tell me, do you know your sons former girlfriend, Abigail Scuito?"
Alice gasped, knowing who the woman was, and could only guess how much she knew about Tim.
"I see that you do. She told me all sorts of secrets, she probably can't remember half of it. For example, she told me Tim would sacrifice everything for NCIS, and she was right. With the right threat, Tim has given his home to Jennifer Shepard, so she can hide from my friend, Jacques. Abby also told me Sarah would drop everything for her brother, again, she did not lie. Sarah will meet us soon. Not long now, you, your daughter and the dear Director will be dead, Jacques will have had his revenge, and I will have given Timothy the perfect birthday gift." Alice was quite sure this man was psychotic, but she also knew he was physically stronger than she was. "For you see, today is my 31st Birthday, but as I have missed Tims for the last several years, and I have no doubt he does not know mine, from today, this day will be burned in his mind."