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questions at her, but she remained silent through the breaks in the water’s flow over her face.
     
    “We’re not getting anywhere, Locke,” Jim said over the gurgled chokes and coughs coming through the speaker system.
     
    “It’s going to take time, Jim. You yourself said they were well organized. Whatever it was they had planned they’d been preparing for a long time,” Locke said.
     
    “We have over twenty members of this organization and we don’t know who’s in charge, why they attacked us, or what they have planned next,” Jim replied sounding agitated.
     
    “Jim,” Locke started as he turned his back to the interrogation, “the President’s ordered all reservists into active duty and brought home sixty percent of our soldiers from foreign bases to help re-establish order.”
     
    Jim shook his head. “If these people are as deep as we think they are then why is it so hard to believe that this could be what they want?”
     
    Locke exhaled and turned back to the interrogation scene that now had Kate coughing up water over her and the two men in the room with them shoving more pictures in her face. “How are the sessions going?” Locke inquired.
     
    Jim looked away from the General back through the one-way glass. “I stopped going,” Jim responded.
     
    Locke heaved a sigh. “Jim, it’s important you go. What happened to you and your fam-“
     
    “She was going to kill him,” Jim cut him off nodding to Kate in the room.
     
    “What?” asked Locke.
     
    “She had a knife to her husband’s throat. If it came down to it she was going to kill him,” Jim said. “These people don’t care about threats. They don’t care about their families. He turned to leave. “You’re not going to get anything out of her.”
     
    “Go to the sessions, Jim,” Locke said. “It’ll help.”
     
    “There isn’t anything that can help me now.” Jim closed the door and left Locke by himself watching the cloth go over Kate’s head one more time as she struggled against the water poured from the bucket onto her face.
     

Chapter II
     
    Chase Brenner, dressed in a fine dark gray suit, crisp white shirt and black tie, watched the news report coming in on the television. All the news channels were in an uproar about the same thing. Military abductions on civilians without warrant or probable cause were causing a hell storm in the media.
     
    The light from the parlor chandelier kept catching the diamonds in Chase’s watch as he poured bourbon, neat, into a crystal glass.
     
    Two other men sat across the couches as they sipped on drinks of their own. The elderly of the two men tapped his index finger on the armrest as he watched the interview between the reporter and a military official from the Pentagon. The other man, younger than Chase, was focused on an article in the Wall Street Journal.
     
    “We could use that,” Chase said sipping from his drink and catching the attention of his guests.
     
    Chase made his way over to the chair across from where the couch the two me were sitting on. He folded one leg over the other as he swirled the brown liquid in his glass, relishing and sniffing its contents.
     
    “Sir, it’s too soon to go public. We’ll risk exposing ourselves,” the elderly gentleman said.
     
    Chase gave a smile. “We’re not going public, Congressman,” Chase reassured him. “Who do we know on the appropriations committee?” he asked.
     
    The Congressman thought for a moment. “We have Wessick and Furth on that committee, sir.”
     
    The younger man next to the Congressman put the paper down and leaned forward, intrigued. “Leverage?” he asked.
     
    “Precisely,” Chase responded. He put his glass down and folded his hands in his lap. “The media is in a frenzy about the lack of constitutional rights our country seems to be going through. We’ll have our liberal friends push this as far as they can, trying to pass legislation through that’ll require more