Chapter 14
The National Security Agency Headquarters (NSA)
Security and Counterintelligence Unit
Fort Meade, Maryland
ORAL BUTKUS LOOKED OVER HIS SHOULDER as he left the building. No one was really paying attention to him but his constant fear of being exposed was always there. Maybe it was just his working for the NSA. The place could give you a sense of paranoia. Walking straight down the path in the sunshine, he reached the sidewalk, looked both ways and then jogged across the roadway into the sea of cars that surrounded the buildings. Glancing back again as he turned down the first row of vehicles, he pulled an encrypted, satellite cell phone from his pocket and hit speed dial. He turned in a circle, looking at who was around as he listened to the ringing.
There was a click of som
