Thread: Methods of Exchange ( AdventureGirl & Greeneyed23)

Great. Just great. This happens tonight. of all nights. I had a date!! Yeah Taggart. I'm sure he got killed just because you had plans tonight. Shut up Reed. Reed Barnes, senior Secret Service and former Special Forces operator, was waiting for his boss outside the Oval office. He did not guard the President but the Secretary of the Navy who had been his commanding officer in the Seals. Taggart guarded the press secretary, Ulysses Nance, while the President's detail stood directly outside the door across from Reed and Taggart while the other Service men and women stood at the other doors. Reed smirked at the Presidential detail who rolled their eyes. Taggart was not Secret Service but private security as the Press Secretary did not like the Secret Service after a showdown the year before when he had wanted to see the President during a crisis but they had refused him. Within the Oval Office the President, Jeremiah Franks, was sitting at his desk his hands linked around his neck his eyes closed his hair in a mess. He had been sleeping with his wife when his personal bodyguard had come in and woke him to tell him the news. Jeremiah had sat up waking his wife. What?! Honey what is it? Peter Braithwaite is dead. Now he sat at his desk unable to truly accept it. He had known Peter since they were both students at Harvard and now he was dead. Peter had been with him his entire career and had been his best friend for more than fifty years. Franks was a professional politician but he was also a rarity, especially in that profession. An honest man. He and Peter had made their bones as it were by fighting corruption from the councilman level right up to the Presidential office. The country had blossomed under the Franks administration largely due to the teamwork of Peter and Jeremiah. Franks looked up at Peter's chief aide, Elana Carroll, and sighed. Well Elana you have a new job. Did you get the Directors and the investigators on their way? She gulped and nodded. Yes sir. The directors of the CIA, NSA, DHS, DEA, ATF, FBI, and the other enforcement and intelligence agencies are on their way in. As well as the agents in charge. I only have one name there for now sir. Emily Jacobs. When will she be arriving? I believe she will be coming with her director sir. Reed's boss, Secretary Edward Mustang, leaned forward, Jere would you like me to bring NCIS in? Peter was former Navy... Franks considered but shook his head. Not directly but have the director come in. I would like them to help if possible. Ed nodded. Of course sir. I already have him coming in We are at your service of course. Franks nodded and sighed. Don't take offense to this Elana but I hope this Jacobs woman is up to the task. What can you tell me about her? Elana smiled. The President was one of the nicest and most polite men she had ever met and his concern for her in the wake of his loss was just so him. It's quite alright sir. But I am afraid i have no data on her. The network is down again. I have the techs working to repair it but... Franks nodded and sighed, standing. We are going to meet in the Situation Room. I want everyone there. Nance? Nance looked up from his notes. Sir? I will be writing my own speech for the funeral. I want everyone to know that i am in mourning for my friend and my prayers and heart are with Peter's family. You may go. Nance blushed but stood to obey stepping out. Taggart sourly fell into step after the man while the others waited for the arrival of the others.