Dicing With Death A Lex Jackson novel 2.3

Chapter 10: Somewhere a true believer is planning to kill you

Washington, Dc

Lex's Pov

I walked through the terminal in Ronald Reagan International Airport, making my way over to the escalator to take it down  to the costumes area, before I rented a vehicle. I blended into a group of some people trying not to get spotted on any of the CCTV cameras.

After I ventured over to one of the custom officials at the Booth. I handed him my passport under my cover, as a security consultant as he took and opened it up studying it. The customs official looked up at me and put the passport down before he spoke.

"Mr. Rolland what brings to here pleasure or business?" The customs officer asked me.

"A little of both of me," I replied

The customs officer handed me back my passport, as I grabbed it walking through into the main part of the airport. It was crowded, with people walking everywhere. Which was good? I ventured over to Hertz's rental counter. The clerk looked up from whatever he was doing?

"Hello, I would I rent one of your Dodge Rams please?" I asked.

The clerk reached underneath the counter, bringing up the keys and handing them to me. I grabbed them, heading out through the front doors of the airport  with David's book in my hand and the keys in the other hand. Strolling over to the car rental parking lot, I knew that the best way to see Director Hamilton was at her home.

Getting inside the CIA would to be risky and hard, something I didn't want to do. So my best option was her home. I needed to find more out about this Resistance, and what they where  upto . My instinct told me that several things weren't what they seemed.

Everything was pointing to the Russians. Or maybe it was some element within the GRU?

The thing one that did make senseto me  was the Orsis SE-T 500 Russia's new sniper had been modified for 60 Caliber rounds. I walked over to the Ford Ram and climbed in, closing the door behind me.

I drove up the streets through the city, passing by the FBI headquarters, Dupont Circle, and the White House as I drove into Georgetown where Director Hamilton lived. I had no idea? where her house was.? So I had Nicky look up the address on her laptop.

I turned down a couple of blocks before coming to an elegant, expensive looking mansion and parked a couple of streets down.

Stepping out, I grabbed David's book, making my way over to the gate. I moved quietly and quickly along the fence, and into the yard before I entered the mansion. Then I sprinted for the door and pulled out my lock pit kit lock and picked out a pit to use.

I gently picked the lock as the lock slowly turned, and the door opened. I made way over to the security system didn't want to know the code was so I disconnected the wires attached to. I walked into the family room , as I glanced at the pictures on the wall of her and former presidents from Clinton to Bush to Obama and Roberts.

Pretty impressive I thought, but I guess that's what made her a good Director of National Intelligence. I ventured over to an armchair near a table, withdrew my suppressed Glock placing on the table and sat down with the book in the hands.

Director Hamilton Pov

Laurette rose from her massive desk on the eleventh floor of the Central Intelligence Agency headquarters, as her phone rang on her desk. She glanced down at the display number on the screen. It was a security service;she wondered what they Wanted. She grabbed the phone before she spoke.

"This is Director Hamilton what happened," Laurette asked.

" Madame Director your security system didn't go off, and one of your neighbors spotted a dodge Ram parked a couple of blocks down the street, "The security man told her.