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train back into Philadelphia. After disembarking at Market Street, he headed to the Federal Building and showed up at the FBI.”
    “So, where is he now?” Jordan inquired
    “Well, luckily one of the agents in Philly had been an analyst at the time of your presentation. When talking to this man, he couldn’t believe how the man’s story paralleled your presentation. He called a fellow agent, who was in the anti-terrorism squad, who had also been present during your discussion. Let me just say they were able to set off alarm bells. This man was quickly taken to DC by chopper, and he’s now in a safe house in Virginia.”
    “So, what do you need from me?”
    Max let out a big sigh. “You know, Jordan, you can have the attitude of ‘if you would have just listened to me’ or you can jump into what could be the biggest terrorism case in US history. The other fact I forgot to mention is that this wasn’t the only group being trained at the same time. There could be others in the US or Europe, for all we know.”
    “I see,” said Jordan.
    “You know, there are times I could just slug you. You get so stubborn and on your high horse.” Max began to shout. “This is just the beginning! We have nothing but this man. We haven’t stopped anything and when they find out he’s gone, they just might move their timetable up! We have to have our best minds on this and that means you!”
    Jordan sighed, “Okay. Okay. What’s the plan? You know I’m in.”
    “You need to come back with us. We’ll head directly to D.C. You will have full access to this man. If we can get additional information out of him, we may be able to determine their targets and timeline. We just don’t have enough yet and I’m afraid the FBI might be scaring this man into regretting he came forward. You have a way of getting through to people. They open up to you; for some reason, which I’ll never understand, they seem to trust you.”
    Jordan smirked at her when she made her last comment. “Maybe because I treat them with respect and don’t start with the threats right off the bat. Let me pack my things. I can be ready in ten minutes.”
    William offered to secure the house and limped around, closing the external shutters. Jordan was soon downstairs with his large duffle bag and was ready to head out the door.
    “We’ll have someone come out and take care of the car and landlord,” Max stated as they piled into the car.
    As they started out the drive, Jordan yelled, “Stop the car!” and bounded out the door and back to the house. He emerged a minute later, juggling five bottles of olive oil in his arms.
    “This stuff is incredible; I can’t leave it!” Jordan said as Max gave him an incredulous look. “Hey! I don’t want to insult the farmer and set back Italian/American relations. Besides, I brought extra to share with the two of you.”
    “In that case, just get in the car,” Max pleaded. “We’ve got a plane to catch.”

Chapter Eight

     
    FBI SAFE HOUSE, TWENTY-SEVEN MILES FROM WASHINGTON, D.C.
     
    Akmed Aryanpur was alone in the room to which they had brought him after the meetings at what he believed was the FBI Headquarters in D.C. They had traveled twenty minutes from there to this house, and he’d no idea exactly where he was.
    He was questioning his actions. Had he done the right thing? Akmed imagined he would have been treated more as a hero, but he felt like they didn’t believe him and had hinted they thought he was some kind of agent sent, not to help, but rather to throw them off.
    Maybe he should have gone with the other option he’d pondered and just disappeared; this was a big county. He could of headed West and found a place to start a new life. They probably would have looked for him for a while, but not forever. His son had grown to the point where Akmed was no longer the key influence, which was now being provided by Mustafa. They would be suspicious for a while and be on guard for surveillance, for