Thread: Methods of Exchange ( AdventureGirl & Greeneyed23)

Reed and Mike traded a smirk. She was good. Mike sat back and explained. For one I know because I was once on one of those teams but we only had ten missions before were pulled out. 1972 that was. Since then the government in general and the CIA, NSA, DHS, and DIA, not to mention a few others in specifics have tasked me with tracing these teams off the books. You can check with the current directors for a operation codename Sleeping Bear. Reed here has unknowingly fought some of these teams. Reed looked up so suddenly his neck popped. I what!? Didn't I tell you? No you did not you crochety old nutjob! Need to know? Reed started to say something else but Mike cut him off. The point is Agent Jacobs that they did exist. And yes you have a good point. the groin shot is more personal. But our nation has made a lot of enemies. Quite a few of our allies even hate us. And Peter Braithwaite was as clean as a fresh towel. Never cheated on his wife, took bribes, cut back alley deals or crushed people underfoot. He and Franks are the rarest of the rare. Honest politicians. So Braithwaite had to see or hear, or learn something that someone else did not want him to know. That someone activated a goteam and let them loose in our fair city. and if my suspicions are are right he won't be the last body you find like this. Across town a maid was opening the rooms in her hotel to check if they needed cleaning before the big convention when she opened the door to the smell of death. Another woman lay against the double doors of the balcony her congealed blood fly free for now. She had also been shot in the groin, the stomach, the right lung, her heart, then right between the eyes, which had put matching holes in the glass door behind her the shards out on the balcony blood everywhere as she had fallen scrapping her back and skull against the glass ripping large chunks of flesh, clothing and hair out and off her corpse. The owner stared for a long moment then screamed. The body of Peter Braithwaite's wife Constance gazed out at her and the open hallway behind her and made no reply. ------ These teams are highly trained and efficient. Any person who knows the truth or is even suspected to will turn up dead. You had best be ready agent. You are going to wade through pools of blood. ----- While the hotel crew called the FBI switchboard who in turn were about to call Emily, in the Pentagon a custodian was checking offices. he only cleaned unoccupied offices during the week and with so many offices in this the largest office building in the world he had plenty to do. As he opened the door to the Office of Air Force Intelligence Division and flicked on the lights, he noticed nothing out of the ordinary. He cleaned the reception area then the rear offices one by one until he reached the door that he could not access without supervision. The Satellite Image room. It was triple locked with key and dead bolt, a keypad with a built in print scanner and a card slide for authorized personnel only. The man made the call for a security agent to come supervise him while he worked and three minutes later the nearest officer, a young woman who had just recently joined after a medical discharge from the Army, arrived and let him in. She took her place by the door watching him carefully as he vacuumed the floors, wiped down the monitors and other sensitive equipment also using spray air to blow dust out which he duly vacuumed away. He was trained in computer technology repair and maintenance which was why he was cleared to be in here and other sensitive areas and was routinely followed and checked on to be sure he was not a mole and so far he had proven loyal. As he worked he did not speak to the agent his thoughts on his lunch back in his own office, his hands busy checking a stubborn bit of something on a computer monitor. The room was lit with a dark red light making it almost a dark room to heighten the user's eyesight and comprehension and after ten years at the Pentagon the man had grown so accustomed to the lighting situation he did not even borrow to turn on the main lights above him. But the mark would not come off. Admitting defeat he called to the officer. Would you turn on the lights please? She sighed but did so. Once his eyes had adjusted he looked at the spot and froze. He knew what that was. He started to reach for his biohazard gloves without even think when he saw the rest. He slowly turned following the trail and jumped with a shout. The officer was there in moments and she too flinched covering her mouth. She had seen combat and death but this... A man and woman, still in their work chairs, lay side by side both shot in the groin, stomach, right lung, heart then between the eyes. The officer had read her alerts carefully and knew what she had to do. She alerted her switchboard who made an immediate call to the FBI who though surprised quickly called Emily. The agent who had taken the call sighed. Emily is not going to be happy. Her nearest coworker nodded. Four murders within twenty four hours. This is very not good. And since they were civilian all ours. The first speaker nodded. Yeah. But in the Pentagon? --- So Agent Jacobs am I a nutjob and Reed a pain or do you think you can use us? Before she could answer her phone began to ring. Reed and Mike looked at it. You have to be kidding me.