Now Drummond sends Cat out to make the pickup. The order will certainly be logged somewhere, but just as certainly the assignment log won’t say anything about me. IrreleCorp, however, they’re smart; they know Cat knows me, and they figure out what her assignment actually is. They now issue an order, through the computer network, to an FRT team to set up on Montlake Boulevard near Roanoke and take out the Tsarina expected to be heading south sometime after 0255. The rationale’s probably something like "magical terrorists, considered extremely dangerous, eliminate before they can get their first spell off." In other words, ambush.