Langley, Virginia
Special Agent Fulton was covered in a light sweat. He smelled his own scent. The DCI"s waiting room was luxuriant far beyond what one would expect. Instead of the wooden benches typical of government facilities, the DCI had plush leather couches. Fulton suspected the Renoir above the fireplace was an original. Despite these extravagances, the room felt tight and claustrophobic. In moments, Fulton would face the final administrative hurtle in Project Crossfire.
When the receptionist appeared, Fulton jerked slightly. His inability to conceal his stress made him angry. He was a CIA agent, and should have ice water in his veins. He resolved to calm himself. He imagined he had already been fired and accepted his former boss" standing offer at the FBI. Visualizing the worst-c
