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Chapter Three CIA operative Monae Brown had just got up a few minutes ago. She was now getting ready for work, her boss having just informed her that she was needed. She was fluent in Arabic and Hebrew, and an expert on terrorists groups. She lived in Petworths Apartments on Randolph St. Her apartment wasn’t run-down, but it wasn’t luxurious either. It was somewhere in between. But to Monae Brown, it was a place to lay her head. Working for the government, her pay wasn’t bad, but constantly o...

Prologue: Mercy, Mercy Washington D.C. 1992 The old man retrieved his cell phone as it vibrated within the breast pocket of his tailored Italian suit. With a look of concern, he flipped it open. “Hello?” “Everything’s going as planned. Do I have the green light?” The old man looked across his executive desk at the Senator of Virginia and the Director of the Central Intelligence Agency. They both nodded. “Yes, lieutenant, proceed with the mission.” The old man hung up. He smiled at the men tha...