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potential for Sandy to get caught as Barry’s
DHS source of inside information they never spoke by phone nor communicated by
e-mail. If Sandy had something to reveal to Barry, she pulled up the venetian
blind slightly on the window of her apartment facing Connecticut Avenue.
Sandy’s street was on Barry’s way to his favorite coffee shop. He could just
glance up as he walked by her apartment building and know if she needed to
meet.
             Like her fellow DHS employees
Sandy was regularly interviewed, screening her as a possible insider leak in
the Department. To avoid being caught Barry had trained Sandy on how to think
during a lie detector test. She thought of a calm blue lake, afloat in a boat,
with the sun and a cooling breeze on her face. In each interview Sandy quickly
passed the intrusive questions. She always felt that she was a good actress,
going back to her days in high school when she starred in three dramas. DHS
interviewers didn’t seem to suspect her of anything.
             As Barry walked towards his morning 2% latte, with extra
espresso shot, he glanced up at Sandy’s window. The blind was up a few inches.
Barry knew that he would be meeting Sandy for lunch in the Stars and Stripes Café
located in the National Museum of American History, at 14 th and
Constitution Avenue. Barry and Sandy meeting places for lunch were in the
public restaurants located at one of the eight Smithsonian museums in downtown
DC. The two varied their meeting location by following the Smithsonian’s list
of eight tourist attractions posted on its website. Their last meeting at been
at the food court at the National Air and Space Museum, so now it was time for
the National Museum of American History. By meeting at public restaurants in
crowded tourist attractions Barry and Sandy knew that they would meld into the
crowds, making it highly unlikely that they would be noticed.
             Barry arrived first, before noon, and ordered a chicken and
arugula wrap and iced tea. He took his food to the farthest back corner of the
patriotically themed café, knowing that Sandy would find him, which she did
upon her arrival right at noon. Sandy, a petite brunette, brought her spinach
and mushroom quiche and diet soda and sat down across from Barry at the small
two person table. Barry was admittedly somewhat easy to spot. He had a small
male pony tail and usually wore a New York Yankees navy blue baseball cap and
Italian sunglasses. Sandy gave Barry a quick half smile, followed by a quick glance
around the café to see if she recognized any one.
             “Hi, Barry. You’re going to be glad we met. There’s some really big do-do stirring at DHS; in the TSA, specifically.”
             Barry finished chewing the bite of his wrap, then he asked,
“What? How could it possibly be bigger
do-do than buying all that ammo? I’m still thankful for your tip on those
Requests For Proposal. Thanks to you we broke it first on my blog. So what’s up now?”
             “I assume that you already know, from this week’s trade
publication, about the purchase by the DHS of those traffic control booths?”
             “Funny you should ask. I read about the control booths
yesterday. My first thought was that you must know more than what the trades
revealed.”
             “Sure do….Barry, you won’t believe….yeah, you will believe it.
You don’t trust anything this
government does, do you?”
             “I wouldn’t say anything Sandy, just most things. I’m down
with most of what comes out of the Pentagon….though now that I’ve said that….I
can think of a few ….”
             “OK, OK….I only have 45 minutes, so….take notes. Those
several hundred booths were ordered by DHS for the use by TSA on the nation’s
interstate highways. They will man each booth with between four and six TSA
blue-shirted employees. And, get this; each access control employee