67 Iowa DHS&EM, Windosor Heights, Iowa, November 25, 1322 Hrs (1822Z)
Iowa DHS&EM, Windosor Heights, Iowa, November 25, 1322 Hrs (1822Z)
Addison and Mollie had been waiting in the reception area of the Director's office for at least three hours, and Addison was growing impatient at the delay. As far as she could tell Director Watson had had to call and talk to the director, She'd heard from Rachel that the Region VII director had been in on the calls. Addison stood and walked over to the desk that housed the director's secretary.
"Yes?" She said, clearly displeased that Addison had walked over to the desk and not just sat in the char quietly like a good girl.
Addison glanced down at the phone and noticed that the Director wasn't on a call at the moment, unless it was his cell phone. "Can we see him now? Every second that we delay in setting up a plan to deal with the attack or the aftermath thereof, is going to cause disruptions the way that most people have never seen, if not death. I am, once again, requesting to see the director, now."
"I've told you that Mr. Greenwold is in a meeting. You can see him when it's over." The receptionist said. Addison got a glance at the director's schedule on the computer.
"Actually, according to the schedule," Addison pointed at the monitor, which the receptionist quickly minimized. "He's not had any meetings all morning, and now he's not on the phone. How about I just go in? I'm a federal agent and I'm trying to save the lives of the people of Iowa."
The receptionist stood, her full five foot seven inches being almost a full foot taller than Addison. "I suggest you sit down, and wait your turn, little girl." Mollie, who was closer matched in build and height to the receptionist started to stand, but Addison motioned her to stay where she was. "You can wait your turn like every other person that comes into this office."
"I have been waiting, patiently, for the last four hours. Do you not believe I am who I say I am because I'm wearing non descript civilian clothing, Is it because I look like I'm just a teenager, or is it because you don't like the feds encroaching on what you perceive as your territory? Let me tell you, we are here to help. Please for the sake of all Iowans, let us do our jobs." Addison said, her voice calm and level. Inwardly she was right pissed off.
"Addie, you need to see this..." Mollie suddenly said. She'd been working on her laptop following the data on the site. Velcroed to the back of her display was a small box, that connected her laptop to the cellular network. "He just sent a message about us..." Mollie turned the screen so that Addison could read it. Addison pulled her phone out and dialed the number for the Ops desk in Operations room one.
"Hey Emily, It's Addison. Is Rachel around?" Addison asked. "Can you get her back down to Ops one, Mollie just found something." Mollie had become an unofficial member of the investigations branch, continuing to dig and relay info that she had found. She had been given limited access to WebEOC and could talk to Addison or the folks from Cyber and that was about it. "Hey Rachel, Just as an FYI, apparently a bounty has been put on our heads..." Addison listened for a few moments. "No, We're still waiting, even though his schedule has been clear since eleven." Addison wouldn't admit it, but she was nervous about having a bounty on her head. She'd been threatened in her line of work, sure, but had never had a bounty on her head before. "Ok, Thank you."