SOMEWHERE IN NEW YORK, Giorgio Gomez, otherwise known as G, was summoned to the National Security Agency office of his former big boss at the New York SWAT.
Lt. ‘Sharkie’ Flanagan had moved on to combat domestic and international terrorism full-on, leaving behind the elite tactical police unit.
G, an American of Puerto Rican descent, had also jumped ship to the NSA as a desk intelligence analyst, a giant leap away from the physicality of elite policing.
The attraction to G of joining the NSA was the chance to use his hacking skill and to put his analytical mind to good use. The fact that the intelligence agency pursued his services also stroked his ego.
‘Hey, Boss,’ he said as he entered the conference room.
His smile faded when he spotted Dir. Blake Hinton, the silver-haired head hon
