Frank called back right on time. He said, “No information had gone anywhere yet about West Virginia. My boss, whom you met, wants you and anyone with you who understands the IRA to please come to Washington. This is a very serious plot, and we have no one who is as up to date as you and your people.”

“We could save time and fly up but you would have to provide us with equipment, including weapons. Can you do that?”

“Yes. What will you need?”

“Three Browning 9mm with sound suppressors. Each with four magazines. One AR-15 and one sniper rifle, preferably a US M40A1. A couple of car-tracking beacons, five short-range push-to-talk radios. Three protective vests, two large, one medium. A half-dozen concussion grenades. One night vision unit. Two sets of cop flash credentials with a blank place for thumbnail photos. One small motorized 35 mm camera. That’s it.”

“Good list. We can do it. Where do you want it?”

“I’ll tell you later. We’ll be there tomorrow. I’ll check in. In the meantime you have in your legislature a Congressional Committee called the HPSCI that oversees the government’s intelligence activities. You might check the Committee roster for Irish names and any recent, last five years, travel to Ireland. Also anyone supporting Irish causes.”

“Okay. I’ll do that myself.”

“That’s all I have. Goodbye.”