Chapter ElevenBeatrice: 1988“The key, people,” Beat stood at the front of the training center lecture room. “The key is learning to act accurately and quickly on incomplete information.” Two dozen agent-wannabes slumped in their seats, well past exhaustion. The room was a double-wide trailer, shabby from a hundred training classes and thousands of post-action analyses. The Georgia heat was so concentrated in here that she was surprised the plastic carpet didn’t melt.
“Most of you pre-judged the roles. Make no assumptions. Ever!” She put a slide up on the screen. “Lynette Alice ‘Squeaky’ Fromme assassination attempt on President Ford during which no shots were fired.” Click-clack of the advancing slide. “Sarah Jane Moore repeated the attempt seventeen days later, actually firing her weapon
