Tuesday. Unknown.
SKILTON DRUMMED HIS FINGERS on the desk.
This next task would be the worst. Every update from his CIA resources was more and more problematic. When he'd first been appraised of the joint task force, he'd assigned resources and put it out of his mind. This wasn't the first time a government agency had set out to investigate events Skilton had orchestrated, but it was the most annoying. They'd already interfered with several plans in the works and eliminated Skilton's pet team of guard dogs.
Nothing to do but rip the bandage off and handle them himself. Perhaps it was something he could do while addressing his problematic senator?
He opened the report and skimmed the first few lines.
"They're-what?" he snarled and reread it all again.
How did they know? Where was this information coming from? And why were his people just now learning of it?
Events were in motion that could not be stopped.
He read the rest of the report once, then the full thing again.