30
Best Laid Plans
NSA War Room, Fort Meade, Maryland.
“Sir?” Knuckles said as he burst into the room. Uncle Bill stopped midsentence. He and a dozen other men, all military commanders seated around the long, oval table looked up. “Oh, sorry.”
Bill exhaled. “Well that’s okay, son. It’s not as though this briefing is about national security matters. In fact, we were discussing knitting patterns.”
Knuckles swallowed. “Yes, sir. There’s something you should see. Right now, sir.”
Uncle Bill said, “Won’t you excuse me, gentlemen? Duty calls.”
Bill kept pace as Knuckles speed-walked into the vast command center. “It’s here, sir, on monitor seven,” he said as he pointed to one of the myriad of oversized computer screen suspended from the high ceiling. “There, in the center of the screen.”
