Jack’s SUV arrived at the gate at 15th street and Pennsylvania Ave at 5:27 AM. His vehicle was waived through the perimeter security and headed into the underground entrance of the Treasury department. Before entering the secure parking facility that provided direct access to both the inner Treasury facility and the neighboring White House it was stopped for inspection at the strongly fortified barrier manned by the Secret Service that stood as the last obstacle before gaining access to the most secure residence in the world. A tall uniformed agent extended his hand palm forward instructing the driver to stop.
Jack’s driver lowered his window presented identifications for himself and his passenger. Another agent wearing Secret Service field BDUs walked a well-trained German Shepard around the vehicle checking for the scent of explosives. The driver addressed the agent at the barrier by rank.
“Sergeant, we’re late for an important party inside. May we proceed?”
The agent studied the credentials the driver had extended towards him. He recognized the SMA badges and knew that SMA agents were clear to access all areas of the facility. Before responding he looked over at his K9 handling partner for the all-clear signal. Thumbs up was given.
“You are clear to enter. I assume you know where you are going from here,” he replied stoically.
“Thank you,” responded the driver.
“I guess your motor pool guys don’t wash your trucks often, huh?” the agent added as he motioned toward the muddied tires and sidewalls of Jack’s command and control center on wheels.
