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Thread: Methods of Exchange ( AdventureGirl & Greeneyed23)

The President of the United States, thats who she was on her way to meet. Had she known that, she would have dressed appropriately. Of course, it is 200 a.m. and she was certain that no one would be sporting a suit and tie at this hour. And then the Director of the FBI met her at the gate to the White House. Timothy Lincoln was a behemoth of a man. He must have been 67 and at least 350 pounds. Just his size alone had cracked informants into giving up more information than they had ever dreamed they would. Director Lincoln pulled Emily aside and spoke frankly. You know that this stays between us, right Jacobs? I put you on this case because youre the best damn detective I have. But you talk to no one but me. If you have a question, it comes to me. If you have a thought, it comes to me, he said in a hushed, but authoritative tone. Yes, sir. Ive got it, she said as she tried to straighten her sweater and smooth out the few wrinkles that had collected in her pants on the ride over from the crime scene. If you dont got it, it comes to me too. They entered the White House through a secure entrance and were escorted up to the Situation Room. Emily briefed the Director on everything she had from the crime scene. Large caliber, hollow point bullets were used and it had the makings of a contract hit. She shared her first impressions and her guesses. Right now, thats all she had. Lincoln held up his hand to stop her before he headed into the Situation Room. Emily hadnt really expected to be let in there. Her phone was buzzing in her pocket again and she flipped it open. Jacobs, she answered. The voice on the other end was muffled, but it was clearly a man. Sorry, wrong number. The call was terminated immediately and Emily dropped the phone back into her pocket before pulling out a small pad of paper and started to write down some particulars of the case.
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Reed stepped before the two FBI agents. I will need all weapons and communication devices. Only Secret Service agents carry here. Reed was not as large as Director Lincoln but at 6'3 250 easy he was not to be ignored and his deep green eyes held the light of experience. His job was to protect the high value targets within and to him anyone, federal agents, even in his own service, were a threat to those persons. He waited for them to obey silently his body cocked back waiting. Another agent was waiting by a table filled with boxes which held guns, radios, cellphones, and even several knives. Reed pointed at Emily's notes. And we will need to look in those Ma'am.
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Emily understood the rule about weapons. Even the best agents could go rogue. She pulled the P250 Sig Sauer from the holster on her hip after lifting her sweater. Handing it over to the man that stood in front of her. He stood nearly a foot taller than her but she wasn't intimidated in the least. Emily Jacobs had taken down men bigger than him. After relinquishing her weapon, she pushed the little pad of paper into the pocket that didn't hold her cell phone. Sorry. My thoughts. My notes. My mom never taught me to share nicely, Emily said and headed toward a chair a short way down the hall she had traversed to get here.
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Reed touched her shoulder. Very well Ma'am but I still need your phone. Her gun had instantly gone into a box with her badge number on it and her Director was waiting at the door of the Situation Room. Come on Emily. We have to brief the President. Not wise to keep the boss waiting you know? Reed was calm and doing his best to be polite. He trusted no one but he liked the fire in this agent. He hoped she could find the killer. He also liked that she was a fan of the Sig but he still had to have her cell before she entered the President's presence.
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Emily's heart nearly stopped when she heard Lincoln's voice. She had thought when he stopped her from entering the Situation Room earlier that he would be relaying all her information to the President. And that may very well happen, but she was going to join him in the room. Yes. Sorry, she said to the Secret Service agent as she handed over her cell phone to him. Her bright blue eyes met his for the first time and she looked away quickly. Emily didn't want him to see the anxiety in them. But just as quickly as the worry flashed in her eyes, it was gone. She was striding confidently into the Situation Room with the Director in the lead.
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Reed followed them and took his place behind his boss nodding at the Director and Senior Agent of NCIS who he knew personally as well. Secretary Mustang motioned and Reed leaned forward. Sir? What can you tell me about her? She is an excellent and passionate agent, at the very least a gifted markswoman and a keen investigator. A bit nervous but still confident. Not much else sir. Ed smiled and nodded. Reed stepped back folding his arms. NCIS usually handled the Secretary's protection but he had requested Secret Service protection stating he wanted his agents out in the field not guarding my wrinkled ass. Reed was very fond of Edward and the two worked well together. The other directors, the Joint Chiefs, and the other people needed at the meeting were all very quiet and got even quieter when the President stood. Thank you all for coming. I am alright for now. I will let the Special Agent in charge of the investigation brief us. Agent Jacobs? He sat down looking at her as did every eye in the room.
