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around, examining different pieces of code on their screens. Jim saw Twink and Brett outside Locke’s office waiting for him. “What’s going on?” Jim asked after he walked over to them. Both of them shrugged.
     
    Locke came out of his office accompanied by his assistant Chris. “Gentlemen, come with me.” Locke headed further back to his private conference room and the men followed suit.
     
    Coyle kept his eyes on one of the female petty officers who just so happened to be bending over to pick up a file she dropped. Coyle started grabbing at Twink’s arm to get him to turn around and look. Twink smacked Coyle in the back of the head and pushed him forward.
     
    When they entered the conference room Locke handed each of them a manila folder. Chris whispered something in Locke’s ear and then left the room. “What you have in your hands is a piece of intelligence we just received from Samantha Kearny a little less than an hour ago,” Locke said.
     
    Jim’s head popped up at the sound of her name. “How’d she get this?” he blurted out.
     
    Locke turned on the conference room screen and a picture of the lawyer that had delivered the code to Samantha appeared. “Kevin Mears,” Locke said. “He was the one who dropped it off to her. Now, we checked his background when he called the military aid to get Samantha’s address and he turned up clean.”
     
    “You let someone go and visit her?” Jim’s voice tensed up as he stared Locke down.
     
    “He had a clean background with no ties to anyone we’ve apprehended and we made sure we had agents in the area if anything were to happen,” Locke replied defending himself. He turned back to the screen. “Kevin Mears was an outside hire that Matt Kearny employed to handle his affairs with PamTech, but that’s not the interesting part,” Locke continued. “What’s interesting is that PamTech never knew about Matt’s prearranged agreement with Mears’ law firm.”
     
    “You think Matt wasn’t working for the people we’re looking for then?” Twink asked.
     
    Locke shook his head. “No, I still believe that he had deep ties with the organization we’re hunting. I think the reason he decided to go behind the back of the organization was to help give his family leverage if something ever happened to him,” Locke said. He clicked the remote and the code that Mears had delivered popped on the screen. “This is the code that Mears delivered. Our analysts have deciphered that there is reference to chemical weapons being created, which we could safely assume will be used against us,” he explained.
     
    Coyle perked up and tried to follow along. “So… The bad guys are trying to use chemical warfare?” Coyle half asked, half said.
     
    “Yes, we believe so,” Locke answered.
     
    Brett raised his hand. “So, why are we here?” he asked. “The only one of us that can code is Twink.”
     
    Locke clicked a button and the screen turned off and the lights came back on. He set the remote down and looked at the group, but keeping most of his focus on Jim. “We’re releasing Matt’s body back to Samantha tomorrow, so they can finally have the funeral. You will escort Matt’s remains to her. Once our analysts crack this code we think we’ll be able to figure out who’s in charge, and once we do that we’ll need Samantha to give this code to them as a gesture of good faith,” Locke said.
     
    As soon as the words left Locke’s mouth Jim shot up out of his chair and started to protest. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
     
    The room was dead quiet. Coyle, Brett, and Twink kept glancing around each other and then they all got up and left the room, shutting the door behind them.
     
    Jim and Locke stood off at opposite ends of the conference room table. Jim’s fists were grinding into the wooden table top as Locke stood his ground.
     
    “Jim, I know that you thin-“
     
    “You have no fucking idea what I think about this,” Jim said