OOC: At the risk of sounding like the start of a 24 episode, the following taking place between 4PM and 5PM - and be warned there are some spoilers for the current season of 24!
Terrorists seemed to be running rampant today.
That's what Lottie thought at she tried to anazlyze some miscellaneous intel CTU Los Angeles had sent over to them. Because they had been so swamped over at CTU, she had gotten a call from Chloe O’Brien asking her to help them go through the intel they couldn’t get to immediately.
Lottie now searched for anything that could help them find where the terrorists had taken the stolen nerve gas but the work was slow as the terrorists behind everything kept attacking the country. Also besides the new attacks, Lottie found she was having a hard time pushing President Palmer’s death to the back of her mind. She had helped to protect his life a few years ago when she still worked in the Secret Service and now his life had been snuffed out by the same people who had stolen the gas.
Okay, agent, push your personal feelings aside! Remember your training for goodness sake!
Then she came across something that the NSA had sent, some chatter they had picked up and as she analyzed the chatter her blood turned to ice. She got on the phone and a few seconds later a very aburpt "O’Brien!" greeted her ears.
"Chloe, I just saw some chatter the NSA picked up and you have got to call Secret Service NOW because I think the Suvarovs’ motorcade is going to be attacked," Lottie said.
"I’ll see what I can do," Chloe said and hung up.
Lottie felt frustration at the short answer she had gotten, and she knew with every second that had passed there was a chance everyone in the motorcade was going to be murdered by the terrorists. A few minutes passed and she dialed Chloe’s number again, and when the tech picked up she started, "Chloe–"
"Sorry can’t talk now," said a hurried voice followed by a dial tone.
Lottie quickly got over her shock of Chloe hanging up like that, and she made a decision. She began to dial a series of numbers she had long ago memorized, praying the number was still being used by the agent she sought. After a few rings her hopes were dashed when a female voice answered, "Hello?"
"Yes, who is this?" Aaron’s wife replied.
"Liz, it’s Lottie Marchessault, I-"
"Oh hi Lottie," Liz said, "It’s been a long time since we talked but I’m sorry to say that Aaron isn’t here right now."
Lottie nodded even though the other woman couldn’t see her, "I know, Liz, I was actually trying to reach Aaron. Do you know his new number?" Lottie tried to keep her voice neutral as she didn’t want to upset Liz unnecessarily.
"Yes, I do, but you know I can tell you his number," Liz replied. She only knew her husband’s number after all for the most extreme emergencies.
"Liz, please, this is important," Lottie said, hoping Liz would give her the number. But seconds later it became clear Liz wasn’t going to tell her so Lottie said, "Please, Liz, the lives of the Secret Service agents Aaron has working under him could be at stake... Aaron’s life may be at stake here if I don’t talk to him now."
Liz sighed, "All right, I’ll tell you. Do you have a pen?"
"Yes, I’m ready."
Liz gave her the number, "Now can you tell me what’s going on?"
"I’m sorry, Liz, but I don’t have the time," Lottie said, ending the call before Liz could say another word. She dialed the number hurriedly, and listening as the phone seemed to ring and ring and ring. Come on, Aaron, answer your phone! she thought before she heard him pick up at the other end.
Lottie decided not to waste any precious time and went for the simplest way to tell him of the impending attack, "Protocol Red, the motorcade is under the threat of imminent attack." The line went as suddenly dead as it had come to life. Lottie put her phone down and hurried out of her office towards Tech Ops.she thought harshly to herself finally, Or many more people are going to die! And besides this is what President Palmer would have wanted if he were still alive! There would be time enough to grieve later but for now she had a job to do!