66 Washington State Emergency Management Agency, Camp Murry, Washington November 24, 1045 Hrs (1745Z)

Washington State Emergency Management Agency, Camp Murry, Washington November 24, 1045 Hrs (1745Z)

Michelle walked into the room that the WSP Trooper had placed Abby in. The cellphone had been cloned and placed into an evidence bag. It was in Michelle's hand as she walked into the room and sat at a table opposite Abby, who was looking anywhere but at Michelle. Cameras were in all four corners of the room so that anything said in here could be used as evidence. Michelle was pissed, and Abby knew it. "Why, Abigail?" Was the first thing that Michelle said. Abby was shocked that Michelle had used her full first name, something that her boss hadn't done since her first day on the job, when Abby had informed Michelle that she refereed Abby to the full name of Abigail. She felt like she was bing scolded by her mother for something. finally looked at Michelle. "Why would you put the lives of Washingtonians in danger like this? People you took an oath to protect in whatever way possible..." Michelle leveled her eyes at Abby. "I'd suggest you be 100 percent truthful. It might be the only thing that keeps you from dying; You've committed treason." "I did it because I'm tried of running drills on things like earthquakes, tsunamis and the grid down scenario. I want to actually make a fucking difference!" Abby shouted. The two WSP units that had been placed inside the room glanced at one another. "I want the glory for helping to save the Homeland from an attack." "So you work with a group of insurgents that want to destroy this country. We've figured we might have a leak somewhere, we just didn't know it was so highly placed. I trusted you Abigail. I treated you like a daughter. You've been to my house and had dinner with my family and you're just willing to throw it all away to watch the United States crash and burn . How long have you been sharing information?" "I've been sharing information ever since I started." Abby said. "Almost everything that has come across my desk has been shared with the Leader of The Dawn Patrol. Every memo, every piece of drill planning, everything. If it seemed like it could be useful to the mission of The Dawn Patrol, William got copies..." Every Memo? Michelle thought. How many interdepartmental and inter agency memos had she written in the six years that Abby had been here. Michelle stood so quickly that she knocked the chair over. She ran out of the room back toward the Operations Center. She ran up to the office that was being used by the Director at the moment. If the Governor were in the building it would be his office. She didn't bother knocking and went right in. Zoe glanced at Michelle, who was out of breath having just ran from one end of the building to the other. "Hang on one second please, Governor..." Zoe paused and looked at Michelle. "Michelle Oldham just burst into my office." The door was still closing as Michelle dropped into a seat in front of the desk. "What's up?" "Abigail has been copying every single document that came into or left my office in the last six years. She's been working with the Dawn Patrol. I'm pretty sure that they have everything on every drill we've done, and we have done quite a bit. I'd also like the FBI to take her into custody on charges of a treason; I don't think she's telling me the whole truth."