The convoy had not yet left the Federal Bureau of Investigation headquarters when a phone call was placed from inside.
The call had been connected and disconnected so quickly that no one had managed to intercept its contents, but they had identified the caller: an agent from the Federal Bureau of Investigation headquarters.
When the Director of the Federal Bureau of Investigation kicked open the office door, the agent was sitting quietly behind his desk.
His service weapon and all his identification documents were laid out on the desk. He had already prepared himself to be arrested.
The Director looked at him, then glanced at the nameplate hanging on the door. It made him furious.
He was an operations supervisor. Put simply, he was part of the Middle Class, and his primary responsibility was handling Field Operations missions.
From planning missions, selecting personnel, and devising plans to completing missions, cleaning up the aftermath, securing the scene, and finally returning to headquarters to submit a report, he was the actual person in charge.
If nothing unexpected happened, this supervisor might have the opportunity in a few years to become a bureau director in some region, or rise through the headquarters ranks to become a higher-level administrator.
Yet this middle-ranking official at the Federal Bureau of Investigation headquarters, a man with what could be called an exceptionally bright future, had chosen to betray the Federal Bureau of Investigation.
"Why?" the Director asked. He already had the answer in his heart.
He simply hoped that the man before him could offer a more acceptable excuse, such as having been coerced. That would make him feel somewhat better.
The agent behind the desk said nothing. Just as he had from the beginning, he calmly watched everything unfold.
After making the call, he had known