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Christ, briefing the President of the United States was not in her job description. Emily had only been out of school for 18 months. Twelve of those months had been spent in the BAU and then she had been turned loose in the DC bureau three months ago. Hell, she hadn't even unpacked all the boxes in her apartment yes. But there must have been an automatic pilot switch in her head because when she stood, all the worry left her body. She spoke like a seasoned federal agent that had been doing this all her life. Mr. President, she said with a nod. I'm sorry for the loss to you and the administration. I'm sure Chief of Staff Braithwaithe was valuable member of your administration and a good friend. Emily took a moment to tap a screen on the table in front of her. She moved like she had been in this room a hundred times and was completely familiar with the technology. A moment later, pictures of the scene flashed onto both the monitors embedded into the tables along with all six of the televisions that lined the walls. These photos are quite graphic Mr. President. It's been less than two hours since the crime occurred and we have much more investigating to do, but in my professional opinion, this was a contract hit on the Chief of Staff, she stood and waited for him to digest this information.
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He nodded not looking at the photos for a long moment. Finally he looked up an gulped swallowing his bile and pain. Thank you agent Jacobs. Tell us what else you have please. there will be no questions until you are done. He sat back watching her. Reed and several other field agents looked at each other then at the screen. Sir? Ed looked up at Reed shocked but the President answered first. Yes Agent? I mean no disrespect to Agent Jacobs but this was not a hit. That is an execution. How can you be sure Agent?' Reed sighed. The mission is classified sir but when i was with the SEALs we came across several bodies that had been killed exactly in that manner. We never found out how but we did learn why. Franks stared at Reed. Are you sure? Reed nodded and gestured at the agents he had looked at then at Secretary Mustang. Yes sir. Secretary Mustang could provide you with the necessary information. As could many of the directors in the room. it was a joint operation that we spearheaded in the Middle East going after the Ace of Spades. Franks sighed. Ahhh. Reed and the others nodded as they could give no more information. The President looked at the nearest Director, who happened to be that of the CIA who looked at Reed. 'The operation name? Exchange sir. The man winced but nodded and used the desk phone to make a call. A moment later a document image appeared on the board before Emily. Access the file Agent Jacobs. The President nodded at the SCIF sign glowing above the door.
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What the hell, Emily thought to herself. Her first reaction was anger. They were going to pull her off this case because she didn't have clearance for covert operations of the military. Then the agent that had taken her gun and cell phone started to speak. Her bright blue eyes narrowed at him, but then her mouth lost all its moisture when she heard about the Ace of Spades. She, along with the rest of America that had been glued to their televisions, knew exactly who the Ace of Spades was. Maybe getting bumped from the case wouldn't be too bad. She could go back to chasing serial killers which happened to be her forte. Before she could get too far into her plans for bowing out of the investigation, the President's words snapped her to attention. Yes, sir, she replied without even thinking. Part of her training to simply obey a commanding officer. It was a reflex more than a decision. Her fingers glided across the screen below her and she gracefully sat down so she could read the file on the screen along with everyone else in the room. Who knew a top secret file could be written so eloquently.
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Nothign was redacted which was beyond rare but the CIA knew better than to argue with the President right now. The mission had taken place in Iraq of course. They had snuck into Baghdad almost with ease and had been on the point of taking the target when they had been discovered. They had escaped at the cost of many Iraqi lives and fortunately no losses of their own but they had been unable to complete the mission. The part that mattered to the briefing was an excerpt about the infiltration part of the mission. As they had entered the city they had found a number of bodies shot with a similar weapon in the precisely same manner and locations. They of course had no been able to examine the bodies but they had taken a few pictures at the request of command though they had stripped the bodies and hidden an identifying marks first. Reed spoke up and pointed at the pictures of the victims. We were amazed at the precision of the shots and the size of the bullets. We had not seen hollow points that large then. That is all I can offer Agent Jacobs. He fell silent and let her continue.
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Alright, so maybe this guy wasn't trying to show her up. The girl had met with a fair amount of resistance from the opposite sex when she had joined the FBI. The pictures on the screen didn't really effect her much. She had seen bodies mutiliated a hundred different ways. And bodies of men fighting a war were not tragic losses seeing as they were on the opposing side. Emily gave the Secret Service agent a respectful nod and looked over a few more pictures along with glancing back at the report. The wounds are identical along with the placement of the shots. It's almost impossible to tell which shot was first. But you can see that there are five shots in total - one to the groin, stomach, right lung, heart and forehead, Emily noted from the pictures of both scenes. All casings were recovered at the scene. So bullet matches aren't a concern for the shooter. She lifted her gaze from the screen and stared directly at the President. If I can be candid, Mr. President. I don't think the Chief of Staff is going to be the last. Bolstered security for everyone in your administration is probably a good idea.
