Owen answered the phone, and Alicia's voice came from the phone: "Mr. Owen, let me inform you that my client, Mr. Jack Bauer, has just been formally arrested, and the trial will begin in two days."
"How could it be? I met Jack in the White House yesterday. In order to deal with the airport tragedy, the White House temporarily reinstated him to his duties."
"That's true, but the White House's approach is actually a bit thoughtless. Yesterday, someone took a photo of Jack entering and leaving the White House. Some people in the public opinion are already questioning why a suspect can continue to perform government duties. The White House should be trying to reduce the impact.
Considering to expedite the process, the court has just issued a summons and the court session will be held in two days."
No wonder the call to Jack just now didn't go through. It turned out that he had been formally arrested. However, how could it happen so quickly? When Irving was a policeman, he had to deal with lawyers and prosecutors. Their efficiency was not like this.
As if she could guess Owen's thoughts, Alicia said again: "This court session is a bit fast, but you don't have to be too surprised about this, because it is a normal operation. Next year will be an election year.
If President Palmer wants to keep his vote, he must deal with this incident as soon as possible and minimize the impact. Whether it is speeding up the trial of my client's case or urging your Counter-Terrorism Bureau to catch Makarov as soon as possible, it is actually based on this point
Think about it, solve the matter quickly, reduce the impact, restore your reputation, and win re-election..."
Alicia's insights hit the nail on the head, and Owen had an enlightenment. He is a lawyer. He can see the essence through phenomena. In a sense, they have the same way of thinking as politicians. They do not distinguish between right and wrong, but only look at the pros and cons.
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Owen hung up the phone and felt unhappy. The White House was trying to burn bridges again. He felt unworthy for Jack. Owen wanted to give up the job. What about Makarov and World War III? What happened to him?
Let the White House handle the matter on its own.
But after calming down, they gave up the idea. The White House just ignored it. If Omega went on strike, it would be counterproductive. Moreover, their families are in the United States after all. If the United States is really attacked by a poison gas missile, what will happen to them?
They don't do any good.
The intelligence obtained has been reported to the White House and Pentagon, and all they have to do is wait for other departments to find out the exact location of the drilling platform.
There is no need for Omega to do this. There are many departments that are better than them, such as CIA, NSA, and intelligence agencies at various government offices.
Owen was very upset, so he stayed in the office and called Monica. Monica didn't know about his injury, and Owen had no intention of telling her.
The two of them were talking on the phone. Silly Baitian trotted upstairs, saw Owen in the office, and knocked on the door.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to disturb you. The White House just called you and couldn't get through, so they informed me."
"What?"
"The location of the drilling platform has been determined. It is in British waters. The President's Office just informed me that the military aircraft are ready and can take off at any time. This time we are operating together with SAS."
"Okay, tell them to pack their equipment and gather in ten minutes."
Owen and Monica hurriedly hung up the phone, went downstairs and rushed into the weapons warehouse to sort out their equipment. The injuries they suffered before were all superficial injuries, but after a little treatment, they were no longer serious.
The U.S.'s powerful intelligence capabilities are indeed impressive. Working at full strength, the location of the drilling platform was quickly analyzed through various signs.
At the airport, everyone is boarding the plane.
During the flight, Shabaitian introduced the basic situation.
"Guys, the target this time is in British waters. The combat plan given by the Pentagon is that we and SAS will divide the work and cooperate. In an hour, you will land at the British naval base and rendezvous with SAS.
At present, it is not certain how many poison gas missiles the other side has, and it is not known whether they have been deployed. Moreover, intelligence shows that all the original workers on the drilling platform have become hostages. The British side requires us to try our best to ensure the safety of the hostages. And the most important point is,
This mission might be another trap of Marklov's, so everyone should be careful."
It was very quiet on the plane. Everyone was already accustomed to this way. There was nothing nervous. After understanding the basic situation, everyone closed their eyes and rested.
The plane flew through the sky and landed at Plymouth Naval Base an hour later.
