The Toulouse restaurant adjacent to Capitol Hill has "politically incorrect" delicacies such as calf and red meat in white sauce. This makes this restaurant the first choice for working breakfasts for the elites of Washington. It is really laughable. This morning, the Toulouse Hotel was busy again-the sound of harsh silver tableware, the turning of the coffee machine, and the sound of conversations using mobile phones were all intertwined.
The restaurant owner sipped a lipstick of Mary's mixed wine while people were not paying attention. At this moment, a woman walked in.
The woman was very charming, thirty-four-five years old, wearing a creamy white Laura Ashley jacket on top, gray pleated flannel trousers on bottom, and a pair of not-so-fashionable flat shoes. She stood there, very tall and upright—with her chin lifted slightly—not arrogant, but sturdy. The woman’s hair is slightly hazel, and the hairstyle is the most popular in Washington-that is the kind of TV presenters-with thick hair, curled shoulder-length in the direction of the right length. There is no shortage of sexy, but also makes people feel that she is extraordinary.
She is Rachel Sexton, the daughter of Senator Sexton.
"You are welcome, Ms. Sexton."
The boss led the senator's daughter through the dining area, and the eyes of many men immediately focused on the woman...This made the boss feel uncomfortable. Some people are fairly well-mannered, while others are different. There are already few women dining in Toulouse restaurants, and there are even fewer women like Rachel Sexton.
Rachel came to his father's dining table, and the senator was talking to his mobile phone about how he had recently passed five rounds. He just raised his eyelids and glanced at Rachel, then tapped on the Kadia watch in his hand to signal that she was late.
I miss you too, Rachel thought.
Rachel's father was originally named Thomas, but he had long replaced him with a middle name. Rachel guessed it was because his middle name rhymed with his last name. Senator Sedgwick Sexton. Don't look at his silver hair, he is a clever politician. He was once disguised as a sly doctor in a soap opera. Considering his acting talent, that look is really appropriate.
Seeing her, her father snapped off the phone, got up and kissed her.
But Rachel did not kiss him back.
She had known for a long time that her father would not let her come if he had no secret purpose.
Sexton took a sip of coffee and asked how the State Department guy he had introduced to Rachel felt.
Rachel politely declined. She knew that if her father wanted to see her, there must be something more important than this.
Under her father's scrutiny, Rachel felt that part of her refusal was over. She really cursed her father's authority. This look is his father's housekeeping skill-this skill, Rachel suspects, might lead his father into the White House. If necessary, he can burst into tears in his eyes at once, and for a while, those eyes will be tearless, opening a window of the passionate soul and extending the bond of trust to everyone. These are all for trust's sake. His father always said that. Senator Sexton had lost Rachel's trust years ago, but he quickly won the trust of the people across the country.
Sure enough, Senator Sexton stated the purpose of this trip. It turned out that he felt that his daughter's job in Fairfax was working for the president, which affected his election, so he wanted her to resign. Rachel rejected his father's proposal in one fell swoop.
At this moment, a reporter appeared next to him. Facing the reporters of the "Washington Post", Senator Sexton suddenly showed a hypocritical smile, answering the reporter's interviews in a sophisticated manner.
The reporter took out the mini-recorder, turned it on, and said: "Senator, your TV campaign calls for legislation to ensure equal pay for men and women for equal work... Also, tax cuts for newly formed families. Can you tell us why you want to Do you do this?"
"Of course. I just want women and families to be strong."
Rachel, who was eating a croissant, almost didn't choke.
"Also, on the family issue," the reporter asked, "You have made a lot of comments on education. You suggest to cut some controversial budgets in order to allocate more funds for our country's schools."
"I believe that children are our future."
Rachel couldn't believe his father fell to the point of quoting popular lyrics.
"Sir, there is one last question." The reporter said again, "In the past few weeks, your vote has soared, which has made the president quite troubled. What do you think of your recent success?"
