The Silent Colonel and the Downfall of the Monroe Family Empire
Vance turned toward the hallway.
“Miller,” Vance called out. “Bring the kit.”
A young warrant officer in combat fatigues entered the room.
He was carrying a heavy black plastic case.
He set the case on the mahogany desk and popped the latches.
Inside were diagnostic cables, a portable terminal, and a thermal imaging device.
“How long, Chief?” I asked.
Miller looked at the safe door, then at his screen.
“Ten minutes to bypass the digital lock, Colonel,” Miller said.
“The biometric scanner will take a bit longer, unless we get cooperation.”
“Get to work,” I said.
Miller nodded and attached a magnetic lead to the safe’s digital keypad.
He plugged the other end into his terminal.
The hum of the portable computer filled the quiet room.
I watched Grant’s eyes track the cables.
He was breathing fast now, his chest rising and falling beneath his tailored shirt.
“What is in there, Grant?” I asked quietly.
He did not answer.
“Julianne says there are encrypted drives,” I said.
“Is that where you kept the schematics for the Aegis radar upgrade?”
Grant flinched at the word ‘Aegis’.