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“I don’t like your tone, or your words,” she said.
“This is not the time to fight with each other,” Quantrell said in a calmer tone. “They took one round from us, that’s all. We’ve been victorious in every other one.”
“They have Roy. That’s a pretty big round to lose. That may be the knockout, in fact.”
The other man in the room cleared his throat.
James Harkes said, “I believe Mr. Quantrell is right, Secretary Foster.”
She turned to him and her face hardened even more. His rejection of her from the other night was still stark in her features. He would not have even been here except that with the recent disaster she needed him.
“And how do you figure that?” asked Foster icily.
“The plan was always to extract Roy and then blame it on Bunting and his allies. Well, now they actually have him. We don’t have to fabricate the blame. It’s a fact.”
Quantrell said, “That’s right.”
Foster was already shaking her head. “You’ve forgotten one significant detail. The FBI convoy that took Roy from Cutter’s was fake. It was Quantrell’s people. His idiot people.”
“That doesn’t really matter,” said Harkes. “Fake or not, Mr. Quantrell’s backup team was on the scene fifteen minutes after the attack on the convoy. They weren’t in time to stop them from taking Roy, obviously, but the scene was sterilized before anyone else arrived there. So as far as the world is concerned a fake FBI team lifted Edgar Roy from Cutter’s. And Roy is now in the hands of Peter Bunting. Ergo he must have been behind it.”
“And Kelly Paul,” snapped Foster. “She has to be in the middle of all this. It’s her brother, after all.”
“And now we know Bunting was never at the hospital with his wife,” added Quantrell. “It was all a charade to draw us off.”
“And his family has gone into hiding,” said Harkes. “It was neatly done.”
Foster’s features hardened even more at this remark. “Neatly done? Why don’t you start applauding, Harkes, if you think so much of them?”
“Underestimating the opponent is the single most important error one can make, Secretary Foster. They are good. We have to acknowledge that. We simply have to be better.”
“So they have Roy,” said Quantrell. “What will they do with him? He knows nothing that can connect us to anything.”
“And since he’s an escaped prisoner,” added Harkes, “I’m not sure how Bunting intends to use him. He can’t exactly put him back into the E-Program.”
“And if we can find him, and them…,” said Foster, her anger fading as she refocused on the problem.
“And tie it all together,” added Quantrell, “then we can still accomplish every goal we had. Roy will be dead, Bunting blamed for it all. The E-Program over and never to return.”
Foster rose and paced the room. “And with this latest development I received something this morning that might make our job easier.”
“What’s that?” asked Quantrell.
“Explicit approval from the president to take whatever means necessary to rectify this situation.”
“Any means?” asked Harkes sharply. “From the president?”
She looked at him. “Any. So I think you have your work cut out for you, Harkes.”
He looked at Quantrell and then returned his gaze to Foster. “Then I’m to be given the lead on this?”
“Are you not up to the task?” she snapped.
“I just want verification that we will do things my way.”
Quantrell said, “I have no problem with that. My men screwed up, obviously. But your reputation precedes you, Harkes.”
Harkes said, “Are you okay with that, Madame Secretary?”