"I think this is inseparable from the word integrity. The American people have now seen that the president has no integrity in dealing with the difficult problems facing the country. The out-of-control government spending is making the country debt-rich. People have realized that it is coming. It's time to'stop spending' and'start improving'."
Rachel endured the torment next to her profanity father, as if intentionally making her escape for a while, the pager in her handbag suddenly beeped. She received a reliable text message.
This sound also reminded the reporter to change the subject. The reporter stared at Senator Sexton and asked slyly: "Sir, may I ask, how did you and Ling Ai handle the conflict of interest between you?"
The reporter’s question is what the group of interviewers usually call the "grapefruit"--a question that seems to make things difficult, but is actually extremely beneficial to the senator. He has prepared a line--it was her father who asked someone to let him deliberately. Then he hit the ball out of the field all at once, and finally won a full house.
The reporter coughed lightly and said embarrassingly: "This conflict is that Ling Ai is playing for your opponent."
Senator Sexton's attitude immediately eased, and he laughed heartily: "First of all, the President and I are not rivals. We are just two patriots who disagree on how to manage the country we love. Secondly. My daughter is not employed by the president. She is employed by the intelligence service. She compiles the information and presents it to the White House. This is a very low position." Senator Sexton paused and looked at it. Watching Rachel went on to say, "Actually, my dear, I don't think you have even seen the President, is that right?"
Rachel stared, angrily. However, the scream of the pager turned her attention to the information on the LCD screen.
——RPRTDIRNROSTAT--
Rachel immediately deciphered the text message and frowned. This information was beyond her expectation, which was basically bad news, but she finally found a reason to get out. When Rachel got up to leave, the reporter reluctantly asked: "Ms. Sexton, it is rumored that your appointment with your father to have breakfast today is to discuss the possibility of quitting your current job to help his father in the campaign. , Can you comment?"
From her father’s triumphant smile, Rachel was aware that the problem was premeditated, and scolded the reporter: "No matter what the fuck you are, listen up: I didn’t give up what I am now. Work and plan to play for Senator Sexton. If you want to express the opposite, you have to get a shoehorn and dig out the tape recorder from your asshole."
The reporter was stunned. He turned off the recorder with a click, concealing the smile on his face and said, "Thank you two." Then he disappeared.
Rachel immediately regretted his gaffe. She inherited her father's temper, for which she hated her father. Senator Sexton glared dissatisfiedly, persuading her to be calm. Rachel sarcastically accused her father of not only marrying her mother at her age, but also raped a neighbor, then turned and left and walked straight to the door.
The three people sat silently in the thermal technology anti-storm tent. Outside the tent, a biting cold wind was blowing, as if to uproot the tent, but the three of them didn't care at all. They all could see that the situation in front of them was far more threatening than the raging cold wind.
Although the white tents are not conspicuous, their communication equipment, vehicles and weapons are superb. The leader of the three people is a person code-named "Delta One", this person is muscular, flexible and has eyes
But it looked as desolate as the area he was in.
The military watch on the wrist of Delta One made a scream, and at the same time, the watches on the wrists of the other two people also screamed.
It's time.
Delta One instinctively left his two partners, stepped into the cold night, using infrared telescopes to look at the moonlit horizon, focusing on a thousand meters away from here, towering in this barren place. The place is huge, unbelievable, huge building. Since this thing was established, he has been observing with his action team for ten days. Delta One is sure that the information inside will change the world. Some people have lost their lives to protect this building.
At this moment, the outside of that building looks very quiet.
However, what is happening inside is the real test.
Delta One returned to the tent and said to his two crew members: "It's time to fly around."
Both of them nodded. Delta-2 sat in front of the computer screen, put his hand on an automatic joystick and slammed it. A kilometer away, a mosquito-sized surveillance robot hidden deep under the building received this instruction and immediately became active.
