Larnaca, CyprusC
hief of Mission Rich Groscost was idly staring out his office window trying to figure out how he would break some disturbing news to Chan Dwyer Davis when the door to his office flew open. Chan stormed in followed by Fatima Osman waving a piece of paper. “Read that.” She slapped the paper on his desk and dropped into a chair.
“It came in late last night on the Horiya net. Fatima just got it all translated.” Chan yawned and stretched. They pulled an all-nighter waiting for the response to their message containing the Arabic substitution code. “The Scimitar substitute is already in Baalbek with the samples and ready for the meet. She’s holding until we send her the courier description.”
“She? What’s that supposed to mean, Chan?”
“We think the Scimitar sub could be a fema
