Chapter 480

We used the tunnel to the command center, “Jay, what do you have?”

Jay played the recorded phone conversations.

“Damn, play that again,” I said.

“How can anyone be that stupid; this has to be a setup? They had to have found out we are watching,” I said.

Then I had another thought, “Are they really that confident, or over confident?”

“I’m going back to Washington. Vicky, call Ed and Bill, tell them to suit up and be ready to carry out the plan by 2100; monitor and report but wait for command. I will call you,” I said. Then I added, “Find out if there is some way Robert can connect to their net broadcast from NJ.”

It was a good thing I filled the Suburban with fuel on the way home; it was going to be run hard.

I called the task force members to get to Section 12 immediately, before I left the yard.

I called Marty Coeburn, “Have your team watching the new cameras at the learning centers report activity to me every 10 minutes.”

“What’s going on?” he asked.

“Not sure yet, but something,” I replied as I floored the gas on the Suburban and turned on the light package.

I called the State Police, “This is Ambassador Jones of the President’s task force; I need a high speed escort to the White House. I will be coming off the Bay bridge headed west in five minutes,” I said.

“Yes Ma-am just a moment; there are two troopers at the toll booth. Pull off by the admin building; they will be waiting for you. Is this line hands free, can you leave it open?” the voice replied.

“Yes I can,” I replied.

I had called on my personal JBG phone that was linked in the Suburban. The State Department phone was in the console getting fully charged. It was hands free, if I need it while it was in the rack.

I pulled up behind the two trooper cars with the lights on. The trooper from the last car walked back to the Suburban and asked, “Jones, 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue?”

“Yes, that is correct,” I replied.

“Follow me, the other car will come in behind you,” he replied.

Using the State Department phone I called Eric.

“Director Roberson.”

“Eric; pull your surveillance team away from the New Jersey site NOW.”

“OK, I take it something is up,” he replied.

“I’m on my way to Section 12 now; I called in everyone. I have already advised Marty to be watching the center videos. Put your SWAT teams on high alert. Call FBI Johnson for me, have him put his teams on high alert also. As soon as we get it sorted out I will call you. They are either on to us or have committed the dumbest move in world history,” I said.

I concentrated on driving. The normal traffic ran eighty on this stretch of the road, but when I looked at the speedometer it was at 120. We had picked up two transit authority police; they were moving people over as well.

At the main gate I stopped and went to the two State Police cars that had made the whole trip with me, thanked them for their assistance and got a card from each of them.

Agent Tull met me at the gate when I walked back, “Grab your gear, most of your team is already here. I will park it for you,” he said.

In Section 12, members of the team were already looking at live surveillance of the six centers.

The FBI had done an excellent job with the installation. They had chosen new very bright LED street light heads to put the cameras in. They were all wireless and the micro cameras angles were perfect.

“Pull still shots from the video, run it against the known terrorist list and Interpol,” I said.

It was 1930 when I rapped on the table and played the video of the initial call from the phones that Jay had recorded.

The first call was from the Prince to Rafi Quastri and lasted 15 minutes; there was a second person on with the Prince. It was the Prince’s personal spiritual advisor.

The pair ordered Rafi Quastri to conduct a special prayer vigil seeking Allah’s blessings over the terrorists and their weapons for a successful attack against the infidels.

The second call was from Rafi Quastri to the leaders, instructing them of the prayer vigil and to bring all the weapons and all participants to the six learning centers.