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"Are you satisfied that I am Supervisory Special Agent Carlos G. Castillo of the United States Secret Service, Special Agent Yung?"
"I'm satisfied," Yung said.
"These gentlemen, Special Agents Anthony J. Santini and John M. Britton of the Secret Service, will now show you their credentials. When you are satisfied they are who I am telling you they are, please say so."
Santini and then Britton got out of their chairs, walked to Yung, showed him their credentials, waited until he nodded, and then went back to their chairs.
"Are you satisfied, Special Agent Yung, that we are all who I am telling you we are?"
"I'm satisfied. Are you going to tell me what-"
"Gentlemen," Castillo interrupted him. "I want you to make note that at zero-eight-one-zero hours, local time, 29 July 2005, in his residence in Carrasco, Uruguay, we identified ourselves to Special Agent Yung as members of the U.S. Secret Service by showing him ou
r credentials, and he acknowledged their validity."
Santini and Britton nodded.
"Special Agent Yung, what I am about to tell you is classified as Top Secret-Presidential. The unauthorized disclosure of any of this information to any person not authorized by the President, or myself, to have access to this material, and that specifically includes Ambassador McGrory, is a felony under the United States Code. Do you understand all that I have said?"
"You're telling me I can't report this to Ambassador McGrory? Frankly, Castillo, I don't believe you have that authority."
"In the vernacular, Special Agent Yung, I don't give a flying fuck what you believe or don't believe. The question was whether or not you understood what I said to you."
"I understood it."
"Good. I now inform you that I am the chief of the Office of Organizational Analysis-"
"The what?"
"… which is a covert and clandestine organization set up in a Presidential Finding within the Department of Homeland Security and is charged with locating the assassins of J. Winslow Masterson and Sergeant Roger Markham, USMC, and rendering them harmless. Do you understand that?"
"That sounds as if you plan to… kill them."
"The question was, do you understand what I have just said?"
"There's nothing wrong with my hearing."
"To carry out this mission, it is necessary for us to find one Jean-Paul Lorimer, an American citizen employed by the UN, who I have reason to believe is somewhere in this area."
"I told you before, I never heard of him."
"Aware of my mission, the secretary of state, for whom you work, has relayed through either or both Ambassadors McGrory and Silvio her orders to you to place yourself and whatever information you may have at my disposal. You have received those orders, have you not?"
"Ambassador McGrory told me that you were going to come to me, and that I was to cooperate with you as much as possible," Yung said. "And that if you came to me directly, instead of through the embassy, I was to tell you he wanted to see you. Immediately."
"With the implication that you didn't have to cooperate with me unless he knew what this is about? And until he gave his permission?"
"For Christ's sake, Castillo, he's the ambassador."
"Tony, see if you can get Ambassador Silvio on your cellular," Castillo ordered.
"I work for Ambassador McGrory, not Silvio," Yung said.
"No, you don't. You work for the State Department's bureau of intelligence and research. Doing something so secret that the secretary of state didn't know about it until the day before yesterday," Castillo said.
Castillo could see a flicker of surprise on Yung's face.
"Did you tell McGrory what you're really doing down here?"
