Games of the Powerful

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  “Mr. President I am sorry to disturb you at this late hour sir,” Scott said formally. “Our agents have been compromised, well at least some of them have. An ambush was set for them but it seems they may have gotten away safely with the targets.”

  Sitting in his private office near the family quarters in a comfortable chair sipping some hot chocolate with marshmallows his favorite since childhood near a warm comfortable fire the president is dressed in his wool pajamas ready for sleep when Scott barged in. He took a sip of his drink and felt the warmth reach his belly before he spoke. “Sit down Scott,” he motioned to a chair next to his facing the fire. “Neither the agents nor the targets were found at the ambush site you say?”

  “No Mr. President, we found plenty of bodies, heavily damaged cars, and a half blown up building but they were not part of the mix. It appears the compromised agents knew exactly what the plans were so the decision secretly sending in a different set of agents as backup at the last minute turned out good. They are the agents that came and made the mess they did but on a positive note they killed the entire enemy force and we have identified the enemy sir."

  “So our boys did it and they had no clue as what was going on?”

  “They are smart and you know what kind of technology they have at their disposal, but I think the plan worked flawlessly sir. We have proved that we have a severe security breech and the targets will be safe for a time until we ferret out the compromised agents.”

  “Splendid work Scott!” Scott smiled at the compliment from a man he greatly respected.

  “Thank you sir, this plan was a joint effort and we did well.”

  “Scott we have a high-level breech we know that, whoever is compromised knew the entire plan from the beginning to the evacuation zone narrowing it to a handful of people. Would you say I have accessed it correctly so far?”

  “Yes Mr. President, er Walker I would agree with that,” Scott said trying to relax some.

  “Scott my gut tells me if we start an investigation the compromised agents are going to know and cover their trail so I propose that we do nothing for now.”

  “Nothing sir, you are going to trust your gut to something like this?” Scott questioned skeptically.

  “Yes nothing for now. Scott, I have trusted my gut through most of my career and it has not failed me and if some decisions are made this way it is sometimes the only way they can be. All I want you to do is nonchalantly listen at the information briefings and report to me anything you hear concerning bodies and possible compromised agents. I want you to do this quietly; I do not want you to discuss anything about this to anyone but me. I will also be looking into it; I still have connections that might be able to help. In addition, I want old-style wall hanging grid maps of the entire world brought here and Scott, do not use normal systems or procedures. Buy these maps from an antiques store if you have to and bring them here secretly to me.”

  “Yes sir, I will proceed immediately,” Scott said rising from his seat.

  “Scott, get some sleep tomorrow will be fine.”