ninety minutes before the meeting. A young pretty assistant walked through the West Wing lobby and the Roosevelt Room anteroom, her arms laden with folders labeled with each of the attendees’ names, and lined pads and pens bearing the White House logo. One of each was placed in front of an attendee’s already reserved seat. When she left the room, she closed the door behind her.
About half an hour before the meeting started, she returned in order to escort two of the West Wing white-coated kitchen staff members through the door, along with a long cart with coffee, tea, fresh fruit, and pastries.
The Operation Hercules meeting started promptly at nine on Thursday morning. The project’s lead scientists came early and filed in through the lobby anteroom.
I look closely at the two under suspicion: Rudy Brooks and Shelley Wollstonecraft. As they introduced themselves, their faces reflected recognition, as well as their surprise at seeing each other.
What I see next makes me shudder. Department of Justice Assistant Attorney Blake Reynolds, and Lee’s National Security Council liaison, Todd Courtland, came out of Vice President Drucker’s office just when the other two attendees—the director of intelligence, and the director of DARPA—walked toward the Oval Office with Lee.
Blake tried to indict me for treason along with Carl, because he refused to believe Carl doped me up in order to use me as a human shield during his escape from Gitmo. Todd is a conniving political animal, but I’ve yet to catch him doing something underhanded.
There’s a first time for everything.
In the video, Blake and Todd exchanged knowing glances, but then went their separate ways: Todd, to his own office in the West Wing; and Blake, out the reception area of the West Wing, presumably back to the Department of Justice.
Within ten minutes, the security directors entered the Roosevelt Room. The West Wing aide escorted the scientists in from the anteroom.
I fast-forward to the next time the doors open: about twelve-fifteen, when the group breaks for lunch.
Before joining the others in the dining room, the scientists were shuffled into the Oval Office for their official photos with the president. Lee carried a folder with him.
The DOI and DARPA directors grabbed their phones to check messages as they moved toward the West Wing dining room.
I check the time stamps on the breaches. Apparently, they took place within the lunch hour.
During that time period, Lee and the two male doctors—Rudy Brooks and Norbert Welles—moved from the Oval Office down the hall to the West Wing dining room. I notice Lee doesn’t have his folder with him, so he did indeed leave it in his office. Had he put it in the safe, like he insists?
The third scientist, Shelley Wollstonecraft, walked back into the Roosevelt Room. When she left, she had her purse with her. With it in hand, she headed to the women’s lavatory, near the West Wing lobby. Within five minutes, she’d rejoined all the men, who were already seated in the dining room.
Whereas there was hustle and bustle in the hallways, the meeting’s attendees stayed put in the dining room.
The waiters roamed in and out of the room with various serving dishes and pitchers. When dessert was finally proffered, Rudy headed out into the hallway that goes from the dining room to the closest men’s lavatory.
When he came out, instead of going back to the dining room, he made his way to the Roosevelt Room. He was there for only a few moments, but it was certainly enough time to take pictures with his cell phone.
Just as Rudy made his way out the door, the two members of the West Wing’s kitchen staff were entering with fresh hot drink urns in their hands. They seemed startled to see him. To put them at ease, he laughed, and was kind enough to hold the door open for them. This time it was left open. A Secret Service agent stood at the threshold and watched them, so they are cleared from
About half an hour before the meeting started, she returned in order to escort two of the West Wing white-coated kitchen staff members through the door, along with a long cart with coffee, tea, fresh fruit, and pastries.
The Operation Hercules meeting started promptly at nine on Thursday morning. The project’s lead scientists came early and filed in through the lobby anteroom.
I look closely at the two under suspicion: Rudy Brooks and Shelley Wollstonecraft. As they introduced themselves, their faces reflected recognition, as well as their surprise at seeing each other.
What I see next makes me shudder. Department of Justice Assistant Attorney Blake Reynolds, and Lee’s National Security Council liaison, Todd Courtland, came out of Vice President Drucker’s office just when the other two attendees—the director of intelligence, and the director of DARPA—walked toward the Oval Office with Lee.
Blake tried to indict me for treason along with Carl, because he refused to believe Carl doped me up in order to use me as a human shield during his escape from Gitmo. Todd is a conniving political animal, but I’ve yet to catch him doing something underhanded.
There’s a first time for everything.
In the video, Blake and Todd exchanged knowing glances, but then went their separate ways: Todd, to his own office in the West Wing; and Blake, out the reception area of the West Wing, presumably back to the Department of Justice.
Within ten minutes, the security directors entered the Roosevelt Room. The West Wing aide escorted the scientists in from the anteroom.
I fast-forward to the next time the doors open: about twelve-fifteen, when the group breaks for lunch.
Before joining the others in the dining room, the scientists were shuffled into the Oval Office for their official photos with the president. Lee carried a folder with him.
The DOI and DARPA directors grabbed their phones to check messages as they moved toward the West Wing dining room.
I check the time stamps on the breaches. Apparently, they took place within the lunch hour.
During that time period, Lee and the two male doctors—Rudy Brooks and Norbert Welles—moved from the Oval Office down the hall to the West Wing dining room. I notice Lee doesn’t have his folder with him, so he did indeed leave it in his office. Had he put it in the safe, like he insists?
The third scientist, Shelley Wollstonecraft, walked back into the Roosevelt Room. When she left, she had her purse with her. With it in hand, she headed to the women’s lavatory, near the West Wing lobby. Within five minutes, she’d rejoined all the men, who were already seated in the dining room.
Whereas there was hustle and bustle in the hallways, the meeting’s attendees stayed put in the dining room.
The waiters roamed in and out of the room with various serving dishes and pitchers. When dessert was finally proffered, Rudy headed out into the hallway that goes from the dining room to the closest men’s lavatory.
When he came out, instead of going back to the dining room, he made his way to the Roosevelt Room. He was there for only a few moments, but it was certainly enough time to take pictures with his cell phone.
Just as Rudy made his way out the door, the two members of the West Wing’s kitchen staff were entering with fresh hot drink urns in their hands. They seemed startled to see him. To put them at ease, he laughed, and was kind enough to hold the door open for them. This time it was left open. A Secret Service agent stood at the threshold and watched them, so they are cleared from
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