He opened his laptop and performed the keystrokes necessary to pull up all of the information the Agency had about Dan Clausen, the head of District 1, headquartered in New York City. Adams hadn’t spent a lot of time with the man, an occasional Washington summoning, an occasional cyberchat, and Adams had regarded his counterpart warily by instinct—Clausen had a quick mind but a wasp’s disposition. Sting, sting, sting. Now the file on him filled in the details. Clausen had started in the field, a rarity among the district chiefs; in fact, he was probably the only one. Field agents were tools, weapons; analysts were the schemers, the strategists, the wielders of those weapons. They saw the big picture, had greater territories at stake, focused on the macro over the micro. Field agents were on missions; analysts worked campaigns. Adams knit his brows and kept reading. Clausen had operated in Eastern Europe and Asia, everywhere from Reykjavik to Tokyo. He was an adept killer, thief, actor, and planner, utilizing multiple covers, sometimes within the same city.
