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
After I cooled off a little from my confrontation with Councilor Champ, I decided it was time for Rader's present. I don't trust him for shit and I can tell he certainly couldn't give a good god damn about me. If I'm going to lead and instruct these "people" I am going to need full cooperation and trust.Quickly I perform a quick scan of the main room for Mills; I needed to know what Presidential room the old hag was in. I suppose guessing wouldn't hurt. Since the boy was in the Nixon room, I head that direction. I open all the adjacent doors with my key card.All the rooms are identical, down to the way the drywall was seamed together. Very shitty job if you ask me. The seaming process is meant to hide the seam, not make it more obvious. Anyways, I continue room to room until I eventually find the old lady in the Lincoln room.If I didn't know any better, I'd t
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
This was really a bitter sweet moment for me right now. The end was here, the goal was accomplished and that's that. I left the room slowly with a blank look on my face, what was my purpose now? What was my motivation now? I was sweating profusely so my main goal right now was to get to the showers.Wiping the sweat from my forehead with my hands, not thinking about the blood that was replacing it. My entire body was covered in blood; I was merely moving the blood around my face and arms.On my way to the bedroom to shower I enter the main area and I had quite the audience. John, Holly and Mills were standing there after watching me perform on the surveillance camera. I will tell you that their faces looked like they had just seen a monster, but I wasn't the monster, Susan was.Smiling slyly, "John! I would love to hug you right now but I'm all sweaty from my morning workout."
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
The room is perfectly silent, not a sound anywhere to be heard. Holly is gone, there's something across my feet. I sit up very slowly and try to will the sleepiness away. I find a hand written note on top of the set of clothes that has been placed every so neatly upon my feet.The note reads, "Remember your meeting is tomorrow at eight thirty. Take today to rest and prepare for tomorrow. Love, Holly."Today is the day before the Secretary of State comes and "tests" our knowledge and ability down here. It's not like this bitch is going to shut us down. I'll just shove her in one of the Agent's rooms and she'll be convinced.Disconnecting the IVs was the easy part, rolling out of the bed was the problem. I managed to stay on my feet as I planted the landing like an Olympic reject. Getting dressed wasn't too tough. My eye hurt and my shoulder hurt but that's
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 anticipation has somewhat worn off. My office is the only thing containing my mind, body and actions right now. My past is soon to meet my present again and no one knows how this meeting will impact the future. Regardless, I'm the captain down here and the government wants to meet, we'll meet.Mills is at his desk in full dress, awaiting the arrival of our "special" guest. Susan Wilhelm, Secretary of Defense, will be in this office in less than ten minutes. Holly is at her desk as well, I can't see her but I can picture how she looks. The Boss, oh The Boss, he is sitting at his desk, asleep. Seriously.The intercom speakers' crackle to life, Holly announces, "Mills to the motor pool, our guest has arrived."Mills hops up and enters the motor pool. The Secretary is almost up stairs and he is going to get her with our car and bring her down through the large elevator.&nbs
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