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The director of the Secret Service and her own Director leaned forward. We have accounted for every other member of the administration and everyone in Congress sir. We had agents guarding them already. Franks nodded then turned back to Jacobs and pointed at the wound on Peter's side. What caused that Agent Jacobs? Reed cocked his head studying the wound but unable to tell from the photo as the autopsy photos had not yet been registered. Everyone waited for the answer silently.
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We don't have the autopsy report back yet, Mr. President. We'll know more once we have the medical examiner's findings, she said and it was clear she was holding something back. Emily glanced at Lincoln and knew that if she overstepped the line, she would find herself pushing papers in Smalltown, Kansas or something. She treaded carefully. My guess would be some kind of knife, Mr. President. They would have wanted some kind of proof, she swallowed hard and continued. It's my bet the killer took a piece of the Chief of Staff as proof of the deed. Her gaze moved off the President mostly because she could see the disgust in his eyes. They stopped abruptly on the Secret Service agent to see if he agreed with her assessment.
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Reed cocked his head and lightly shook his head. He knew what she was holding back. This was the wound Peter had been holding when he ran which was why his hand was bloody. This could have been a knife but it had definitely not been premortum. The President turned and looked at Reed. What is your name Agent? Reed Barnes sir. I guard Secretary Mustang. Ed I am going lend him out to the FBI as a special consultant and investigator on this case. Objections? Of course not sir. I'm sure Reed will be a great help. Do you object Agent Barnes? Of course not sir. Franks nodded then looked down at the phone that had begun to ring. He answered and sighed then nodded. On my way dear. Thank you. He hung up then stood. Alright. I want you all you establish the setup for protective details and o want you doing everything and anything you can to catch this monster. preferably before he kills again. Good luck and God bless you all. Everyone stood. And you sir. Franks nodded and left the room with his detail. He was still hurting but he walked with more purpose and power again. His people would find the killer. He was sure of it. Reed nodded to Ed then moved to Emily's side. What really caused that wound? That's older than the gunshots.
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Fantastic, a babysitter, Emily thought to herself. She didn't need backup on this. Hell, one of the primary reasons she joined the FBI was that a partner was not a requirement of the agency. And now she had one despite it. The Secret Service agent seemed pretty well-versed in the ways of the land and had an extensive knowledge of Iraqi counter-intelligence. Maybe he was just testing her. I can't be sure until we visit the medical examiner, but my guess would be a Jambiya. It's a traditional dagger from Iraq. It has a pretty unique cut to it. And I've seen it in a few cases of ritualistic killings of extremists, she said as she stood up from the table. She had only taken two steps when she turned around to face him. Well, when her face looked into the expansive chest that was in front of her until she tilted her head back a little to look up at him. I didn't really sign up for a partner in this investigation. But since the order came from the President, I don't have much of a choice in the matter. How about we do our own investigating and then get together to compare notes?
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Perhaps. But after we see body either way. Together. He held out the box that held her things. Deal? He smiled at her his green eyes glowing and lead her out of the room then up to his car driving to the Hoover building in silence and going down to Autopsy. The medical examiner would not tell him anything but with his new status he could not be sent away and he got a good luck at the wound. No no. That is no knife wound. The medical examiner blinked but nodded. That's right. This made was in a rather brutal vehicle collision before he was chased down and shot. That wound is from the shrapnel of his vehicle as it crushed into him. It did no true damage but it was incredibly painful and slowed him for the shooter. Reed sighed. Just great. No evidence to track him with.
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Poor Reed, he might be a kick ass soldier and he was certainly easy on the eyes, but he had little faith. Emily walked to the side of the room and pulled her cell phone out. It rang once and then she started to speak. Hey Jessica, Jacobs here. Yes, I got them. Thank you. I need a favor. I know, I know, I always need a favor. But I did hook you up with a reasonable attractive federal agent two weeks ago so I think you owe me one. She was quite a moment and then continued. I need you to pull the traffic cameras for last night from 1000 p.m. until 230 a.m. for the intersection of Grant and Maple and then back out from there a half of a mile radius. Yes, Im looking for any kind of fender benders or maybe a pedestrian hit and run. Sure. Send it to my phone when youve got it. There was another pause and she smiled. No. I dont have anyone new to fix you up with yet. Her eyes met Reeds and she smiled. But who knows. Maybe something will turn up soon. Thanks, Jess, she said and terminated the call. Pulling her notes from her pocket and jotting down a few more things. Thanks, Doctor. Youve been a huge help. Let me know if you come across anything else. And with that, she was headed for the door. Jessica would work her magic and Emily would soon have a license number or at the very least, the make and model of the car.
