CHAPTER 6
MONDAY
Langley, Virginia
Sara was at Matt’s desk. He sat in an open bullpen, amidst a sea of other such desks. It created a sense of openness among analysts, but took away all privacy. They were getting ready to send the message to PACOM through the military’s secure email messaging system, the Defense Message System. Matt was loading it on his computer.
“So what’s with the mission codename – Devil’s Fork?” he asked
“Haven’t you heard of it?”
“Not really. What is it again?”
“A devil’s fork is a paradoxical object. It’s an object that can’t exist. It’s a fork that looks like it has three points at one end, but the base looks like it only has two points coming out. Here, google it and take a look”
They searched for an image and pulled up a devil’s fork.