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“Nuclear.” That came from the person who was cloaked on the screen. “Archangel, I want a conference with you after this is done. Con, do you have anything else?”

Con nodded. “I think so, yes. There’s a playbook of sorts. I’m not sure how it fits into anything here, but it tells exactly what actions each governmental agency will take. So far, I have documents referenced for America, Great Britain, France, Spain, China, and Australia.”

“Nothing about Russia?” the faceless voice asked.

“No, sir, but I’m not done going through the book.” Con glanced over at Ronnie again.

“Do we have any intel on missile or rocket building not accounted for in governmental briefs?”

Jewell answered that one. “Sir, we have three private builds in the files: one in the United States for a satellite launch, one in France, and one in India,” Jewell said as he watched hertype. “Additionally, we have disclosed government programs in America, Great Britain, Russia, China, and North Korea.”

“Con, scan those schematics into the system. Archangel, get with our scientists and make sure his assessment is correct. What else do we have?”

“Documents, a lot of microfiche in Russian,” Con said.

“Where do we stand with the embassy inquiry?” Archangel asked.

Alpha responded. “We have a team there now. We’ve been able to narrow it down to three people. Interrogation is ongoing. Giovanni is taking the lead in all questioning.”

“Centurion, expect incoming. Archangel, I’ll handle the POTUS brief. Get this information to our community for verification. Saint is clear.”

Con frowned and looked over at Ronnie. She closed her eyes and shook her head. “Wonderful,” she whispered, so he doubted anyone else heard.

“Jewell, get as much information as you can about any builds or any locality with possible building capabilities. I want satellite images and any intel on the dark web. Also, we’ll need Ring, Brando, and Ethan upgraded to scarlet clearance. Make it happen like yesterday, so we can have all hands working on this information. Alpha and Fury, I need teams available for immediate dispatch. Pull them off rest, off missions that are not a priority, or out of training, and get them ready. Dom Ops, you’re clear unless we have a viable threat. If we do, we’ll need you to work with the police community to ensure we have actions in place for sustainability after an attack. Con, scan that tech in ASAP and hurry up on that book. The microfiche in Russian, scan that in and send it to Flack. Fury, get Smith and Val over to that saferoom and have him decipher them.”

“Harbinger speaks fluent Russian,” Con reminded him.

“Get him in with Flack and the rest. This is crunch time, people. Make shit happen and funnel everything through Jewell and Con. Jewell is the point for information coming to me, and Con is point for information going to Saint. We both get everything.”

“I am?” Con asked.

“You are. Archangel clear.”

“Alpha clear.”

“Rose clear.”

“Dom Ops clear.”

“I’m clear,” Jade said.

“Con, what do you need to help get this information to us?”

He looked at Ronnie. “Do we have a scanner?” She got up and walked over to the ornate wall. After sliding a piece of the metalwork to the side, a latch clicked, and a room of electronics appeared as the wall slid away. Con took in the equipment available. It was a node, just like his and Jewell’s. “I have everything I need.”

“CCS is clear.”

He grabbed the stack of papers and headed into the node. “Why didn’t you tell me you had one of these?”

Ronnie turned on the scanner and the computer system on the desk. “It isn’t mine. It’s Saint’s.”

“What?” He turned around. “Is that what he meant? He’s coming here?”

“He can run a war from this location. He oversaw the rebuild after the Siege from this desk. He stayed here after the Siege. It’s as safe as it gets. His residence has a less sophisticated version of this and is currently being upgraded.”

“So, you know the big guy?” Con asked as he logged into the computer with his credentials and stacked the documents in the feeder tray.

“I do,” Ronnie said as the documents started feeding through the scanner at a speed that blurred the papers. Con dumped the scanned documents into the shared folders and tagged them for Flack. He wasn’t sure how long it would take for the bosses to instruct the man to … Well, not that long at all. He watched as Flack accessed the files. Flack was an evidence guru. He’d secure the information, and when it was translated, the man would have both versions and start his meticulous work. He typed a message to him.

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