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"Well, I am sitting alone, Private Harker, and there's no around, so I'd say we are pretty private. But of course, we can talk later in my office" David said to the team's unofficial medic. "You'd better go join the others, we're expected to join a briefing quite soon. And the Colonel hates waiting, as you might know."

Private Harker left his company, and David ate his plate clean. He had always liked spaghetti, but the army variant was far from proper pasta. It lacked the spirit, and was more like a big mass of so called pasta and tomato sauce. But David had eaten much worse meals.

He walked to the team and ordered them to assemble to the front of the canteen when finished. David walked there first, and the team came moments later. "Turn right, to the classroom Lexington, march!" David ordered them, giving them the pace.

Classroom Lexington was one of the smallest of the classrooms in Camp Toccoa, but it was suitable for small platoons or teams. David had taught the team many things in the classroom, but how much had actually stuck into their heads, he wondered as they entered the classroom. There was a big chalkboard and a few rows of desks and chairs, and it was very similar to a school's classroom, but it had topographic maps and photographs of soldiers hanging on the walls. Colonel Clarke and Agent Hanks were already in the classroom. David ordered the team to sit down.

"Finally we get to start, Captain", said the agent with the dark clothing. He hadn't taken off his aviators, and he stared at the team with his eyes. "As you've might have noticed, I visited your Captain a couple hours ago, and to put it shortly, I am in quite a pickle."

He made a small grin, as if he had made an inside joke only he knew. He dimmed the classroom's lights and turned an overhead projector on. He started talking. "Few weeks ago, I was handed over a case file of one John Kellerman, of New York. You might ask who the hell is John Kellerman, and I will answer you. He is the son of a industrial tycoon and inventor George Kellerman. Director Hoover handed me this case personally, as he was concerned, to say the least, about the political leanings of Kellerman the Elder. I've been tasked of finding something - [i]anything[/i] - interesting concerning their patriotism, to put it mildly. George is definantly a true American, but his son has some... interesting friends. Some German expats, a few right wingers and a couple of Nazis, if we categorize them bluntly."

He showed them a picture of two men with the projector. "As you can see clearly from the picture, the man on the right is John Kellerman, while the other man is a well-known right wing activist Harold Caine. John has been giving him some loans from his personal purse, and Caine has pursued his own ends with the money. Nothing strictly illegal, but he is very close."

Hanks changed to a new picture. "Here it comes interesting. The older Kellerman is friends with the Democratic senator of New York, the lawyer James R. Emmerich Junior, senator on his first term. A man of outstanding morals and an unstained work ethic, he is more of a machine than a man. Figuratively, of course. He graduated from Harvard at a break neck speed and has been into politics since his teens. Senatorship runs in the family, as his father also was a senator."

Hanks took a dramatic pause, and took off his aviators finally. David could see his eyes, and to him they gleamed unnaturally in the dim light. "And why did you took all the trouble of contacting us?"

"Good question, Captain" Hanks answered immediately. "Kellerman is going to host a fundraising party in the name of James R. Emmerich, and the Bureau has strong suspicions that an individual gifted with "superpowers" might be involved. A few days ago, I got a lead on a spook in New York, and I sent a few of my men to investigate an apartment in Manhattan. Out of the seven federal agents, six died and one was severely injured in a powerful explosion. The explosion demolished the entire building, and shattered the windows of the entire block. We told to the public that it was a gas explosion, but something was off as we brought our own investigators to the scene. I will not go details, but our suspicions were confirmed as the SRPD took interest in the case. Before this, I hadn't even heard of the department before, but they lead my team to your team for inter-branch cooperation."

"To put it shortly, there might be an attack at the fundraising party, targeting possibly George Kellerman and James Emmerich. To help with the security against supers, Colonel Clarke has agreed to lend the Task Force Sentinel to the Bureau. You'll be flying to New York, attend the party undercover, and will expose the spook before he or she can attack either of them. Any questions?"