Rachel Sexton drove a white Honda car on the Leesburg highway with unresolved anger. The maple trees in the foothills of Falls Church are unobstructed, stretching out into the clear sky in March, but the tranquil scenery has little effect on quelling Rachel's anger. His father's recent leaps and bounds in the general election should have given him a sense of self-confidence, but it seemed to only arouse his arrogance.
Senator Sedgwick Sexton’s deception made Rachel feel very sad because he was the only one left.
Dear ones. Rachel's mother passed away three years ago. For Rachel, her mother's death seemed like the sky collapsed. The pain still bites her heart. Rachel’s only consolation was that she knew that her mother’s death was like death’s ironic sympathy for her mother, and it liberated her from the nightmare marriage with the senator.
Rachel's pager rang again, pulling her thoughts back to the road ahead. The information she received was exactly the same as the one just now.
——RPRTDIRNROSTAT--
Report to the Director of the State Investigation Bureau immediately. She sighed. Oh my goodness, here I am!
Rachel felt more and more uneasy, and her car drove to the usual exit, turned to the intersection of a sidewalk, and stopped abruptly in front of a heavily guarded sentry box. This is 14225 Leesburg Highway, one of the most secretive places in the United States.
The sentry checked the car, and Rachel stared at the huge complex of buildings in the distance. This one-million-square-foot complex is majestically located in a 68-acre forest outside the Fairfax District of Virginia. The front of the building is a one-way glass wall, which reflects a large number of signal receivers, densely packed antennas and some high-tech facilities on the surrounding ground, making these awesome facilities that are already awe-inspiring. Times.
Two minutes later, Rachel stopped the car, walked through the neatly manicured grass, and came to the main entrance. There was a granite sign with the words engraved on it:
National Reconnaissance Agency
The two Marines standing on either side of the revolving bulletproof door stared straight at Rachel who was walking past them. Rachel had the same feeling every time he walked through this door—a feeling of walking into the belly of a sleeping giant.
Entering the arched hall, Rachel felt the sound of secret conversations softly echoing around him, as if it had permeated from the office above his head. A huge mosaic decorated with tiles marked the mission of the National Reconnaissance Bureau:
During peace and war
Put the United States in a leading position in controlling global information
The walls here are covered with huge photos, all about rocket launches, submarine launching ceremonies, intelligence interceptors, and other outstanding achievements that can only be sung with the door closed.
As usual, Rachel felt that many problems in the outside world were disappearing behind her, and she was walking into an illusory world. In this world, questions roar in like a truck, but the answers are almost whispered out.
Rachel passed the last security check, the guard pressed a button and the giant steel door turned and opened.
Rachel walked through the maze of walkways. Don't look at it for six years, but facing this huge operating system, she still feels a little timid, which shocked her. This organization also includes six permanent U.S. military bases, employing more than 10,000 special agents, and its annual operating expenses exceed 10 billion. The National Reconnaissance Bureau has established a shockingly cutting-edge espionage technology treasure house under top-secret conditions: global electronic intelligence interceptors, spy satellites, silent embedded relay chips in telecommunications products, and even the so-called "classic" The "Wizards Utility" global naval reconnaissance network, which is a secret network of 1,456 underwater sound detectors installed on the seabed of the world, can monitor the activities of ships anywhere in the world.
The technical equipment of the National Investigation Bureau not only helps the United States to remain invincible in military conflicts, but also provides a steady stream of information in peacetime for the Central Intelligence Agency, the National Security Agency, and the Department of Defense to help them defeat terrorism. , To position the crime of damaging the environment and provide policy makers with the information they need to make informed decisions in the face of a mountain of problems.
What Rachel is doing here is the job of an "intelligence analyst." Analysis, or information summarization, needs to analyze complex reports, filter the essence or "points" of the materials, and form a concise single-page report. Facts have proved that Rachel is very talented in this regard. This is all thanks to the summarization and sorting of the father’s lies in those years.
