Washington Monument Terror

I walked into holding room, which was divided into two rooms. The interrogation room could be viewed directly through the one way mirror. There were two computers that were set up to the cameras in the interrogation room. Amy was setting everything up and Keith was in the other room, talking to the medical interrogator Travis O'Connor.

James entered the room. "Here's the file, from the picture Carrie sent us, we found him on a watch list."

I hit the intercom button. "Keith, could you come in here?"

Keith pushed the security code, unlocked the door and looked at the file that James handed to him.

"He'll be here in five minutes. I'm going to update DOD and the President on the current situation," James said.

I nodded and he walked out.

Keith handed me the file. I read it over: Riley Cyrus, 46, militia man. Involved in various bio terrorist activities, but unable to convict due to lack of evidence. Lives in Georgia with wife, Sandra Riley and seven kids. There were pictures of him with Grey from 1998. Less than 3 years ago. Cyrus was a short, rounded man, with steel blue eyes, and greasy black hair. He was dressed in a pinstripe suit and looked more like a mob gangster from the forties than a terrorist.

"So, how are you going to handle this?"

"First Travis is going to hook up him and deprive him of his senses for 15-20 minutes. Then I'll question him, play the family card, and then tell him I know what he's up too. Then if I have to I'll get a little rough and threaten medical interrogation."