Once again I found my sanctuary overrun by not only bikers but agents as well. But after Albert and I reviewed the data and then reviewed it again, it was time to call in our so called team. Now my once secure command center was being invaded and if the situation wasn't so dire it would have pissed me off to have so many people here.

"Ok Major we are all here. Do you mind telling us what you found and why you couldn't just transfer this over to the Pentagon?" Agent Timmons asked as he leaned against one of the desks. The FBI showed up thirty minutes after the Renegades, who showed up two hours after my initial call.   At least everyone was efficient.   

All eyes were on me, waiting for whatever information I had getting us one step closer to catching the Raptor. All eyes except Mac. No the biker barely looked me in the eye as he stood amongst his brothers and that bothered the shit out of me. The message was loud and clear, hell it had been days since we even spoke and today all I got was a nod. Yeah it was safe to assume whatever relationship we had brewing was over. And I couldn't blame the guy, I knew I wasn't the easiest to get along with, hell that was why I didn't have friends, but for a moment there it was a nice to think about the possibilities.

But possibilities only caused problems and pain. Both I could afford to live without. Turning to the screen I composed myself as I pulled up the two videos side by side. Now was not the time to be a woman, but to be a soldier.

"Gentlemen. After reviewing the evidence several times here is what I have. The bombs used were identical, both designed more to harm then to kill. The explosion radius is 45 feet, not a large circumference based on the location of the bomb placement. Each site is almost identical. The satchel was placed on the ground next to a building, it what we determined as an Army standard grade canvas bag. The first site the building was office space which was why there were more casualties. On the second site the building was a medical facility that was mostly empty. Both structures sustained extreme damage. Those killed were in within 30 feet when the bomb detonated. Mainly those in the buildings."

"Major please don't tell me you called us down here to go over what we ALREADY know." Asked a frustrated Agent Timmons.   Yeah patience was his strongest virtue. 

Pausing I glanced around the room with a little chuckle. Apparently the other suits shared his frustration. Not taking offense I nodded and moved on.

"Well aware of your knowledge Agent, just getting everyone on the same page. Now look closely." Pulling up what I wanted them to see I sat back and waited. After the third loop of the film the room remained silent.

"Since you all look confused as fuck let me explain. The camera picks up the subject walking out of the barracks on both occasions. He doesn't interact with anyone as the areas in question are somewhat vacant at this time of day, most are in the mess hall. The bag is place on the ground, exactly 515 feet from the main gate, again on both occasions. The location was predetermined and as you can see here, pre-marked."

"So these weren't random attacks like we believed." Axel called out finally breaking the silence.

"No, Raptor doesn't do random. There is a mark on both walls, one on the corner and the other in the middle of the building. Our subject was either on base longer then we assumed or this wasn't his first visit. The question to ask is why 515? What is so special about that number that Raptor specifically had the mark placed to make sure of it? Next is our subject in general. Now watch this."

Without Albert I never would have caught the details, but I guess that is why he is the Einstein of the group.  The images changed to show a more close up of the man instead of the bomb site. 

"Since the subject never raises his head and wearing his hat, facial recognition is out. But here is what we can see." Zooming in the video, I waited to see if anyone is as smart as my Albert. Not really expecting anyone to have the ability to see what he can I finally stop the videos. With a laser pointer I pointed it to the screens.

"Don't feel bad about missing it. Right here it appears our subject has not only scar tissue on his right hand, but he is also missing his pinkie finger. Since he keeps his hand hidden in his pocket you don't notice it until he sets the bag down and turns. That's not all. When we watch him walk away...right there, hardly visible by the naked eye but to a computer who is measuring everything...a limp in the right leg. Either our subject has permanent damage or a prosthetic hard to tell at this point."

Now at this point the Agents were piecing together their theories, which were on the same page as mine. As the men spoke I pulled up our notes of what we did know. Our subject was definitely ex-military. A wounded soldier, with obvious injuries. Caucasian male, 6'2" tall and an approximate weight of 220.

"Major this is huge. With this information we can now search..."

"Yeah one step ahead of you Timmons, give me a little credit, when do I do anything half assed? After cross referencing all branches of military there are only 21 that are still living that fit this specific description. From my satellite search, 19 of them are accounted for and have alibi's. The other two are in this file. I believe one is off grid in Louisiana, so I suggest you get your boys in the Bayou to track him down. Me and swamps don't mix well so count me out of that hunt."

Timmons picked up the file and then passed it on after reading what I had, which wasn't much. Then again I did only have two hours. Albert would continue to search to see if the last two were a possibility. If not we were back to square one. There was no way the subject was a civilian. All signs point to previous military training, from his movements, posture, knowledge of the bases, amongst other things. He had to be military, because if not then we were screwed.

"Great job Major. I will get my men on these two subjects and let you know. You called my secure phone Major."

"Yes I did." It was more of a statement then a question but I knew the Agent was smart.

"I am not following." Axel chimed in, startling me. I didn't realize him and Mac were standing off to the side. My body tensed when it realized Mac was in such a close proximity to it. It pissed me off that even when the man did nothing but stand there my body still reacted to him. Turning back to Timmons I turned off my emotions and refocused.

"Well Major here only does things for a reason. First she called me on an untraceable phone, one she had Albert block. Second she requested me here instead of just sending over her findings to headquarters. So again there is a reason. What is your gut telling you?"

Again Timmons was a smart man who could connect the dots. Which was why when he showed up he only brought along his most trusted agents. When dealing in the world we do, you could never be too careful on who you trust.

Smiling I stepped back to include Axel and Mac into the conversation. If they were going to be a part of this then then needed to know how things worked in my world. "Raptor isn't sloppy and his contacts have long tentacles. So I am assuming the possibility of a mole or he found a way to piggyback your computers. Either way he has eyes on you. This was the first lead we have, I didn't want to blow our hand by not being cautious."

Nodding in agreement the Agent decided that moving forward all information was now relayed verbally...in person. He was getting too much heat from DC to not take precautions. And then there was the fact that he trusted me and my gut. You didn't spend as much time as I did in war zones without developing a sixth sense, I have learned to listen to it.

Because the one time I didn't...I lost everything.