Lackland Air Force BaseT
ech Sergeant Sid Atwood was on duty at the monitors when her civilian boss walked into the task force tech-support tank. She was sipping morning coffee, and her brown eyes were glued to the monitor as she motioned for the watch commander to take a look.
“A little action this morning,” she said as Carr gazed over her shoulder. “I don’t know what it means, but this guy…” She pointed at one of the figures that she knew by now was supposedly some kind of Middle Eastern terrorist in training, “…has been doing a lot of talking on a cell phone. He doesn’t look too happy. We’ve seen him take at least two calls, and he’s calling someone right now. Saw him punching numbers. Wish we had the ability to monitor that.”
“We do,” FBI Supervisory Special Agent Joe Carr said. “Yo
