Melting Butterpat
Date Filed: Mar 23, 2010 at 5:30 PM
I no sooner get out of the lion's den when my makeup compact phone rings. To my dismay, it was the President. After the day I'd had, I was getting an earful from the stinking President. He was done with the runaround. I tried to tell him I thought we had a major break in the case. NSA had a mole.
But the Commander in Chief was too cheesed off to listen. He said the cabinet was pressuring him to shut FROST down. He's still on our side, but I don't know for how long. He wanted me to get all of the agents back to FROST immediately.
All agents including myself were ordered back to headquarters. I asked the President about McCort. He said he hadn't heard from him, but would be briefed within the hour. I tried to explain again, but the phone went silent. Men! It's time to rally my own troops on this one. I just hope Bud hasn't done any major damage. I feel stupid for letting him get that close to me. And my badge? Now he'll see the real Ice Queen.
Tags: Bud McCort, F.R.O.S.T., NSA, President
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