Spoils of the Rotten

On a stormy July morning in Washington, D.C., a tan 1971 Ford Galaxie 500 stopped outside the steps of the Pennsylvania Avenue entrance of the Eisenhower Building. Daniel Stanley Metcalfe, a tall, slender man with thick brown hair - clad in a white shirt, black polyester pants, and a navy blue tie - opened the passenger door of the Ford Galaxie and stepped out of the car. Currently in his mid-thirties, at one point Metcalfe had the prospect of an academic career after graduating with a degree in Mathematics, but following questionable employment in a now-defunct financial firm, Metcalfe sought employment with the Bureau of Intelligence and Research, hoping to redeem himself and make a name for himself in the Metcalfe family tree, replete with illustrious figures in the history of the American experiment.
Metcalfe reached into his breast pocket to pull out a pair of oversized gold-framed aviator glasses, definitively proving that the year is 1979. From the car stereo, Van Halen's Top 20 hit "Dance the Night Away" was playing. "Tell you what, Terrence, the next time you're taking a red-eye flight on Economy class in the middle of a world war, you let me talk to you about a bad lunch with my in-laws, ok?" Metcalfe said to the driver, "Damn it, I forgot my raincoat in Germany". The car drove off and Metcalfe walked to the stairs leading into the building and checked his briefcase as he walks. "Huh, I forgot my only pen as well, damn it".