Pete Mallard sat across the coffee table from President Shaw, aware that the President had quickly grasped the significance of the event. Shaw’s habit had always been to meet with groups, not individuals, so a private meeting with his NSA showed a quick grasp of the stakes.
“Pete, this smells to high heaven”, began Shaw. “The plot was pretty damned complex, with fake news credentials and a stolen van and all, but they don’t go for anyone else?”
Shaw stood up and paced as he spoke.
“And why not a bomb, or just go for a mass attack? This was too chancy.”
“But it worked” reminded Mallard.
“Yes, it worked” agreed Shaw. “That’s strange too. The right place at the right time? Too lucky.
“So, I don’t buy the ‘usual suspects’, Pete. We need to find the indirect attack.”