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
Seven a.m., the day of my first mission with this group. I didn't sleep well, my nerves were getting the best of my body causing me to toss and turn all night. I even got up at two a.m. and rubbed one out, the cure for a restless night, and that shit didn't even work.My mind is full of images of flaccid dicks and blood filled hearts being used as props in a weird fetish sex show. What's a man to do? You can't un-see certain things, no matter how hard you try. No one else had seen what I had seen; it made life a little more difficult for me because it affected only me.Anyways, we'll just add that to the "Fucked up things that happened to Gregg Burnsfield" list and move on. I pop two Xanaxs and get dressed in some relaxing black basketball shorts and a fresh grey wife beater. Holly, of course, is still sleeping.She is curled up like a puppy, face pointing down and knees co
The large plane came in for the landing with a resounding swoosh sound. As we touched down the compression of the shocks on the plane caused all of our necks to snap a little bit but Jeffrey was fine in the truck, actually it was kind of bouncy for him.As the plane came to rest on the tarmac, the cargo door was opened and the lights were shut off on our end of the strip. We would move out in silence, quickly but silently. We all three manned our vehicles and eased out of the plane. My Tahoe scrapped the tarmac hard as we exited, unsettling Jeffrey a bit. Our three trucks formed a convoy of pure fearful ass kicking power. We exited the practically abandoned air strip and proceeded towards Jeremy's house, about 12 miles away. We entered the highway nose to tail, exceeding one hundred miles per hour. I was the lead so my lights were flashing and the rest were blacked out, even their headli
I wake up to the television flashing a news story about four dead cops, three dead bodies in a house that was currently burning to the ground and a dozen witness accounts of four people on the scene "waging war on the neighborhood". The remote control was taped to one hand and my morphine drip taped to the other. I quickly tap the drip three times, feeling an instant gratifying rush of narcotics in my veins.I flip the television on with a quick flick of the wrist. Four dead officers, I used to be an officer. That could have been me on the side of the road, executed by a secret government agency out killing people to protect the political scheme of things.The randomness and spontaneity of the colors and pictures began to relax me instead of my normal anxiety overload. I zoned out, out from the television and the news. I zoned deep into my brain trying to understand why my life has boiled down to kil
I don't know what the hell kind of shot Holly gave me but apparently I've been out for two full days. My body is stiff and rigid, as if rigor had begun to set in. My brain felt like it had just been poured out of a crusty ass frying pan after being scrambled for too long. I felt around on my body trying to identify any sore or damaged spots that still existed. To my surprise, my body was basically good as new.I inch my way out of bed, almost like the bed was applying resistance because it wanted me to stay longer. Every joint my body had was now cracking and popping like baby gun shots being fired off for no reason in rapid succession. Once on my feet, I do the usual hardcore stretch, neck, back and shoulder. Pop, pop, pop.There is a nice suit and clean under garments waiting for me, hanging nicely on the back of the door along with a manila folder. I head to the bathroom to shit,
Holly rolled in the advanced polygraph test machine we had. This machine was capable of not only capturing the change in pulse rate and anxiety during a false answer but it was also capable of detecting nonstandard eye movement or ticks on ones face during an untruthful answer. This machine also didn't require a yes or no answer, the response could be a paragraph if the tested wants to provide that much detail. The machine could remember and access all that information from weeks ago.Danny and I sat down at the metal table in the middle of the room. The presidential rooms were always used during poly tests because they had literally no stimuli at all. Once Holly set up the machine, she would leave the room too, can't be too safe.I took the finger pulse indicator and the chest bar pulse indicator and installed them appropriately. The retinal camera took very subtle changes but alignment wasn't hard