A group of people filed off the plane and entered a building under the leadership of a soldier. The soldier opened a door and signaled everyone to enter. It seemed that this was the war report room.
In front of the huge whiteboard, three guys in camouflage uniforms were sitting on chairs and chatting about something. When they saw Irving and the others coming in, they all turned around and realized that these people were all SAS. What was strange was that there was a guy in a suit standing next to them.
As soon as they entered the door, before Owen, the captain, could say anything, the ghost had already dropped his equipment bag and came forward with a smile. The three people on the opposite side also made the same move and opened their arms to greet him.
"Ghost~~"
"Captain Price, Soap, Sanderson~~"
The four of them hugged each other tightly, and Owen then remembered that Ghost was also a member of SAS before. It seemed that they knew each other, and maybe they were in the same team before.
When the four ghosts were telling each other about their friendship, the guy in the suit also came to Owen, but instead of hugging him, he handed over a business card: "Captain Owen? Hello, I am Stanley Goolsby.
From the San Francisco FBI, chemical weapons expert..."
"Chemical weapons expert?"
"Yes, I am mainly focusing on this VX poison gas. The Pentagon asked me to come over and train you on related knowledge..."
Owen nodded, and the four people over there also finished hugging each other. The ghost gave a brief introduction to both parties and then everyone took their seats.
"Let me first introduce VX gas, which is a nerve gas. If a teaspoon of poison gas falls on the ground, all humans and animals will be forgotten within a hundred feet. If a teaspoon of poison gas explodes in the air, then there will be no living person in the eight streets.
biology."
Goosby used a preview that was as easy to understand as possible to introduce the characteristics of VX gas. Owen and Ghost actually knew something about these. They had participated in the previous hijacking of Flight 343, and VX gas was transported on the plane at that time.
But some others are new to the team and have not experienced it.
After everyone knew something about VX poison gas, Goolsby began to introduce the structure of poison gas missiles: "Generally speaking, poison gas missiles have two methods: rear-mounted and front-mounted. The rear-mounted is through... I don't know them.
Where did they get this batch of poison gas missiles? If it is Ukraine, then their manufacturing process is different from ours, and they may also use..."
After speaking a lot of professional terms, everyone here was confused. Irving roughly understood it, but it was useless. According to Gusby, the manufacturing process of poison gas missiles is divided into American and Russian styles.
The detonation principles of the two methods are completely different. In addition, there may be subtle differences in different countries. It is impossible for Owen to master these in a short time.
Looking at Price, both of them understood what the other meant. Owen stood up and interrupted: "Uh... Goosby, I think you'd better come with us..."
"What? How can that be done? I am not a combatant, I will not participate in the battle..."
"Dr. Goolsby, this is an order. The situation is special. You are the only one here who can skillfully identify and dismantle poison gas missiles. You must participate in this operation. Where is your home?"
"Uh...my home? San Francisco..."
Goolsby didn't know why Owen suddenly asked this question, so he answered subconsciously.
"San Francisco is also within the opponent's range, and do you think that with Makarov's style of behavior, he will let go of densely populated San Francisco?"
"Well……"
"That's it, Captain Price, let's discuss specific tactics..."
Goolsby was speechless and was taken into the car by Owen. The two teams began to discuss specific tactics. This time it was cooperation between both parties. Makarov had committed many crimes around the world, and he also committed crimes in London train stations.
He has committed terrorist attacks and has always been on the British government's wanted list.
SAS has a very strong combat effectiveness, which can be seen from both its reputation and the strength of the ghost. Irving does not reject cooperation with such a strong team. All they have to do is allocate good targets.
This operation did not focus on that team. The two parties were in a cooperative relationship. The drilling platform had a total of five floors, and the poison gas missiles could be deployed anywhere or separately. Irving quickly agreed with Price that the two would
The two teams divided the work and cooperated. Omega sneaked in from the water and was responsible for the lower two floors, while SAS broke in from the sky and paid attention to the upper three floors.