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Chapter 1

“Get in and get out. What do you think this is, some kind of game?” Devin snarled.

“I just thought—”

“I do the thinking. All you do is what I say,” Devin coldly replied. Garret was silent. He looked into the boss’s cold eyes and saw no understanding, no mercy, and no patience. There was no compassion between the two men.

“In and out,” was Garret’s meek reply, but it was just an act. There was no fear in Garret’s heart.

“Take Teams A and F and complete the operation. You will signal Man 3 at 9:15 a.m., enter the facility at 9:18, expedite the operation exactly as planned, and exit at 9:21. Are there any questions, Mr. Garret?”

The boss’s tone told him there had better not be.

“No, sir.”

“Good. Team A will be waiting for you at the designated rendezvous point. The truck will be with them. Nightshade leads Team F at your signal. She already has the keys in her possession. Dismissed.”

“Yes, sir.” Garret turned to leave.

“Garret.”

“Yes?”

“One more thing. Teams A and F are to be totally oblivious to each other. Is that understood?”

“Of course, sir.”

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“Sorry, everyone, the Pulitzer competition is now closed!”

Dorian Valentine exclaimed on her way to work. Her exuberant voice drowned out the excited morning DJ who was talking about critical peace talks between the U.S. and the Russian Federation.

Valentine felt better than she had ever felt in her life. She was immersed in an ultimate mental and spiritual euphoria that flowed through her body like blood. She had awakened at 5:00 that morning filled with anxiety. She felt absolutely on top of the world while eating her breakfast of waffles and eggs. Valentine had smiled the entire time she brushed her teeth. She marinated in her own joyful bliss and couldn’t help but shiver as surges of her happiness tingled down her spine. Not even the sluggish traffic could break her mood. It was a beautiful morning. With the cumulus clouds scattered across the vast baby-blue sky, it looked to be a promising day.

She wove her giant navy-blue Expedition out of standstill lanes and into any lane she thought was moving an inch faster an hour. She cruised down Baltimore-Washington Parkway and passed the Fort Meade exit at about 30 mph in the congested traffic. The potholes and rough roads across the parkway and its exits did not bother her. She was far too excited. The only thing that was possibly missing from that morning was good sex. Valentine had no husband, no children, and had never been married. She enjoyed life as a single woman and had remained alone in her bed last night.

The soothing, relaxing rhythm from her favorite song, “Walked Outta Heaven” by Jagged Edge, placed her in a further state of enchantment. She sang out loud to the new hit song even though she didn’t know the words. But it didn’t matter, because Dorian Valentine had walked outta heaven. Not soon enough, it seemed, she was surrounded by the familiar city of Washington, D.C. She was still in a great mood, shouting and singing all the way to the Washington Post, where her status as a reporter had been “ordained,” as she liked to say among close friends.