In this way, Rachel occupies the prominent post of the National Investigation Bureau-the intelligence liaison of the White House. She must carefully screen the daily intelligence reports of the National Investigation Bureau to determine which situations are related to the president, distill those reports into one-page reports, and then send the summary materials to the president’s national security adviser. Rachel is dedicated to this job. In the words of the National Investigation Bureau, Rachel Sexton "produces the finished product and directly serves that client."
Although this job is difficult and requires a long time to work every day, it is like a medal of honor for Rachel, a way to maintain his independence from his father. Senator Sexton has suggested countless times that as long as Rachel gives up this job, he will provide her with everything she needs, but Rachel has no intention of relying on things like Sedgwick Seck financially. A man like Ston. What happens if you rely on a man who holds too many cards in his hand? Her mother is a good example.
The call of Rachel's pager echoed in the marble corridor.
Why is it ringing again? She didn't care what information it was.
Rachel walked into the elevator while thinking about what was going on. She did not go back to the floor where she was working, but went straight to the top floor.
To call the Director of the National Investigation Bureau a frank person is an exaggeration. The head of the National Investigation Bureau, William Pickering, has a pocket-sized figure. He has fair skin, an easily forgotten face, a bald head and hazel eyes. Although his eyes can examine the country's deepest secrets, they look like two shallow ponds. However, for those employees who work under him, Pickering is a person who must look up. Pickering is low-key, obedient and simple, which is well-known in the National Investigation Bureau. This man was silent and conscientious, plus a black outfit. Everyone gave him a nickname called "Su Mo". Pickering is an excellent strategist and a model of efficiency. He manages his world with unparalleled sobriety. His "mantra" is: "Find the truth and act immediately."
When Rachel arrived at the director's office, director Pickering was on the phone. Rachel couldn't figure it out every time he saw him: William Pickering could wake the president from his sleep at any time, and he didn't seem to be a man with such power.
Pickering hung up and beckoned Rachel to enter. "Agent Sexton, please sit down." His throat was obviously sore.
"Thank you, sir." Rachel sat down.
Although the people around Pickering didn't feel comfortable with his blunt behavior, Rachel had always liked him. He and Rachel’s father are in sharp contrast...Both of them are shameless, but their personalities are far apart. Pickering is doing his own work with a selfless patriotism, trying to avoid showing the limelight. That's what her father was passionate about.
Pickering took off his glasses, stared at Rachel and said, "Agent Sexton, the President called me half an hour ago. It has a direct relationship with you."
Rachel changed his sitting position. Pickering has always been known for being straight to the point, no, here it comes again. "The President wants to see you, see you in person, and see you immediately."
Rachel couldn't understand. Pickering stood up, pacing in front of the window, "He told me to contact you immediately and send you to see him. He has sent transportation and is waiting outside."
Rachel frowned. The president's request is nothing to make people nervous, but the caring look on Pickering's face makes her anxious. Pickering analyzed with suspicion: "Your Excellency's arrangements seem to have not been considered. You are the daughter of the man who is currently running for the master position of the White House, and he wants to see you privately? I think this is too inappropriate. Of course, your father will undoubtedly have no objections."
William Pickering does not conceal his views on those short-lived puppet politicians who flashed on the poker table, but it was people like Pickering who really played cards—someone who had a vision, had been in politics for many years, and knew how to play. Experienced player of the rules of the game. After serving two terms in the White House, Pickering often said that it is still not enough to understand the intricacies of global politics.
Rachel suspected that the president needed to compress some sensitive material before summoning her, but Pickering was still very suspicious: If that were the case, the White House had qualified intelligence analysts, and if needed, he could do it at his fingertips. If it is an internal affairs, the president should know more clearly, and he doesn't need to go to Rachel. If not, of course he is looking for a National Reconnaissance Agency asset-Pickering calls all his subordinates an asset. But why didn't he let me know what he did with Rachel.
Considering that Rachel and her father, the president’s rival father and daughter, were in harmony, Pickering worried that the White House wanted to use Rachel and strongly recommended that Rachel reject the meeting.
Obviously, Rachel could not refuse the president's request.
