to sit down
beside Sam.
* * * * *
“Well, I guess that I’m going to
Washington now, after all,” Trish said.
“What’s going on?” Jess asked.
Trish explained what Nathan had called
to talk to her about.
“I hate to see you go,” Jess said.
“Me, too, but don’t worry. You’ll all
be joining me soon, and besides, I’ll be calling you as soon as I get there. I
have to keep a check on Lee.”
“Have a good flight, and be safe,”
Michael said as Trish stood to exit the room.
“Thanks, and I’ll see you two later,” Trish
said as she left.
She hated to leave her new friends, but
she didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. She had always hated to be the
center of attention, and God knows that she had made herself a big enough deal
earlier about the attack in Dallas. As she made her way outside the hospital, she
passed a woman who was walking as if she were on a mission. The woman was in
her mid to late twenties, and she was about 5’8. She had long brown hair, and
although she was small, the determination that burned in her eyes made her seem
like she would be a more than worthy fighter to Trish. What am I doing? Why am
I diagnosing civilians as if they were potential agency candidates? She’s
probably just in a hurry to see a family member or something like that, Trish
thought while shaking off the killing look that she seemed to read in the girl.
If she had known how wrong she was right then, she would have turned and ran
after the stranger who had just passed her, but unfortunately, she didn’t, and
if this stranger had her way, someone was about to pay the price for her lack
of ability to pay attention to her God-given instincts.
* * * * *
“How about this guy?” Dan asked while
holding up a soldier’s profile.
“No, he’s gigantic,” Zane answered.
“But isn’t that a good thing?”
“He’s just going to be a bigger target,”
Jason answered in a dejected tone before Zane could.
“What’s wrong with you?” Zane asked.
“I can do a lot more than this.”
“I know you can, and I have a feeling
that by the end of this you will, but for now, try to stay patient.”
“Fine. Pass me some of those files.”
“How about this one, then?” Dan asked.
Zane took the file from him and had a
look.
“I said that the last one was too big,
not that I was looking to recruit an army of midgets!” Zane said in surprise by
how small the man in the picture was. They all shared a laugh and continued
working.
Something was troubling Campbell as he
sat in his office. Markus said that he had people in the CIA who worked for
him. I need to have someone that I trust look into this, he thought. He exited
his office and walked to Burt Jones’s office. I have something that I need you
and someone you can trust to work on,” Campbell said to him.
“All right. Let me get my guy, and
we’ll meet you in your office,” Burt said.
“Okay, but try not to take too long.
This is very urgent.”
Burt got up from his desk and found his
way into Jason’s office where Jason and two other men were laughing.
“Can I borrow you for a little while?”
Burt asked Jason.
“I’m kind of in the middle of helping
these guys out right now.”
“Oh, okay. I just thought that you
would want in on a super-secret project that I’m working on for Mr. Campbell,
but if it’s of no interest to you, I’ll just move on. Maybe I’ll get Dave to
work with me on this.”
“No, wait! I mean, what’s going on?”
“That’s what I’m going to find out
now.”
“I told you that you would be doing
much more soon, although I didn’t anticipate it would be this soon,” Zane said
with a smile.
Jason nodded to Zane.
“All right, I’m coming with you then,”
Jason said as he stood up and began to exit the room.
He and Burt made their way to Campbell’s
office and took their seats.
“Now, what is this all about?” Burt
asked.
“I have reason to believe that there
are multiple people
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