Free Revolution by Shawn Davis, Robert Moore Page B

easing? How is that possible with the unemployment rate still over 25%?
        Campion switched off the TV and tried to focus on the problem at hand. According to her agents in the capitol city, the first part of the mission had gone off without a hitch. The operatives had checked into a hotel and the Senator’s clone had met with the President’s Chief of Staff at the White House early that evening.
    That was the last anyone heard from them. Not to mention the White House was still standing. The planted explosives should have reduced it to a large black crater filled with charred rubble.
        What could have gone wrong? Was our intelligence about the security at the White House wrong in some way?
        According to the White House blueprints they stole, the only security station monitoring the Chief of Staff was located directly adjacent to the office behind a secret door. The agent should have been able to take out the two guards and plant the explosives in the station. She should have been able to leave the meeting undetected and escape the island with her bodyguard before the explosives detonated.
         Something has gone wrong. The only explanation, aside from error on the part of the operative, is the White House has defenses we are not aware of.
        Campion stood from the bench and walked over to the bicep-curling machine. She gripped the bar tightly and pulled the weights toward her, exhaling deeply.
        This is a serious setback. If the capitol city continues to remain impervious to attack, the government can continue with its intimidating reputation of being invulnerable. If my organization destroys an important government monument like the White House, the population will see that the government is vulnerable, despite all its high-tech defenses and weaponry.   
        Campion lowered the weights and released the bar when she heard a knock at the gym door.
        “It’s open,” she said.
        The door opened and the Assistant Director of Operations, Rick Connelly, entered.
        “I have some news, Jane. But you’re not going to like it,” he stated.
        “Give it to me.”
        “Our primary source in the capitol city overheard rumors through his spy network of a failed attack on the White House. Apparently, the island has a security system in place that we were unaware of,” Rick explained, as he remained standing by the doorway. “Of course, the government suppressed the information about the attack so it wouldn’t leak to the media. They stated that the Chief of Staff died of a heart attack in his office. However, that didn’t stop the bored White House security guards from talking about the attack during their off-duty hours. That’s when our source found out what happened.” Connelly paused, took a deep breath, and continued. “Apparently, our operative assassinated the Chief of Staff, eliminated the security guards in the room next door, and planted the explosives. The problem is that every high-ranking government official on the island is hooked up to a computer-monitored bio-scan device.”
        “Bio-scan? What’s that?” Campion asked, raising her left eyebrow as she grabbed a towel and wiped sweat from her forehead.
        “All high-level government officials and security personnel in the capitol city have small electronic monitoring devices implanted in their bodies that measure their vital functions; heartbeat, respiration, etc. If their vital functions are cut-off entirely, the bio-scan device sends an emergency signal to a special security station located in the command bunker beneath the city. The computer in the bunker pinpoints the location of the individual, who the bio-scan belongs to, from its unique signal. They know exactly who has been killed and where they are located. A quick radio call and the next thing you know, there’s a tactical security team en route to the place where the bio-scan alarm sounded.”
        “Efficient