The wooden door slammed against the backstop making a loud clunk. “You’re asking me and the entire team to place our trust in you. I’m finding that cuts against the grain, knowing you lied to me about what happened after you testified in front of Congress,” Drummond said. He knew it was dangerous to make his accusation, but circumstances warranted it. “Your dossier indicated as operations directorate you were scapegoated by Congress and the CIA cut you and three other veteran operatives loose to take the heat for WMD. The agency you swore your allegiance to and pledged your life to protect betrayed you. Integrity cost you everything. The rank and file took up a collection plate to ensure you’d be exonerated. You became a linguist because you were thrown out of the CIA.” “Men will die for country…for countrymen…and for religion—but not for money. They know they can’t take it with them. That’s all the edge we need. I’m prepared to die, Drummond, are you?” Dain removed his Beretta M9 from behind his back and pointed it at Drummond, who froze.
