Slade Wilson parked the black SUV in the visitors section of the NFW Headquarters' underground parking lot and calmly walked to the elevator following Shawn Douglas. It wasn't often that trainers accompanied their students to meetings but Slade had done this a thousand times before, he knew...

The cold, damp road hadn't gotten any rest all morning as cars whizzed by, slicing through the pouring rain drops in downtown Boston. Shawn Douglas sat on the passenger side of a black Ford Expedition overlooking the city's large landscape, thinking through the consequences that would follow his...