Chapter 39
The National Security Agency Headquarters (NSA)
Security and Counterintelligence Unit
Fort Meade, Maryland
Monday Morning
PROJECT DIRECTOR FLYN BEACHER sat in his office on the third floor, tapping a pen on his knee, the scent of the licorice candy he was sucking on floating across the air. A large laptop sat on the desk to his left, running and waiting. Beacher wondered what this was all about – a knock came at his door and a man with salt and pepper hair and goatee peeked his head in, "Mr. Beacher?"
Beacher stood up, "Yes, sir. You're Special Agent Warren Cleaver?"
The man pushed the door open and stepped inside, closing the door behind him, "Yes, sir, I am." He moved across the room to shake hands over the desk and exchange the social niceties.
Gesturing to the chair
