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Still, he replied with, "It was a solid trap. One that would take a hacker of some skill to get into. We just need a little more time."
"How much longer? The campaigns for elections are gearing up soon and I can only do so much without delivering on the promise I made. You would think that just the facts of their backgrounds would be enough to mention!"
"I agree with you, sir. But, as you know, they not only covered their electronic tracks but they have also been holding up to questioning much better than we expected, especially the three civilians. As for them being more cooperative in answering us…Well, let’s just say that we’ve decided to do as you suggested."
"So the doctor is on the way?"
Barrett nodded and Gillespie tried to recall everything he had read and heard about the doctor. Questioning was necessary when fighting any war and sometimes that questioning might not be within the bounds of what is considered proper or even lawful. Something he knew from experience. But, he was unfamiliar with the techniques he had read about in the doctor's dossier. Not that it mattered. Based on the stories that some of his former army buddies had told, the doctor was the person who would get answers when no one else could. His brothers in arms were some of the first people he had reached out to when Barrett and the investigative team first started hitting road blocks and he had - and did - trust them with his life.
As if reading his mind Barrett said, "I’m sure the doctor will help. Between that and the more intensive computer forensics analysis we’ve begun, we'll deliver."
Gillespie gave a sharp nod. "Good. Now, just get it soon."
He watched as Barrett headed out of the room, and then went to pour himself another drink. The lack of information at this stage in the process was not good and he was beginning to have his doubts. Doubts he could not afford.
Never one to leave potential situations that could affect him or his career in another person’s hands, Gillespie picked up the phone to make some calls. Over the years he had built up hundreds of favors. Some he had called in to help push his agenda through, and while he would keep most of the remaining favors for his actual campaign, it looked like it was time to burn a few more to find out what the devil was going on. If Barrett or his partners thought Gillespie was going to just leave the success of his plan in their hands, they were going to be in for a surprise.
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Hands tucked into his pockets, Barrett frowned as he headed to his car. Both Gillespie and Barrett’s backers were clamoring for information he didn't have yet. And, he'd already been bitten once for rushing in and paid the price; his life had been ripped apart for it. So, he wasn't about to hurry again.
Even though the setbacks had raised some doubts, he knew they had something this time. You didn't have an Iraqi national, a card carrying NRA gun advocate/conspiracy theorist, an ex-military PSYOPs who was also a computer hardware specialist, and a college kid studying network security all hit the same trap around the same time. Not unless there was some sort of collaboration going on. If he had to bet, this was bigger than everyone realized and he wanted part of the credit. And he'd be damned if they thought he would hurry the investigations because of some stupid politician and his damn ambitions. They would just have to wait.
His phone rang, knocking him out of his internal tirade. "Barrett."
"Did you speak with him," asked the accented voice.
Barrett still didn't have a name for the man. He was simply 'sir'.
"Yes, sir. I just spoke with him."
"And has he calmed down now that we’ve agreed to bring in the doctor?"
"Not exactly." Barrett's jaw tightened. "He wants to go to the press soon. I explained we need more information."
"And how is actually
"How much longer? The campaigns for elections are gearing up soon and I can only do so much without delivering on the promise I made. You would think that just the facts of their backgrounds would be enough to mention!"
"I agree with you, sir. But, as you know, they not only covered their electronic tracks but they have also been holding up to questioning much better than we expected, especially the three civilians. As for them being more cooperative in answering us…Well, let’s just say that we’ve decided to do as you suggested."
"So the doctor is on the way?"
Barrett nodded and Gillespie tried to recall everything he had read and heard about the doctor. Questioning was necessary when fighting any war and sometimes that questioning might not be within the bounds of what is considered proper or even lawful. Something he knew from experience. But, he was unfamiliar with the techniques he had read about in the doctor's dossier. Not that it mattered. Based on the stories that some of his former army buddies had told, the doctor was the person who would get answers when no one else could. His brothers in arms were some of the first people he had reached out to when Barrett and the investigative team first started hitting road blocks and he had - and did - trust them with his life.
As if reading his mind Barrett said, "I’m sure the doctor will help. Between that and the more intensive computer forensics analysis we’ve begun, we'll deliver."
Gillespie gave a sharp nod. "Good. Now, just get it soon."
He watched as Barrett headed out of the room, and then went to pour himself another drink. The lack of information at this stage in the process was not good and he was beginning to have his doubts. Doubts he could not afford.
Never one to leave potential situations that could affect him or his career in another person’s hands, Gillespie picked up the phone to make some calls. Over the years he had built up hundreds of favors. Some he had called in to help push his agenda through, and while he would keep most of the remaining favors for his actual campaign, it looked like it was time to burn a few more to find out what the devil was going on. If Barrett or his partners thought Gillespie was going to just leave the success of his plan in their hands, they were going to be in for a surprise.
01101100011011000010000001101111011101000110100001100101
Hands tucked into his pockets, Barrett frowned as he headed to his car. Both Gillespie and Barrett’s backers were clamoring for information he didn't have yet. And, he'd already been bitten once for rushing in and paid the price; his life had been ripped apart for it. So, he wasn't about to hurry again.
Even though the setbacks had raised some doubts, he knew they had something this time. You didn't have an Iraqi national, a card carrying NRA gun advocate/conspiracy theorist, an ex-military PSYOPs who was also a computer hardware specialist, and a college kid studying network security all hit the same trap around the same time. Not unless there was some sort of collaboration going on. If he had to bet, this was bigger than everyone realized and he wanted part of the credit. And he'd be damned if they thought he would hurry the investigations because of some stupid politician and his damn ambitions. They would just have to wait.
His phone rang, knocking him out of his internal tirade. "Barrett."
"Did you speak with him," asked the accented voice.
Barrett still didn't have a name for the man. He was simply 'sir'.
"Yes, sir. I just spoke with him."
"And has he calmed down now that we’ve agreed to bring in the doctor?"
"Not exactly." Barrett's jaw tightened. "He wants to go to the press soon. I explained we need more information."
"And how is actually
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