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The control room was wide and circular with at least a thirty-foot ceiling. Twenty people sat at control consoles or studied large monitors hanging in the center of the room. The guard, Jonathan, stood with his ID badge trembling in his hands. He looked like a man on a first date that had wet his trousers.
Without waiting for an introduction, Jana blurted out, “Everyone listen up! I need your attention! F—B—I. This is a federal investigation. I need your full attention and cooperation right now. Who’s in charge here?”
“Ah, that would be me.” Allen Mize was senior operations chief and was responsible for monitoring and controlling the operation of the reactor. “Ah, what, who are you?”
“Special Agent Jana Baker, FBI. This is a federal investigation and there is precious little time. W