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Reed smirked as Emily went out the door. Yes thank you doctor. Would you please call me if you find anything else? After you call Agent Jacobs of course. He handed over a note with his number smiling at the doctor's nod then went to the door to his own car making a call. Mike? I need some help. I think we have a goteam here in D.C. You are the expert. Yeah I'll be there in a few minutes. He made another call. Agent Jacobs? If you want to learn some more about your likely killer then meet me at this address. he gave her the address then hung up before she could argue.
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Reed was starting to get under her skin already. He was not helping this investigation at all. It just solidified Emily's conviction that she didn't need a partner. They were always getting in the way. Besides, she might come to care about someone and she would never allow that to happen. Every time she started to care about someone, they ended up dead. She wasn't about to go through that again. Putting the address into the GPS on her car and heading out. It took her less than 15 minutes to reach the destination. She had driven by slowly and parked at the end of the street. There was nothing remarkable about the house in any way. In fact, it was pretty much a carbon copy of three other houses on this block. Emily grabbed her badge, slid it into the pocket of her pants and opened the door. Flipping the small leather strap against her hip that held her gun into the holster as she got out of the car. A moment later, she was walking down the street. It occurred to her that this was probably not the best plan. After all, it was nearly 330 a.m. and she had no backup. But Reed certainly wouldn't have given her the address to a place he knew that she couldn't handle on her own. She gave him that much credit at least.
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Reed stepped out of the shadows of the porch. Agent Jacobs. He smiled and lead her to the door which slid open to reveal a scrawny old man. Mike Draven FBI Agent Emily Jacobs. Mike nodded and lead them inside the door shutting behind them. he turned on a light and revealed a room filled with documents, maps, pictures, and all sorts of other identifiers or tracking records. Bits of string connected them but everything was laid out in a orderly and logical manner. Reed found them two chairs and sat in one while Mike began to explain without any introductions though he did give some background. During the Cold War a number of nations put together what I call goteams. They were individual squads capable of handling basically any mission though each specialized in certain tasks. Bombings, kidnappings, rescues, sanctions, and so on. I am not sure which nations had at least one but I do know which countries never did. And that includes Iraq and most of the Middle East. As well as most of Southeast Asia Indonesia, most African, Central American, and South American nations and the smallest European nations. Beyond that I am not sure. But your kill- Reed snarled. Mike... So i hacked in. Shut up. Reed sighed but said no more. Anyway your kill was the work of one of these teams I am sure of it. I believe one of the Asian Teams. So it could be Russia, China, Japan, India, Saudi Arabia, Isreal, Turkey, or a few others. Im not sure what else I can tell you. Here. He handed Emily a large file on the teams mentioned and the possible teams from other nations. Any questions? Reed said nothing watching her.
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Of course he was there. Reed escorted her in and introduced her to some old guy that had probably been one of the guys dancing around naked at Woodstock. He certainly looked like he still partook in 420 day. When the light was turned on and she surveyed the room, she had one thought conspiracy theorist. Emily had studied plenty in the academy about these types of people. They often found the smallest thing and then turned it into a government cover up or alien abduction. She had to give the old man credit though, it was very organized. Reed brought a chair over, but she never used it. Instead, she floated from one stack of paperwork to the next. Followed strings from one theory to another that seemed even less plausible than the first. Emily listened closely as the man spoke about these teams of trained individuals that had a specific skillset to pull off anything their country needed them to do. She had no doubt that what he was saying was 100 accurate. When he mentioned hacking into the FBI server, she smiled. Alright, so maybe the old man didnt spend 90 of his day wasted. Perhaps it was only 70. But it was no small feat to hack into the FBIs mainframe. She took the file folder and started to leaf through it. This is all a great story Mr. Draven, but how can you be so certain? Maybe its just a few Chinese extremist who had an opening to stir the pot and took it. Or, maybe the Chief of Staff was sticking his nose or other protruding pieces of his body into places he shouldnt have. Not too many trained soldiers go for a groin shot. That seems a little more personal to me. Emily leaned back against the table and continued to look through the folder. There were some pretty interesting things in here. The pictures were blown up to show specific people and there were some very lucid thoughts written under the pictures.