Rick was just seated staring at the computer screen. That was all he had been to do for a couple of years of his life. At some point , it became a very boring life for him. From morning till night on most days, he just spent almost all the hours sitting before a system and typing the appropriate commands. Life outside that was a rare one for him. Since the crisis started, he had barely had any time for himself. Just like he was seated now, so has he been seated for a while. If he was not there, no one else would take up his responsibility as much as he did them. Sometimes , he wondered what would happen to the United States Secret Service without that man called Rick. His role in the organization was not in any way questionable. He yawned . The thought of everything that had ensued came to him. For a second time in one morning, Captain Clinton had created a scene in public. It was not even noon yet. What was going to happen before the day came t
Alabama was indeed a great place for anyone to be. Agent Wills had not had anything to do with Alabama in the past. But he had heard wonderful stories about Alabama. Amongst all he heard about Alabama, the well pointed out ones were the hospitality that its people were said to show everyone, the beautiful gulf coast beach . One major point being the different varieties of foods it had been said to have. Agent Wills was not there for the tour. If not, he would love to go and have a little glimpse at the beautiful gulf coast beach. Or perhaps take out a good time to have a good breezy evening walk through the area. Agent Wills knew life had other things that could spice it up . But the nature of the job that he did had become a serious limiting factor to a certain level of excitement and fun-filled days he would have loved to create for himself. But being an agent was not an easy task. Not just that he was an agent but an agent for the almighty Federal
" Did you see that?" Mike asked Steve. " Did you hear them speak?"" Of course, I did. At least, I have not lost my hearing ability. "" We heard the gunshots. We witnessed everything that happened there. . How come they deny nothing really happened? Does that even make any sense?"" Well, that does not make any sense. But there is nothing we can do about it. Going public to say anything will only make matters worse for us. And you know what that means , right? We will have to get involved in a matter that we know nothing about. I joined the fight because of you . I wonder what you were really thinking when you started that fight."" Well, it is obvious I did not start any fight. You were there. I did not start it.
Kane was restless. Agent Helen was the reason behind his restlessness. Worry had occupied his head already. The transmission from Helen had not stopped yet. It had first started as a discussion. Not just a discussion but a sort of conflict of words with a supposed bad dude. Then, it changed from the talks to screams and violent noises coming in. Probably, it was a fight and nothing more. Now, it was no longer a fight . It appeared she was already inside a car. Had she been taken after the fight? Or was she leaving peacefully? The thoughts kept disturbing the peace inside the head of kane. He would have gotten over it already had it been that the transmissions were no longer flowing in. But here, the case was just the opposite. He had tried to call her attention earlier on . But all she could say to him was that it was not the right time to talk. When would it ever be the right to talk this out? His eyes were on the red dot. It kept on moving fast. Hel
Rick twisted his neck in both directions and then stretched his hands back and forth before walking into the office. His face was not in any good shape. The fine face that had fleshy chins like that of a succulent fruit had been disturbed . He held his jaw as he walked. His eyes went round. Everyone was busy. So, he needed to just pretend as if nothing really happened. Holding his jaw that way or walking in the manner he had been walking would only mean that something had gone wrong with him and would definitely attract the attention of other agents who would want to sympathize with him. That sympathy was not even necessary at the moment since it was only going to delay his move. He stood at a place and yawned . Then, he took his handkerchief and wiped his face. Every sweat that would prove a point had to leave his face. He put the handkerchief back into its place and began his majestic walk to his system. Funny enough, it was a failed attempt."What is wrong wi
Mike's Chevy Silverado sped along the road. There had been no other acceleration in the past ten minutes. It had taken off with a quick lunch, with an ever increasing acceleration as they drove through the streets in order to flee very far away from their enemies. Now, they were sure the enemy would not even get any close to them. Even if it were a vampire , the scent of their blood had gone far beyond being perceived. Mike was not a bad driver after all. The Chevy Silverado now slowed down. It decelerated slowly to a normal speed rate. Now, the speed was neither increasing nor decreasing. It has a constant velocity. The occupants too seemed to be having the same peace with the vehicle they were in. Mike was driving. Steve was seated beside him in front while agent Helen had the cool time alone at the back. After the moment of silence, agent Helen decided to speak up." What is with the
31Captain Clinton looked at his wristwatch to check the time. But it was a wasted effort. He sighed the wristwatch was lucky enough to not have been completely dislodged from his wrist. The whole screen had been broken off completely and the hand that denoted the hour time had been taken off the system. The only healthy hand was the minute hand as the second hand was cut from its middle point. There was no way he could know the time . The basketball court of the state school was totally deserted. The whole school was nearly void of people. No parent would let a child go out to school in a time like this when everyone was not safe including the fully grown adults. He yawned tiredly. What was taking Rick so long to come? In the past f
A Chevrolet Impala drove slowly as it came to a stop some meters away from a warehouse that was still in the construction process. The door opened and chief Christopher Balor stepped down. He looked back and forth before closing the door. Then, he turned to the direction of the warehouse. No work was ongoing at the moment. In fact, the vicinity was deserted. Chief Chris looked around again to be sure no one was going to make any silly moves. Then, he began his glorious March, walking as fast as he could into the premises of the warehouse. The gate was open and it appeared there was life in there. He nodded. Walking into the premises, he saw just a single vehicle. It was the exact one Rick had called his attention to a few moments ago. He smiled. It was the day to catch one of the high ranking traitors of the United States of America. It was chief Joe Maxwell's car. He turned his attention to the entrance and continued his walk. This time, he applied c
" What were you saying earlier on the phone?" Captain Clinton asked. " You were the one that called me, right?"" Yes. " The operator replied. " Since you left, we could not gather up our strength. Uhm. Especially considering the bitter truth that one of us lost his life a few minutes ago. "" I apologize for that. I didn't mean it to happen that way. "" No. You have nothing to be sorry about. We all saw how it happened. It was not your fault. "" Are you trying to make me feel good or what? You should be unhappy that the person who used to work here with you has died."" As you can see it written on our faces, we are not happy about his death. But we are