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FREELANCER CH. 01
By AsylumSeeker
Tom Barrows, Chief Intelligence Officer at the National Security Agency at Fort Meade, Maryland, was perplexed. Every indicator pointed at a large drug shipment coming in soon. Santos had been quiet for far too long. Columbian troops destroyed three of his labs, but there were at least a dozen more producing cocaine. It looked as if Santos was preparing to put all of his eggs in one very large basket.
He sat up and punched the intercom button. "Bonnie, get me Will Stanton at CIA."
Will Stanton was his equivalent at CIA Headquarters at Langley, Virginia. They frequently worked together and helped each other out when they could.
Tom picked up when a red light on the phone flashed.
"Will, its Tom. Thanks for taking my call."
Will chuckled. "I was expecting it. Patty said the President was putting a lot of pressure on NSA at the morning briefing."
"Do you have anybody inside Santos' organization?"
"Come on, Tom. You're asking me something like that right after the name of one of my operatives is leaked to the press?"
"What can you give me?"
Will sighed. "I'm sorry, Tom. I can't help you out with this one."
* * * * *
Dominique was relaxing on a lounge chair beside a large, immaculate pool. The sun's bright rays bore down on her glistening, olive toned skin. Her slender, athletic body was covered in a skimpy yellow string bikini. The color contrasted nicely with her long black hair.
A light, salty ocean breeze fluttered the curtains in her nearby office window. Inside, a unique electronic beeping indicated the arrival of a secure communication. It drifted out to her ears.
She sighed; "Time to get to work."
Her tall, tanned, long-legged body rose from the sun-drenched lounge chair and stepped inside the house. Dominique passed by a portrait of her parents.
Her father was wearing a U.S. Army dress uniform, replete with Captain's insignia and a Special Forces badge. Beside him was a beautiful, young Panamanian woman. They met while he was assigned to protect the Panama Canal. Dominique was born less than two years later.
She paused and dabbed away a tear. Her lips kissed the pads of two fingers and smudged the glass. “Love you both.”
FREELANCER CH. 01
By AsylumSeeker
Tom Barrows, Chief Intelligence Officer at the National Security Agency at Fort Meade, Maryland, was perplexed. Every indicator pointed at a large drug shipment coming in soon. Santos had been quiet for far too long. Columbian troops destroyed three of his labs, but there were at least a dozen more producing cocaine. It looked as if Santos was preparing to put all of his eggs in one very large basket.
He sat up and punched the intercom button. "Bonnie, get me Will Stanton at CIA."
Will Stanton was his equivalent at CIA Headquarters at Langley, Virginia. They frequently worked together and helped each other out when they could.
Tom picked up when a red light on the phone flashed.
"Will, its Tom. Thanks for taking my call."
Will chuckled. "I was expecting it. Patty said the President was putting a lot of pressure on NSA at the morning briefing."
"Do you have anybody inside Santos' organization?"
"Come on, Tom. You're asking me something like that right after the name of one of my operatives is leaked to the press?"
"What can you give me?"
Will sighed. "I'm sorry, Tom. I can't help you out with this one."
* * * * *
Dominique was relaxing on a lounge chair beside a large, immaculate pool. The sun's bright rays bore down on her glistening, olive toned skin. Her slender, athletic body was covered in a skimpy yellow string bikini. The color contrasted nicely with her long black hair.
A light, salty ocean breeze fluttered the curtains in her nearby office window. Inside, a unique electronic beeping indicated the arrival of a secure communication. It drifted out to her ears.
She sighed; "Time to get to work."
Her tall, tanned, long-legged body rose from the sun-drenched lounge chair and stepped inside the house. Dominique passed by a portrait of her parents.
Her father was wearing a U.S. Army dress uniform, replete with Captain's insignia and a Special Forces badge. Beside him was a beautiful, young Panamanian woman. They met while he was assigned to protect the Panama Canal. Dominique was born less than two years later.
She paused and dabbed away a tear. Her lips kissed the pads of two fingers and smudged the glass. “Love you both.”
