Langley, VirginiaT
he man who calls himself Bayer sighed and collected the notes he’d made during a flurry of phone calls from Beirut and from overly-excited action officers running the full gamut of Intelligence agencies. The last call had been from the National Security Advisor personally demanding yet another command performance at the White House.
That could wait, Bayer decided, at least until he got some more details from Evans and from the next Keyhole satellite pass. Early responses from the NRO indicated their bird was over the horizon when things went haywire at Baalbek. The last batch of photo imagery he had showed chaos among the ruins. The Lebanese authorities appeared to be turning the entire area into a massive crime scene.
Something had gone terribly wrong on what should