Out of caring for his subordinates, Pickering finally proposed to Rachel not to agree to any request from the president. Once the president has any conspiracy, call him immediately, and he will help Rachel quickly beg for the embarrassment.
Rachel thanked the director and was about to take the car sent by the president. He was surprised to find that although it was only 15 kilometers away from the special zone, the president had sent one of the fastest helicopters in history. -An MH-60G "Paving Eagle" helicopter with a short and flat top and decorated with the White House logo.
Four minutes later, Rachel Sexton walked out of the National Reconnaissance Bureau and climbed into the helicopter waiting outside. Before she buckled her seat belt, the Paving Eagle had risen into the air, tilted its fuselage, and flew quickly through the jungle of Virginia. Rachel stared at the trees galloping by below, feeling the pulse speeding up. If she knew that the plane would never reach the White House, her pulse would have accelerated.
Although the biting cold wind violently blew the thermal technology anti-storm tent, Delta One barely noticed it. Both he and Delta III focused on the comrade who was skillfully manipulating the control lever of the micro robot. The scene in front of the screen was broadcasted by a pinhole camera mounted on the miniature robot.
Micro-electromechanical systems, or micro-robots, are the latest high-tech surveillance tools. People call it "undetected observation technology."
The PH2 robot that is flying on Delta 2 is only one centimeter long-about the size of a mosquito, and has two pairs of transparent silicon foil wings attached, which makes it unparalleled in the flexibility and efficiency of moving in the air.
This new type of robot can be charged as long as it stops within a few inches of the magnetic field. What's more convenient is that in modern society, magnetic fields can be seen everywhere, and there are hidden installations-power sockets, computer monitors, electric locomotives, microphones and mobile phones. There seems to be no shortage of hidden charging stations. Once the micro robot successfully enters a certain area, it can transmit sound and images almost unlimitedly. The PH2 robot used by the Delta Force has been transmitting non-stop for more than a week, and there has not been any situation so far. At this moment, the miniature flying robot hung silently in the silent mid-air in the center of the huge dome like a bug patrolling the big and deep barn. The robot looked down from the air, hovering above unconscious people—technicians, scientists, and experts in various research fields. While PH2 was still hovering, Delta One spotted two familiar faces who were talking. They may be the target of strikes. He instructed Delta-2 to lower its flight altitude and prepare for monitoring.
"I still can't believe this is true." A scientist said. Since he got here forty-eight hours ago, there has been so much excitement in his voice.
The other party was obviously as excited as him, "In your life... have you ever thought that you would see this kind of thing with your own eyes?"
"Never thought about it," the scientist replied with a smile, "It's just like a dream!"
Delta One has heard enough, obviously things are going as expected. The Delta-2 controlled robot flew away from the interviewer and parked it next to the cylinder of a generator without knowing it. The battery of the PH2 robot immediately began to charge for the next mission.
The "Paving Eagle" helicopter rushed into the early morning sky. Rachel Sexton contemplated all the strange things that happened in the morning. She didn't realize it until the fast-flying plane was about to cross the Chesapeake Bay. The plane was flying in the completely wrong direction. A gleam of doubt flashed in her mind, and then she was immediately filled with fear.
Knowing that the president was not in the White House, Rachel felt a panic. The pilot kept avoiding her questions, and she was at a loss. Although the pilot did not answer her question, she quickly saw their destination: Wallops Island, one of NASA's oldest launch centers.
The pilot pointed to the end of the runway. Rachel saw a gleaming behemoth in the distance and almost stopped his heartbeat. Even though it was three hundred yards apart, she recognized the light blue fuselage of the modified 747 at a glance: Air Force One.
The president wants to see her on Air Force One.
The "Paving Eagle" helicopter landed on the runway next to the president's plane, and Rachel suddenly understood the claim that Air Force One was the "portable home field advantage" of the US commander-in-chief. This plane is a very deterrent sight.
