56 Des Moines, Iowa, November 23, 2232 Hrs (November 24, 0332Z)

Des Moines, Iowa, November 23, 2232 Hrs (November 24, 0332Z)

Addison was looking through the data on her laptop. They were in a motel on the other side of town and had left the cars where they were sitting, dumped the burner phones in a sink full of water. Mollie sat on the other side of the table, glancing between her own laptop and smiling up at Addison. Addison would mutter to her self, write something down, mutter some more, sigh, and then write more down. She glanced up at Mollie as Mollie had glanced at her. "What?" Addison asked, glancing down at the laptop. "Listening to you do what your doing is so cute." Mollie said. "So, remember how I said I should be working for the other side..." Addison said, typing away on her laptop. "Yeah?" Mollie replied, raising her eyebrows. "I work for a little known bureau within the Department of Homeland Security called Homeland Security Investigations." Addison said digging into her purse, she pulled out her badge. "Our unit investigates violations of more than four hundred laws as well as activities that threaten the Homeland. I've been undercover for longer than we have known each other. My attraction to you is not faked though..." She clicked a few more things on the computer. "I've known you for three months, and I had no idea." Mollie said. "Although, let me guess, Addison isn't your name, is it?" "No, My first name is Addison, My last name is not Wright, however." Addison said. She sent a very detailed email to her boss with what had happened in the last twenty four hours. "See if you can go through the website that we were using and ID any potential targets. The more you help me, the more likely I am to keep you from getting wrapped up in the legal mess that follows. Given that what is being planned is an act of terrorism, I don't think you want to be on the receiving end of that... Conrad wanted us to die for his cause, help me turn states evidence and we can live a peaceful life somewhere." Mollie nodded and started typing on her own computer. "What do they know about our role in this?" Molly asked, not glancing up from her laptop. "Everything," Addison replied. "Every time we stopped and I went to the bathroom, I was sending updates to my boss, and in turn, I know everything that they are preparing for. I could be a double agent, but I'm not going to sell out my countries secrets to a terrorist." "I was really beginning to have second thoughts about the overall plan. Why would we intentionally attack our own country." Mollie looked at Addison. "That doesn't make us better than Al Queda or The Taliban or any other group like that." The wind whisted out side. There was a blizzard coming through; and the thought of what would have happened to a lot of innocent people weighed on Mollie. "I can't believe I let myself get wrapped up into a plot to possibly commit an act of terrorism against the United States..." She reached up to wipe a tear away. "I was so worried when I told you that I didn't think I'd be able to go through with it, that you were going to get violent." Truth be told, Addison had a reason to be concerned about that: Mollie had almost a foot and an additional fifty pounds on her. "I may be tall and bigger than you, but I couldn't hurt a fly..." Molly chuckled.