He opened the door to his apartment.

 

Two men in suits stared back at him.

 

Five minutes later Puller sat in the back of a Tahoe and kept his gaze pointed

out the window. The two men sat in front.

 

Their credentials had given Puller no choice but to accompany them. His sidearm

had been confiscated for the time being. His cell phone had also been taken. He

was uneasy about all of this, but he had to see it play out. He had no other

option.

 

The SUV pulled through the guard entrance where the men in naval uniforms

checked IDs, scrutinized Puller, and then motioned them on.

 

Puller knew there was another wall of defense around the place that included men

in suits with comm wires in their ears, like the pair in front of him.

 

The imposing house loomed up in front of them.

 

Puller had never been here. Most people had never been here.

 

The truck stopped in front of the house and they all got out. Puller was

escorted inside, down a hall, and into a large room outfitted as an office and