Permission Denied blazed the red letters on his screen. Gary nodded, not unsurprised. But not for nothing was he a member of the internal affairs bureau.

He walked out of his office, pulling the door shut until the lock beeped. A brief walk brought him to his supervisor’s door. He knocked, and barely heard a muffled “Enter.”

“Marna,” he started, “I need clearance for Gary Tellman and G2. I think something fishy is happening in Paris.”