Ryan and I walked out of the White House Situation Room and took the elevator up to the main floor. The hallway of the West Wing has seemingly quieted down, not a whisper or movement can be heard. Timothy paced with me, keeping his guard high on detail due to the recent and unknown threat in the White House. Oliver, my chief of staff, kept close beside me as well, continuously updating me with anything that requires my attention. He already has his automatic firearm on his side, ready to fire at any intruders that could still be here in the White House. The four of us entered the office without getting shot or spooked.
"This is Agent Brock, talk to me." he said as I set up my computer.
"We're lucky that you have this kind of software." Ryan told me.
"Any voice expert can have this kind of technology." I pointed out.
"We can't outsource this." Ryan said. "Especially when Volodin's assassin is still at large."
"Still I understand your concern." I nodded, uploading the voice recording into the software. "Downloading the voice database now."
"Has the White Wolf encountered Russian spies before?"
"Even if she did, she would have left out something in her journal but the statement is scarce." Pulling up both the software and database side by side the process is able to begin. "There are two samples of voice according to the recordings in the pen."
"The first speaker is clearly an elderly man, but his voice doesn't sound like one."
"Maybe he wasn't just your average old man Ryan. He could be a soldier."
"Can we just listen to the entire recording first? Then we discuss their identity." I glared at Ryan but relented.
"Ok, the Tango?" Timothy asked, his hand pressed against his earpiece. "What? Two Tangos?"
"Not very good news." Oliver said. "Should we move our boss to the bunker?"
"And the two Tangos are related to... are you kidding me?" Timothy said. "Hang on, the two are related to Lone Star's husband?" his words prompted the three of us to look up. "Your tablet Ollie?" my chief of staff handed him his tablet while we waited for the voice sample to be loaded into the software.
"Using the same voice scrambler? This isn't coincidental."
"I know." I said, perching my chin on a hand. "They're trying to fool anyone that they suspected to record their conversations."
"So, the two men have their names listed in the foster care system." said Timothy.
"Are they really expecting us to believe that newspapers cost fifteen million dollars?" Ryan said.
"Ryan, would you fell for it?" I asked him back. The software stopped after the voices are fully descrambled, jumping into the database I have pulled up on my laptop. "Okay, the results are in."
"The younger voice belonged to a certain Sean Adamson."
"MI6 has its suspicions on him for years." I say, reading from the man's profile. "He was on the radar because he isn't a hundred percent British citizen."
"Not a hundred percent? As in-"
"He's a former Soviet." I finished for him. "Fits the second category of my suspect list."
"Can we identify which agent is tasked to spy on him?" Ryan asked.
"Okay, his last known location is at this restaurant at the bank of the River Thames." I looked at the map of London after running his face through the facial recognition database. "I might be able to access their CCTV grid, if they have one." The CCTV footage shows the suspect sitting at a table, a plate of fish and chips with a pint of beer. But my attention turned to the blonde British man seated at the table opposite him. "James?" I asked.
"You know that man?"
"James is one of my childhood friends I have while growing up in London. His father is the former ambassador of the United Kingdom to Norway."
"And he's MI6?"
"According to the words of the MI6 chief he joined the organization the same time I joined the FBI."
"So... a potential colleague you didn't get to work with?"
"That's CIA territory Ryan." I reminded him. "MI6 is more focused on foreign intelligence."
"I know that, but MI6 has also helped us before."
"Hmm... James could be the MI6 agent in charge of tailing our friend here." I say, tapping a finger against the suspect's image in the camera footage. "I can contact him for confirmation."
"Try to call him Isa. We needed more info." Ryan said.
"There's a five hour time difference between Washington DC and London."
"Okay, if you can get a hold on the guy. Call me."
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Russian Roulette
Mistério / Suspense"This is a crossroad Isabella." he said. "There will be no return if you were captured." "Can I even turn back?" I asked.
