Steel had caught Stanton in the middle of his lunch, a roast beef sandwich on wholemeal bread from the cantine. He had explained the situation and who he believed the next target to be. Stanton had rushed out of his office and headed down to the war room with Steel still explaining on the cell phone.
‘Get your s**t together; we know who the next target is,’ Stanton said, bashing through the war room doors.
Brena looked up excitedly. At last, progress.
‘I want Edward King secured. The Sentinel is going after him next,’ Stanton ordered, and the agents grabbed their gear and hurried out.
Brena stayed behind for a moment, curious at the new development. There wasn’t due to be a postcard for hours yet, but Stanton seemed to have the information now.
Then it clicked.
Stanton was on the pho
