Chapter 62
Washington, D.C.
The Pentagon
Tuesday
7:45 a.m. Eastern Time
“Sir, they have a warrant, FBI agents, a federal marshal, Pentagon Security, and Military Police,” the young Army lieutenant said from behind several men and women as they bustled hurriedly into the room. “They have a warrant, sir. I couldn’t stop them.”
Colonel Allan Vinderman looked up from his desk. While the backup generators were supplying power to the Pentagon, they were minimizing usage so only his desk lamp was on. The office was fairly dark and he couldn’t make out exactly who the people were rushing toward him. Vinderman froze like a deer in headlights.
“Colonel Allan Vinderman?” a man in a ski mask asked him. When he turned in the light, the colonel could see the letters FBI written in yellow across his body armor. Another man wearing the Military Police insignia quickly flanked Vinderman from the other side and produced a set of handcuffs. The shiny metal glinted against the desk lamp’s lighting.
“Yes.” Vinderman swallowed a lump in his throat. “What is this? Who wants to know?”
“FBI. You are under arrest for conspiracy to commit mass murder; conspiracy in the theft of and use of weapons of mass destruction; treason; and espionage. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you…”