Eyes of Incarnation

ISBN-13: 9781467956871 / Angielski / Miękka / 2011 / 280 str.

Michael Condon

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It was snowing lightly as the driver maneuvered the vehicle across the Potomac. Inside it was warm as Special agent of the FBI field office out of Virginia turned on the wipers. Special agent James Henson continued to drive slowly, avoiding the snow drifts that were beginning to accumulate along the side of the road. He drove for the next twenty minutes until he reached the Washington Office of the FBI on Pennsylvania Avenue. He found a parking garage across the street from Washington DC and walked the rest of the way on foot through a mist of snow. Inside the building he continued through a maze of metal detectors and past armed guards, until he reached a desk, signed a ledger and noticed an older woman in perhaps her sixties. She asked him, "Can I help you?" "I'm here to see Director Johnson. He's expecting me." "And you are?" the woman stopped short and waited the last name. "Special agent Henson." he commanded. "Oh, yes sir, go right up the elevator to the fifth floor. He is waiting for you." He rode the elevator up to the fifth floor and once the door opened, Director Fred Johnson was there to greet him. "Welcome agent Henson. You are to follow me." He led him down a corridor to a door with the word Director on it, and opened it. It opened to a large room with books occupying the length of the wall, a large desk with papers covering it, and two chairs opposite each other. The director said, "Have a seat agent." Agent Henson sat down. The director continued. "I've read the report on David Harrigan and his associate. May I call him associate?" "We don't have his name sir. He had no ID on him when our agents brought him in." "And you learned nothing from Harrigan while he was detained?" "He was cooperative. But David didn't know his name. David said he showed up at his Indiana home one day." "Well, let's call this partner of his, associate for now," director Johnson said. He continued. "Like I said, I read the report. What do you want me to do about it?" asked the director. "He seems to have some powers of persuasion," agent Henson said flatly. "Have you done your research agent? You must know there are places, perhaps in the orient where they teach mind control. Anyway, there's little I can do. I have a full plate with terrorism cases, forgery, murder cases. I will leave it up to special divisions to deal with this. If there's anything you need just ask," director Johnson said. Then he continued, "I see you tried to run them off the road, unsuccessfully, but you tried, according to the report." "Yes we tried. We will succeed next time." "Where are you originally from agent?" "I was born in upstate New York." "How long have you been with the agency Mr. Henson?" "It's been seven years, this December sir." "Has it been your experience, Mr. Henson, during that time, to ever have that type of order?" "No sir. Not until this case." "You're only following directives from your unit? Is that right?" "Yes sir." "Who asked for your approval?" "It was suggested by all the doctors. It was unanimous sir." "Very well agent Henson." The director got up from the chair. "Let's take a walk down to the cafe down the hall. We can talk more, but not about the case." "How about some coffee?" the director asked, as they walked out the door. They walked down the long hallway. They passed three doorways with agent's names on them, along with a few private doors until they reached a small cafe. Inside it was brightly lit with a few tables with windows alongside. Outside, a mist of snow had turned a green lawn, white, if even for a short time. A little frost was building on the window pane as they walked to the self-serve coffee machines. "They have a good black coffee here, if you like it black," said the director. Agent Henson flipped the handle of the coffee machine and filled the small Styrofoam, waiting for the director to finish. They proceeded to a table by the window and sat down"

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