PROLOGUE
Three men stood on the roof of a building. The half-moon illuminated their meeting place eerily. One had a massive rifle strapped to his back. The second was watching the area closely, worried that Law Enforcement vehicles were coming up the drive. They weren't. The third was talking quietly.

"Alpha team will take the north side, near the Silver Spring. Delta and Echo will hit the CIA and FBI headquarters. Zulu team will do the final blow. The main attack will take no more than three hours. The capital of this country will fall."

The man spoke with passion, dark energy surging through every syllable he pronounced. Anticipation was pumping through his veins. The attack had been planned for months. They had hired dozens of operatives from around the world to form the teams. Alpha, the sniper team. Delta and Echo, the assault teams. Zulu, the siege team.

The grand attack had one purpose. To hold in terror the capital of the United States of America. The grand city where all American pride was based. Where white buildings form a skyline lined by famous monuments. The city of presidents.

Washington DC

TIME TO ATTACK:48 Hours
Time: 12am, August 4

Ten miles east, a man sat at his computer, typing slowly. Special Agent Timothy McGee was finishing the paperwork from one of their latest cases, a drug bust in Silver Springs. Ten drug dealers had been arrested, along with a dozen thugs. It was the most successful bust of the year.

The man closed his computer, and got up, avoiding the garbage can left in his way by fellow agent Tony DiNozzo. He didn't notice the man watching him from across the street, keeping tabs on NCIS headquarters. The clock was ticking.

The attack was near.