The Government Front
Introduction
FBI agent Victor Henriksen awoke in an extreme amount of pain. Attempting to move his head as little as necessary, he took in his surroundings. From what he could see it could have been any police or FBI holding cell. The million-dollar question was how did he get here? The last thing he remembered with any clarity was the small child entering the police station asking about Sam and Dean and charging at her when he realized it was the demon, Lilith, possessing the body of a young girl. Everything after that is just a blur. "Well, no reason to just lay here." Agent Henriksen thought, and attempted to sit up. "Son of a bitch!" he cursed loudly as he collapsed back onto the cot, white light exploding inside his head as a fresh wave of pain washed over his entire body.
"Good to see you're still alive Agent Henriksen." said a deep voice from above his head. Not wanting to repeat his previous mistake, Henriksen slowly worked himself into a sitting position and faced the direction the voice had come from.
"On that point I may just have to agree to disagree with you Mr.?" said Henriksen, letting the unasked question hang in the air as he tried to get comfortable without passing out from a fresh wave of pain.
When his vision cleared he finally got a good look at his unnamed benefactor. He was an older man, probably in his mid fifties, wearing a tailored business suit that did little to hide an athletic build. The severe haircut and slight bulge of a weapon completed the image of a seasoned government agent. "Who I am is really irrelevant but if you must, you can call me Special Agent Jones." he said.
"Well then, Special Agent Jones, exactly where are we and how the Hell did I get here?" said Henriksen.
"The how Agent Henriksen is not nearly as important as the why. You're recent misadventure has brought you to be in possession of knowledge that my department guards very jealously. This puts me in a bit of a predicament. I have only two choices which are to either recruit you or kill you." said Jones.
"Kill me?" asked Henriksen. What in God's name makes you think that you can get away with killing an FBI agent in cold blood?"
"That would be easy Agent Henriksen. First and foremost, and lets be completely honest with ourselves here, you are in no kind of shape to even begin to defend yourself from me. I would dare say that, considering your current condition, that killing a five year old would probably present more of a challenge than you would. Second of all, I would face no repercussions for my actions based on the fact that you are already officially dead." stated agent Jones in a very matter of fact tone.
Henriksen just sat there for a minute, completely stunned. "Dead? Did you just really say that I am officially dead?" more a question to himself than to his now apparent captor and potential executioner. The realization hit him hard, but not nearly as hard as the flash of memory from Lilith's visit. He moaned not only from the physical pain of his over taxed and battered body, but from the emotional and mental pain brought on by the memory of how poor Nancy Fitzgerald had died ever so slowly at the hands of an innocent looking young girl. NO he thought viciously. Not an innocent young girl but a fucking DEMON!
To his credit, Special Agent Jones recognized the mental anguish brought on by a memory so bad that the mind tried to suppress it and allowed Henriksen time to recover. "To answer your question Henriksen, yes you are officially dead. After Lilith finished off the secretary, apparently taking several hours, she retired to allow her lieutenants some pleasure of their own. That is when my team arrived and found them just starting on you. All of the others were either dead or beyond all hope and while they were extracting you from the clutches of the demons, yes I said demons; Lilith showed up and basically nuked the whole place. At that point it seemed prudent to name you among the list of dead we fed to the media along with the story of the gas explosion. We had no idea if you would survive or not."
"But why would you even try to save me if all you were going to do was kill me?"
"You weren't listening Mr. Henriksen, I said there were two choices. One choice is to kill you. The other choice is to recruit you. We have been aware for several months now of the existence of demons. We are government agents after all and while the demon did a good job of imitating Deputy Director Steven Groves, it had to change where he focused his attention in order to promote its own agenda. Things like that do not go unnoticed. Since then we have made ourselves fully aware of Hunters and what they do. We have even managed to recruit a few for our own purposes which brings us back to the matter at hand."
"And that would be?"
"Whether you prefer to join our little side agency or to remain permanently dead." he said.
"Well that would depend on just who you are and what your agenda really is." he said doubtfully. A myriad of thoughts ran through his head about whom they reported to if anyone, what their tactics were, and just what exactly they were hoping to accomplish. There were too many to be considered at once and the answers to some only led to more questions.
" I know you have a lot to think over and many questions that need answering. Some of those answers I can give you but some you must discover for yourself. You will have a few days to make your decision during which time you will remain here. To help answer at least some of those questions I have left you a copy of our mission statement for you to mull over. It will answer many of your questions and probably create many more but for now, it and what I have told you so far is all you have to base your decision on. You will have no other human contact during this time to include medical. No point in further medical attention until we know what condition you will be leaving in. If you have any needs such as food or pain relievers just speak that need aloud and it will be provided but please don't attempt to speak with the person on the other side of the door. If they answer you then they will die with you. You have three days to make your decision. Have a good day Mr. Henriksen."
S.A. Jones retired from the room leaving Henriksen alone with his thoughts. "Well, first things first." he thought and announced to the empty room that he would like something for the pain and some food. Both were brought in short order, delivered through a chuckhole in the door just like the ones found in the doors of lock down units in prison. Not terribly surprising if a bit insulting but all things considered a reasonable precaution.
Then next three days passed with surprising quickness, most of Henriksen's time spent either sleeping off the effects of the brutal beating he had taken or pondering the disturbingly short but to the point manifesto. He couldn't think of it as a mission statement yet because he still wasn't sure whether they represented an actual government agency or just a bunch of nut jobs with badges. But the fact remains that nut jobs or not, their mission seems to be a good one. Protecting the United States and her interests, citizens included, from the demonic hordes.
Demonic hordes, now there is a term you never think that you will use in a normal thought or conversation but there you have it. And these are definitely not normal times. The whole they will kill me for good aside, their cause was just and the only way to know for sure about their mission and methods was to witness them first hand. "What the hell" Henriksen said out loud. "I'm in."
