I awoke with Holly on my good arm and a consistent throbbing on the bad.  She had applied a sling for my arm that wrapped around my body and secured it in place, making sure I didn't move it so the pain could be controlled.  It was quite uncomfortable but it served a purpose. Gingerly, I pull my good arm out from under her sleeping body.  She turns slightly, her head searching for the spot it was just in.  My dresser contained many things but all I needed was an under shirt and some pants.  My shoes were at the door already.  Somehow managing to dress myself, the wounded arm tuck under the shirt as the free arm is left to do the duty of two.  The shoulder harness isn't going to be effective today so I use a regular out of the pants holster for my service weapon.  The bathroom fells extra cold this morning but I have to brush my teeth, badly.  I finish the teeth, spitting up a

Make it look like an accident?  Make it look like an accident!  I've got an idea, it's a stretch but it's an idea.  Maybe this plan will work but I've got to sell it to my team and see if they think it will fly far enough over everyone's head that even the President of the United States will buy it. I placed Jeffrey's head down on the floor as gently as I could and called everyone to the middle of the room, "I've got an idea and I think it just might work." Everyone came in close, even Danny and I began to explain the plan, "Right before Jeffrey passed, he whispered something into my ear.  All he said was make it look like an accident.  I didn't have a clue what the hell he was talking about but now I get it.  He wants us to try to keep this place alive, keep the President on our side." Mills chimes in, "How the hell are we going to do that Gregg?  We just killed six secret service men

Waking up shortly after my morphine induced coma wore off notice immediately I was placed in a simulated hospital room that was connected to the simulated emergency where my shoulder was repaired…twice.  Of course there was a television and music but I noticed three separate 'Confidential' files on my food tray.  Each file pertained to one of the agents. I picked up the files, expecting to see the same information as the last time.  Instead, I first noticed a sticky note on the front cover, 'Some light reading while you recover'.  I opened the first file, Jeffrey's file.  Upon opening, I noticed instantly unreleased police crime scene photographs.  Upon opening the next file, I see this was Dennis's file.  More crime scene photographs that have never been released to the public along with other documents.  The last folder, by process of elimination was Gacy's.  Same contents as the other tw

Today is the day, the Secretary of Defense for the President and rumored to be his Vice-President candidate for the upcoming election.  All I know is her title and she is one of two people that knows and has direct input into this operation down here. I've been instructed to call her Ms. Wilhelm but I couldn't care any less about it.  I'll call her what I want, I'm not worried about it.  I'm really not too concerned about her visit, obviously if there were an issue there's no way we are getting shut down.  We are a necessary evil, something no one wants to know about but something everyone needs to preserve their innocence. It's now eight in the morning; I'm still in bed with Holly, right by my side.  Every time I feel her breath out and her breath hits me on the chest, it calms me that much more.  Just knowing I'm down here with someone I know, I trust and I love. My meeting isn't until ten

The Boss approached in haste.  His face showing nothing but fear and sincerity.  This obviously had something to do with my "treatment" of the Secretary of Defense and what the consequences may be.  Frankly though, I couldn't give less of a shit about it.  I closed that door to my past; I sealed that memory shut; I erased it from my mind and allowed myself the right to selfishly remove her and her horrid actions from the deep dark hole in my brain it was housed in. "Gregg, step into my office, Now!" This big black man was screaming and very aggressive.  He stormed off into the confines of his office. I followed the blood trail I had created with that monster's blood until the shiny dark redness turned towards my office where the initial altercation began.  I knocked hard, twice on The Boss's door.  I didn't wait for a response and entered the fully prepared for a battle of sorts.  What I saw was comple