“When the Army wants your ideas, Corporal, they’ll promote you to Captain. Until then, you follow orders.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He scrambled for the radio.
She turned around. Half a block down, parked in the center of the street, sat two bland-looking sedans; lights flashing behind their grilles. Two men stood at the cars, one talking on the phone. She recognized one of them: Agent Lawrence Harris. He’d been at the Saturn Plant as well.
She walked toward the cars as lightning struck again, bathing the entire scene in garish white light.
“Who is in charge here?” she demanded.
The man on the phone lowered his handset. Short, in his late forties, he dressed in the same black raincoat as the others, his head covered by a black baseball cap, and a small earpiece in his ear. He looked up at her and eyed the railroad track insignia on her helmet.
“I am, Captain. Special Agent Hagarty. I was told to expect a National Guard company to assist our efforts. I’ve already seen the men on the perimeter. Good job.”
“I’m Captain Greenfield. Those are my men on the perimeter. What’s going on here?”
“We’re gathering material witnesses in our investigation of the bombing this morning. They’ll be taken into custody and questioned.”
“Material witnesses? Looks to me like you’re grabbing every male over fourteen!”
“That’s right. Anyone who meets our profile. They’ll be released once we’ve established they’re clear.”
“Mr. Hagarty, this has to stop right now. What you’re doing isn’t right, and it’s not legal. You can’t just round up people and cuff them and carry them away.”
Hagarty frowned at the challenge and his chin jutted out. “I most certainly can, Captain. I strongly urge you to mind your own business and leave me to mine.”
Karen clenched her teeth and fists.
“Hagarty, I don’t care what your business is. Mine is to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States, and you are treading all over that. I want you to do three things right now: release those men and boys over there, gather up your men, and get the hell out of here. Someone else can deal with investigation, someone who understands this is still America.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
He scrambled for the radio.
She turned around. Half a block down, parked in the center of the street, sat two bland-looking sedans; lights flashing behind their grilles. Two men stood at the cars, one talking on the phone. She recognized one of them: Agent Lawrence Harris. He’d been at the Saturn Plant as well.
“Who is in charge here?” she demanded.
The man on the phone lowered his handset. Short, in his late forties, he dressed in the same black raincoat as the others, his head covered by a black baseball cap, and a small earpiece in his ear. He looked up at her and eyed the railroad track insignia on her helmet.
“I am, Captain. Special Agent Hagarty. I was told to expect a National Guard company to assist our efforts. I’ve already seen the men on the perimeter. Good job.”
“I’m Captain Greenfield. Those are my men on the perimeter. What’s going on here?”
“We’re gathering material witnesses in our investigation of the bombing this morning. They’ll be taken into custody and questioned.”
“Material witnesses? Looks to me like you’re grabbing every male over fourteen!”
“That’s right. Anyone who meets our profile. They’ll be released once we’ve established they’re clear.”
“Mr. Hagarty, this has to stop right now. What you’re doing isn’t right, and it’s not legal. You can’t just round up people and cuff them and carry them away.”
Hagarty frowned at the challenge and his chin jutted out. “I most certainly can, Captain. I strongly urge you to mind your own business and leave me to mine.”
Karen clenched her teeth and fists.
“Hagarty, I don’t care what your business is. Mine is to protect and defend the Constitution of the United States, and you are treading all over that. I want you to do three things right now: release those men and boys over there, gather up your men, and get the hell out of here. Someone else can deal with investigation, someone who understands this is still America.”
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