Ted was born premature. He was an impatient child. He was also a genius. He was reading by the age of three. He graduated high school at fifteen. He enrolled at MIT. He studied Persian, Mandarin Chinese, and Farsi in his free time. He graduated a year early. A month later a man from the CIA rang his doorbell.
“How would you like to work for us?” he asked.
“He’s only eighteen,” Ted’s dad said.
“We’re okay with that, sir” the man said.
“What is it that you need him for?” Ted’s dad asked.
“Can’t tell you that, sir,” the man said.
“I’m not going to let him go, then,” Ted’s dad said.
“Like you said, sir, he’s eighteen. Legally, you can’t stop him.”
Ted was breaking codes a week later. He couldn’t believe it. All the cloak and dagger games he played not so long ago evolved into real life scenarios. Best of all, he was making a six figure salary.
Codes were intercepted between Iran and China. After studying them, Ted claimed China was giving Iran blueprints for a nuclear weapons facility. The building was currently under construction. The information was passed to the President.
“Are you sure?” the President asked.
“Yes, sir,” Ted said. “Absolutely.”
The President gave the go ahead.
An MQ-1 Predator was deployed. Target was destroyed.
The next day, Iranian TV reported that a hospital was bombed in the city of Qean, killing five hundred people, mostly patients.
Washington denied having any involvement.