When the president takes the opportunity to visit heads of other countries, he often requests-for safety reasons-to meet on his landline plane parked on the runway. Although part of the reason is for safety, another motive is undoubtedly the desire to use the naked deterrence of the aircraft to gain an advantage in negotiations.
An agent wearing a bright jacket appeared outside the helicopter to greet Rachel on board Air Force One.
"Wait here." The agent disappeared after speaking.
Rachel stood alone on the door of Air Force One and in the famous front cabin with wooden panels on the wall. This is the room used to meet guests, entertain dignitaries, and obviously scare the passengers who came here for the first time.
Everything in the room shows power, from the faint scent of tobacco pipes to the ubiquitous presidential seal. The embroidered on the pillow and the engraved on the ice bucket are eagles clinging to bows and olive branches, and even the cork mat on the bar is printed with this pattern. Rachel picked up a coaster and looked at it carefully.
"Here is the start of stealing souvenirs?" A low voice sounded behind her.
Rachel was taken aback, turned around, and the coaster in his hand fell to the floor. She knelt down awkwardly, trying to pick up the coaster. She grabbed the coaster and turned to find that the President of the United States was looking down at her with a happy smile on his face.
"I'm not a member of the royal family, Ms. Sexton. You really don't need to curtsey to me."
Senator Sedgwick Sexton sat beautifully in his Lincoln stretch limousine, and the car rushed, shuttled through the morning traffic in Washington, toward his office. Opposite Sexton, Gabriel Ashe, the twenty-four-year-old personal assistant, was reading him today's schedule. But Sexton hardly listened.
I love Washington, he muttered in his heart, and looked at the assistant's handsome figure wrapped in a fine cashmere sweater with admiration. Power is the strongest aphrodisiac...it brings such women to Washington in droves.
Gabriel dreams of becoming a senator one day. She can do it too, Sexton thought. She is very beautiful and has a keen mind. Most importantly, she understands the rules of the game.
Gabrielle Ashe is black, but her tan skin is closer to a dark yellowish brown or reddish brown, which is a pleasing intermediate color. Sexton knew that hypocritical "whites" would recognize this color, and would not feel like shooting himself in the foot by lifting a rock. Sexton described to his close friends that Gabriel had the face of Halle Berry and the mind and ambition of Hillary Clinton, but sometimes he thought that even this statement was discounted.
Since he promoted Gabriel to his personal campaign assistant three months ago, Gabriel has become a great weapon for him. What's more, she only works and doesn't take money. She works 16 hours a day, and the compensation she gets is to work with a politician who has been on the battlefield to learn all kinds of inside stories on the battlefield.
Of course, Sexton thought contentedly, I have persuaded her not to just work. After Sexton was promoted to Gabriel, she immediately invited her to her private office to hold a "job briefing" in the evening. As he expected, his young assistant came like a star chaser, and his hospitality was beyond words. With his long-lasting patience that he has controlled for decades, Sexton did everything he could... won Gabriel's trust in him, carefully eliminated her concerns, and tried his best to seduce and seduce things. , In the end, she was fucked in her own office.
Later, Gabrielle offered to resign, but Sexton refused. Since then, they have always been a purely working relationship.
Gabriel's pursed lips are still closing, and they are still making suggestions for the CNN debate that Sexton will participate in this afternoon. But Sexton felt that those were just habitual questions, not to be feared.
Knowing that there was still no news from the White House, Sexton couldn't believe that he had recently handed in such good luck. For months, the president has been working hard for the campaign. Then, suddenly, just a week ago, he locked himself in the office of the president. No one has seen him since, as if he was completely afraid to face the voices of increasing voters supporting Sexton.
Gabriel mentioned that the White House campaign team was angry about this. She also heard that since an emergency secret meeting with the Director of the National Aeronautics and Space Administration last week, the president's speech and behavior have been a little weird. After that meeting, the president came out a little at a loss. Immediately afterwards, he immediately cancelled his schedule and has maintained close contact with the National Aeronautics and Space Administration since then.