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Authors: Mike Wells
Tags: thriller, Revenge, Russia, Secret service, fake dollars, dollars, anticounterfeiting technology, international thriller, secret service training academy, countefeit, supernote, us currency, secret service agent, framed, fake, russian mafia, scam
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printed material.”
Judd raised an eyebrow. “That’s absolutely correct.”
He turned back to the center of the room. “And what’s unique about any document that is printed using the intaglio process?”
Again, the entire class was mute. At the risk of looking like a know-it-all, she raised her hand again.
Judd again nodded to her.
“The ink surfaces on intaglio-printed documents are slightly raised on the front and indented on the back. You can feel this with your fingers when you touch them.”
“Correct,” Judd said. He opened the thick notebook that contained the module materials. “Now, why is it that intaglio printing is particularly effective against counterfeiters?”
Elaine thought he glanced at her, but she wasn’t sure.
“Several reasons,” Elaine said. “First, an intaglio printing press costs ten times as much as an offset printing press. Second, intaglio plates themselves cost hundreds of times more. Third, intaglio printing yields very fine levels of detail that—”
“Are you finished?” he said, staring at her as if she had just shat upon the classroom floor.
Elaine’s face flushed. “I thought you—”
“Nobody likes a smart-ass. See me after class.”
He turned to the rest of the students and said, “Today we will discuss the intaglio printing process in great detail...”
* * *
Judd did not look at Elaine again for the rest of the lecture, which lasted all morning—an eternity for her. She wanted to crawl under her chair and disappear. She was mortified at making such a fool of herself in front of her peers—she felt so humiliated now that she really did want to quit. If this monster was typical of the people who worked in the Anti-Counterfeiting Division, she wanted nothing to do with them. Had she gone through all this misery just to end up working for obnoxious assholes?
After a while, she found her hurt transforming into anger. How dare he chew her out like that in front of all her colleagues, and then tell her to see him after class, like some troublemaker in elementary school!
By the time the students had finished filing out of the room, Elaine had made up her mind. She didn’t care who this “Judd” was or how high up he worked. She was going to put the old bastard in his place.
She approached him just as he was gathering up his things.
“I think you owe me an apology,” she said boldly. “You had no right to attack me like that in front of the whole class. I was just trying to answer the que...”
He was smiling at her.
“What?” she said, flustered.
“I’m sorry I had to do that to you, but you wouldn’t want everyone to think you’re the teacher’s pet, would you? The only reason I bother to come over and give this Mickey Mouse lecture is on the small chance of discovering a diamond in the rough, like you.” He pulled out a business card and handed it to her. “When you get fed up working for the Secret Service, young lady, you give me a call. You’re just the type of person we like to have at Treasury.”
She looked down at the card. It simply said “Gene Lassiter,” with a phone number printed underneath.
He picked up his satchel, smiled again, and gripping his cane, hobbled out of the room.
CHAPTER 1.8
The day Elaine graduated and was officially a United States Secret Service Special Agent, she felt like she was walking on air. When she received the gold, five-pointed star that was attached to her badge, there were tears in her eyes.
It did not matter to her that there was a note in her file from the head of the academy that said that due to her low marksmanship scores, she was “not recommended for protective services duty.”
She had made it!
She and the rest of the new agents met at a D.C. bar and got utterly smashed.
Luna Faye showed up. She was wearing a stunning black halter-neck dress that showed off her toned shoulders and chest.
“You look fabulous!” Elaine gushed, giving her a big hug. She truly
Judd raised an eyebrow. “That’s absolutely correct.”
He turned back to the center of the room. “And what’s unique about any document that is printed using the intaglio process?”
Again, the entire class was mute. At the risk of looking like a know-it-all, she raised her hand again.
Judd again nodded to her.
“The ink surfaces on intaglio-printed documents are slightly raised on the front and indented on the back. You can feel this with your fingers when you touch them.”
“Correct,” Judd said. He opened the thick notebook that contained the module materials. “Now, why is it that intaglio printing is particularly effective against counterfeiters?”
Elaine thought he glanced at her, but she wasn’t sure.
“Several reasons,” Elaine said. “First, an intaglio printing press costs ten times as much as an offset printing press. Second, intaglio plates themselves cost hundreds of times more. Third, intaglio printing yields very fine levels of detail that—”
“Are you finished?” he said, staring at her as if she had just shat upon the classroom floor.
Elaine’s face flushed. “I thought you—”
“Nobody likes a smart-ass. See me after class.”
He turned to the rest of the students and said, “Today we will discuss the intaglio printing process in great detail...”
* * *
Judd did not look at Elaine again for the rest of the lecture, which lasted all morning—an eternity for her. She wanted to crawl under her chair and disappear. She was mortified at making such a fool of herself in front of her peers—she felt so humiliated now that she really did want to quit. If this monster was typical of the people who worked in the Anti-Counterfeiting Division, she wanted nothing to do with them. Had she gone through all this misery just to end up working for obnoxious assholes?
After a while, she found her hurt transforming into anger. How dare he chew her out like that in front of all her colleagues, and then tell her to see him after class, like some troublemaker in elementary school!
By the time the students had finished filing out of the room, Elaine had made up her mind. She didn’t care who this “Judd” was or how high up he worked. She was going to put the old bastard in his place.
She approached him just as he was gathering up his things.
“I think you owe me an apology,” she said boldly. “You had no right to attack me like that in front of the whole class. I was just trying to answer the que...”
He was smiling at her.
“What?” she said, flustered.
“I’m sorry I had to do that to you, but you wouldn’t want everyone to think you’re the teacher’s pet, would you? The only reason I bother to come over and give this Mickey Mouse lecture is on the small chance of discovering a diamond in the rough, like you.” He pulled out a business card and handed it to her. “When you get fed up working for the Secret Service, young lady, you give me a call. You’re just the type of person we like to have at Treasury.”
She looked down at the card. It simply said “Gene Lassiter,” with a phone number printed underneath.
He picked up his satchel, smiled again, and gripping his cane, hobbled out of the room.
CHAPTER 1.8
The day Elaine graduated and was officially a United States Secret Service Special Agent, she felt like she was walking on air. When she received the gold, five-pointed star that was attached to her badge, there were tears in her eyes.
It did not matter to her that there was a note in her file from the head of the academy that said that due to her low marksmanship scores, she was “not recommended for protective services duty.”
She had made it!
She and the rest of the new agents met at a D.C. bar and got utterly smashed.
Luna Faye showed up. She was wearing a stunning black halter-neck dress that showed off her toned shoulders and chest.
“You look fabulous!” Elaine gushed, giving her a big hug. She truly
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