Chapter Ten
Undisclosed Location, New York
The General pledged allegiance to no country.
With a small box in one hand, Denton stepped inside the office of the six-star general—a rank that didn’t officially exist. In some ways, the Fifth Column itself didn’t exist either. It had no flag, no symbol; it was simply shorthand for the Western military-intelligence amalgam that controlled a sizable chunk of mankind with the lingering scent of freedom and democracy. As an esteemed member, Denton had worn many faces and carried the badges of many agencies.
Yet for someone who was arguably the most powerful person in the world, the General kept his office surprisingly bare. A desk, a computer and … well, that was it. The desk was smoked glass and the walls were charcoal. Oh, there’s a new chair
