Thriller: Code Name: Camelot - An Action Thriller Novel (A Noah Wolf Novel, Thriller, Action, Mystery Book 1) by David Archer Page B
Authors: David Archer
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opened immediately. Lieutenant Spencer was still there, and personally escorted him down the hall to the interview room.
The lieutenant opened the door and let him step inside, to find a thin, graying woman he’d never seen before sitting at the table. As Spencer had said, she wore the insignia of a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army. She looked up at him and smiled, motioning for him to take the seat across from her.
“Sergeant Foster,” she said, “I am Lieutenant Colonel Janice Hogan, from the Judge Advocate General’s Office. I’ve been sent here to interview you prior to your execution.”
Noah sat there and looked at the woman for a moment. “Wow, you guys don’t waste any time, do you?”
The woman smiled. “Well, I try not to. On the other hand, contrary to what you might think at this moment, my purpose is not to hasten your execution. My interview is on another matter entirely, but since it wouldn’t do me any good to try to interview you afterward, well, I thought it best to come on down and see you now.”
Noah’s eyebrows raised, and he cocked his head a little to one side in confusion. “I’ll grant you it wouldn’t do a whole lot of good to try to interview me after my date with the needles, but if you’re not here as part of the process for getting ready for the execution, then can I ask what this is about?”
“It may well be about keeping you alive, Sergeant Foster,” she said. “Assuming, of course, that’s something that still interests you at all. Does it?”
Noah sat there for a moment and thought through what she had just said. “It does,” he said, “depending on what it’s going to cost me. Since I know what kind of pressure has been applied to make sure I keep that date, then I can only assume that you’re not who you claim to be, and this meeting isn’t anything like what you logged when you signed in here today. That tells me that there’s a catch, and until I know what it is, I’m not going to make any agreements.”
Hogan’s eyebrows were the ones to go up this time. “Impressive,” she said. “No one else has ever figured me out so fast. What tipped you off?”
Noah shrugged. “It’s like I said,” he said. “Congressman Gibson wants me dead, because I killed his son and because he doesn’t want the reason his son died to ever come out publicly. Since he’s on the fast track to the Republican nomination for president, and stands a decent chance of winning in the next election, I don’t think there’s anybody in the Army who is going to go up against him. That tells me you’re not Army, so you must be with one of those alphabet soup groups that we hear all the legends about. Normally, I’d guess CIA, but Gibson is on their oversight committee. FBI doesn’t have the kind of power it would take to get you in here like this, nor does DEA. If I had to gamble on it, I probably bet you have something to do with Homeland Security, am I right?”
Hogan smiled. “No, but you’re closer than I would’ve thought you could get. That’s some incredible deductive reasoning. I’ve seen reports about you and your ability to extrapolate facts from minor details, but I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.” She reached up and slipped both of her thumbs under what appeared to be her hairline, and lifted the gray wig to let Noah see the blonde hair underneath. “As you can see, you’re very close to being right. I’m not who I claim to be, but this disguise makes it possible for me to move about in circles that I couldn’t normally get into. Now, shall we continue this conversation?”
“Sure, we can continue,” Noah said. “At least up until the point where I find out what the catch is.”
Hogan smiled and inclined her head, a tacit admission that there was indeed a catch. “And if it’s something you can live with?”
“Then I suppose we’ll keep on talking,” he said. “What’s the chance we can just cut to the chase and
The lieutenant opened the door and let him step inside, to find a thin, graying woman he’d never seen before sitting at the table. As Spencer had said, she wore the insignia of a Lieutenant Colonel in the Army. She looked up at him and smiled, motioning for him to take the seat across from her.
“Sergeant Foster,” she said, “I am Lieutenant Colonel Janice Hogan, from the Judge Advocate General’s Office. I’ve been sent here to interview you prior to your execution.”
Noah sat there and looked at the woman for a moment. “Wow, you guys don’t waste any time, do you?”
The woman smiled. “Well, I try not to. On the other hand, contrary to what you might think at this moment, my purpose is not to hasten your execution. My interview is on another matter entirely, but since it wouldn’t do me any good to try to interview you afterward, well, I thought it best to come on down and see you now.”
Noah’s eyebrows raised, and he cocked his head a little to one side in confusion. “I’ll grant you it wouldn’t do a whole lot of good to try to interview me after my date with the needles, but if you’re not here as part of the process for getting ready for the execution, then can I ask what this is about?”
“It may well be about keeping you alive, Sergeant Foster,” she said. “Assuming, of course, that’s something that still interests you at all. Does it?”
Noah sat there for a moment and thought through what she had just said. “It does,” he said, “depending on what it’s going to cost me. Since I know what kind of pressure has been applied to make sure I keep that date, then I can only assume that you’re not who you claim to be, and this meeting isn’t anything like what you logged when you signed in here today. That tells me that there’s a catch, and until I know what it is, I’m not going to make any agreements.”
Hogan’s eyebrows were the ones to go up this time. “Impressive,” she said. “No one else has ever figured me out so fast. What tipped you off?”
Noah shrugged. “It’s like I said,” he said. “Congressman Gibson wants me dead, because I killed his son and because he doesn’t want the reason his son died to ever come out publicly. Since he’s on the fast track to the Republican nomination for president, and stands a decent chance of winning in the next election, I don’t think there’s anybody in the Army who is going to go up against him. That tells me you’re not Army, so you must be with one of those alphabet soup groups that we hear all the legends about. Normally, I’d guess CIA, but Gibson is on their oversight committee. FBI doesn’t have the kind of power it would take to get you in here like this, nor does DEA. If I had to gamble on it, I probably bet you have something to do with Homeland Security, am I right?”
Hogan smiled. “No, but you’re closer than I would’ve thought you could get. That’s some incredible deductive reasoning. I’ve seen reports about you and your ability to extrapolate facts from minor details, but I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it myself.” She reached up and slipped both of her thumbs under what appeared to be her hairline, and lifted the gray wig to let Noah see the blonde hair underneath. “As you can see, you’re very close to being right. I’m not who I claim to be, but this disguise makes it possible for me to move about in circles that I couldn’t normally get into. Now, shall we continue this conversation?”
“Sure, we can continue,” Noah said. “At least up until the point where I find out what the catch is.”
Hogan smiled and inclined her head, a tacit admission that there was indeed a catch. “And if it’s something you can live with?”
“Then I suppose we’ll keep on talking,” he said. “What’s the chance we can just cut to the chase and
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