Mack Thompson |PF|
*There was no God. He knew this because if there was, he'd have been taken out of his misery long ago. No just God would make a man suffer so. Staring at the envelope like it was poison was simply postponing the inevitable. With a heavy sigh, he sliced open the seal, pulling the contents out to spill across the desk. No accidental deaths so far. Only one small explosion. He could likely spin it as a gas leak, as it was on a yacht in the Mediterranean. They wouldn't ask too many questions. The Israelian prime minister was still breathing, though there were some questions about the "Secret Service" agents' extracurricular activities. Kaleva and Ayesha were taking the new recruits through their paces. They'd soon have a short list for new teams.*
*There was no God. He knew this because if there was, he'd have been taken out of his misery long ago. No just God would make a man suffer so. Staring at the envelope like it was poison was simply postponing the inevitable. With a heavy sigh, he sliced open the seal, pulling the contents out to spill across the desk. No accidental deaths so far. Only one small explosion. He could likely spin it as a gas leak, as it was on a yacht in the Mediterranean. They wouldn't ask too many questions. The Israelian prime minister was still breathing, though there were some questions about the "Secret Service" agents' extracurricular activities. Kaleva and Ayesha were taking the new recruits through their paces. They'd soon have a short list for new teams.*
*His lips firmed as he spotted the next report. Betz and Creeks had once again been caught in foreign custody. Scanning through the notes, he sighed. One issue with their line of work is that agents made unsavory contacts. It was part of their job. Some agents however, grew so used to the position that they sunk to those depths as well. Drug and weapons trafficking. For the 2nd time. He could excuse the first, and in fact, had given them a reprieve in case their story was true and it had been simply a misunderstanding, expected with deep cover work. Twice was no longer a coincidence. Either they were dirty, or they were stone stupid and would expose them all with their incompetence. Neither explanation was excusable.*
*Rubbing his hand over his eyes, he dug through his desk for the official stamp he rarely used. Shoving the papers back into the manila envelope, he resealed it, leaving Betz and Creeks' paperwork at the top. The inked words spoke it all. "Service Terminated". There would be no help coming. Every agent knew that if they truly went rogue, the agency turned their back. They worked outside of the laws governing most beings. That meant they had a strict code to adhere to. Break the code, you're on your own. Calling for one of the lower ranked agents, Mack gave him the keys to the storage lockers* Clean them out. Get rid of whatever is in there. Then grab Sands and purge the records from their databases and dossiers. Send an alert when it's done.
*Rubbing his hand over his eyes, he dug through his desk for the official stamp he rarely used. Shoving the papers back into the manila envelope, he resealed it, leaving Betz and Creeks' paperwork at the top. The inked words spoke it all. "Service Terminated". There would be no help coming. Every agent knew that if they truly went rogue, the agency turned their back. They worked outside of the laws governing most beings. That meant they had a strict code to adhere to. Break the code, you're on your own. Calling for one of the lower ranked agents, Mack gave him the keys to the storage lockers* Clean them out. Get rid of whatever is in there. Then grab Sands and purge the records from their databases and dossiers. Send an alert when it's done.