***** FBI Field Office, 20 minutes after the big meeting. *****
Nash gets a very interrupting call.
"Mike, look I don't care what you are doing. I just got the word
that you from *THE* man himself. Get up to Spacedock for a meeting. You
are to bring Maggie too. Looks like the stuff hit the fan this time. Just
tell them who you are when you get there. You and Maggie have an hour.
Just don't be late. Just remember, your are going to room CC125."
Mike managed to keep the sneer from showing in his face, though he had more trouble
keeping it out of his voice. "We got Montoya out of there without any untoward
happening," he explained. "If they had a problem with any of that, they should have
raised it before we packed up and returned. I don't have time for politicing right
now." His supervisor's face was unchanged, though.
"You have your orders, Inspector Nash." The screen went dead.
Dammit. He sat back, then shook his head and stood, blanking out his terminal as he
did. Out in the Bullpen, his team was busy hunting down leads to track down some
two thousand and seventy four warrant jumpers. He lifted his sportscoat from the
hook beside the door and stepped out into the bullpen. "Maggie," he called to her,
since it appeared she was about to head down to the lower level, where the computer
geeks lived. She turned and headed toward him. He met her halfway.
"What's up, boss?" she asked.
"You get the feeling we ruffled any feathers last week at Spacedock?"
She looked confused. "No," she told him. "Not at all."
"Neither did I. But they want to see us, in the CiNC's office. Now."
She looked to the stack of files in her hands. "Us?" she asked. "As in the
royal 'us' or as in you and I, us?"
"Maggie and Mike us," he said.
"Oh." She held the files out to Drake, who happened to be walking by.
"We're headed out, Drake," Michael told him. "Don't know for how long, but you da
man while I'm gone."
"I'm always da man, boss. Good to hear you acknowledge it, though." He looked
between the two of them. "In the middle of the day, boss?" he asked with just a
hint of disdain.
Maggie smacked him.
****
At 10:05, fifteen minutes early, they presented themselves to Spacedock's CC125,
both flashing their FBI ID's.
(we be here)
