Metafire

There, in the White House situation room, the FBI Director and Ferguson's boss were waiting. Also there was the Director of the National Security Council, the Major's boss. The Director of the NSC began, "Gentlemen we've botched this Metafire thing. I am convinced we have found our terrorists, but they seem consistently smarter than us. Right now, unless we just kill them, they've got us in a fix. Damn! Major, what's happened here!"

"Don't answer," the FBI Director had been put in charge and thought the answer would be a waste of time. "We have these two people in from Los Alamos. Did you meet?"

"No," the Major interjected.

"This is Major Henderson and John Ferguson. Our Los Alamos guests are scientists that knew the Metafire people when they worked at Los Alamos. This is Charles Emerson and Franklin Churchill."

Ferguson looked down at the floor containing his smile. First he gets 'Jack and Jill' and now he meets 'Franklin Churchill.' What a name!

The FBI Director continued. "Everyone is briefed. Franklin, tell them what you think."