June 12th
"Wow, this is huge," said Hannah as they sat down in the Prime Minster's private jet. "It's like an aircraft hanger."
"Very well appointed," nodded White.
"You have a cocktail bar," said Arthur, "I haven't seen one of them for decades."
"That's down to my predecessor," said the PM.
"Why are there so many of us going to visit the CIA director?" asked Hannah.
"Because we don't trust the bastard," said White.
The PM nodded in agreement.
"Either he's an incompetent idiot who doesn't know what's going on under his nose or he ordered the Cambridge raid. Whichever is the case, we need to talk to him and we don't trust him."
"Have either of you ever met him?" asked Arthur.
"No. And that puts us at a disadvantage, doesn't it, Bill?"
"Yes, sir."
"They do have a long history of interfering in the affairs of other countries though, don't they?" said Hannah. "They're not a very ethical organisation - mind control experiments, shooting the occasional president."
White laughed.
"You've been watching too many documentaries."
"You're not saying you think Oswald killed Kennedy?"
"It's not part of my job to have an opinion on things like that," said White.
"What about you?" asked Hannah.
"I refer you to the answer given by my colleague," smiled the Prime Minister.
"The point is," said Arthur, "if we do prove he's guilty of planning, or at least condoning, the Cambridge raid, what can we do about it?"
"That depends..." began White.
They were interrupted by the pilot's voice on the intercom.
"Please fasten your seat belts, we will be taking off shortly.”