The Army’s search for Lt. Washburn and Sgt. Jackson didn’t
last long. A cadaver dog found their bodies located just inside the main gate,
about four feet into the ground. Army CID was called in. What they found
chilled the experienced investigators.
“Their hands are….gone….”
****
Norfolk, Virginia
Morziat stood up and pointed his
finger at the person who had entered the interrogation room; “Who the fuck are
you! And what gives you the right to interrupt my interrogation?!?!?”
“CIA Intelligence Officer Jack
Daniels.” He said, he turned and faced Jessica; “Ms. Morziat, please come with
me.”
“Where are you taking my
daughter?”
“We need to brief your Director,
orders of my Director.” Jackson looked at the reflective mirror, and nodded.
****
Gibbs looked at Director Montgomery and said; “This investigation
just got really fucking complicated.”
“Like it wasn’t complicated enough already.” Chimed Divante
Montgomery just nodded and ground his teeth together. First the FBI is under investigation, we
have murders in Europe that the press is somehow linking to the explosion at
the White House and the prime suspect in the Europe murders has CIA protection.
Fuck. The Director turned around and marched out of the observation room,
he turned right and instantly entered the interrogation room.
“Jackson I am Director Montgomery, NCIS. Why don’t you both
Morziats and I head up to my office?”
“Sounds good to me Director.” Montgomery turned and looked
at Morziat, who just nodded.
“Well then, shall we head up to my office?”
****
Bellevue, Washington
The commander of the operation had not taken kindly to being relieved. He had cursed at her and yelled; he had even tried calling their boss in Tokyo. After a few minutes he relented and relinquished his command. “Tell me; how far are you and your troops into the operation?”
“We have Washburn and Jackson’s hands in the freezer right
now.”
“Their bodies?”
“Our man buried them inside the main gate and bailed, just
as ordered. I just obtained information that the bodies were found this
morning, and Army CID is investigating.”
“Good good, maybe our boss was wrong about you.” She fired
two shots into his chest, the silencer made it sound like somebody was gently
patting her bottom. She bent over the bleeding man; “I have my orders, sorry.”
She stood up and fired a shot into the center of his head.
***
Marine Barracks,
Eight and I, Washington DC
President Jackson looked down at his desk, on it was a list
of people vying to join his Cabinet. He shook his head; he had never wanted
this damned job. He had only agreed to become SecTres so he could leave
government service once and for all. Now? Now he had endless headaches that
never seemed to cease, and only got worse with each passing day.
It was absoulutely frustrating. The press had blown up the
Europe murders, and now everybody and their mother wanted to know how those
were connected to the explosion at the White House. Europe’s economy was in
still in a tizzy after the complete collapse of the Greek Government. Oh and on
top of that, Iraq was still headless and descending into chaos and the CIA felt
that Iran was going to make a move. I DON’T
WANT THIS FUCKING JOB!!!
***
Virginia, Beach
“Are you ex-Intelligence Officer Marco Vargas?” Marco raised
his eyes and reached for his hip; “Sir that’s not very wise. FBI Agent Johnson,
could you come with me?” Marco fired two shots into Johnson’s face.
“You really think I’d fall for that shit Louise?” Marco
stood up, looked at his wife and whispered; “I’m sorry. Go to your parents
place it’s safe, your dad has a gun.” Marco bolted out the door.
***
Director Stephenson was looking at the barrel of his gun. If I hadn’t been so damn horny on my trip to
Tokyo none of this would have happened. He pulled the trigger, and his
world went black.
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