Union Station, Washington DC, January, 2078, Friday…
Most members on Caitlin's country-wide task force ran informants. A tip from Seattle might have repercussions in Memphis, for example, so there was a lot of net traffic that went back and forth. Most of the leads were bogus but the agents had to vet them.
Caitlin had her own informants that she had been running even before she took over the task force. Both of them were deep undercover and neither was an agent. Both were in DC. This sometimes provided an excuse to go home early.
She pulled into the parking lot of Union Station and rushed inside as if she were meeting a train. Once inside she ignored the 19th century elegance of the old station and headed straight for the food court area in the back that stood between the great hall and the tracks. Although they were maglev tracks now, the station hadn't changed that much from the last century when it had been refurbished.
She spotted her man calmly eating strudel and sipping coffee at a table of a little bakery. He was the only client since the bakery mainly served early morning commuters, not late afternoon ones.
Her Christian Soldiers informant motioned to his treat as she sat down.
"Want anything?"
"I'll get a hot dog on the way out. What's up?"
"Something amusing has happened."
"They're not onto you, are they?"
