The Madman
I was early to work today and that seemed to surprise everyone when was the last time I showed up early to this place?
The official had summoned me to his office.
I had only been there a few times since coming to work here but still I didn't like it.
Albert Ebert's was always hovering over the fat man and I hated that. Didn't the man have any backbone at all?
Today was like any other day or so I thought except for the appointment.
I arrived there at 8 am sharp. I didn't need to be there 'til 8:30 but I wanted to be prepared.
The halls were empty except for the usual early morning arrival of Darien Fawkes and Robert A. Hobbes.
I stood in the hallway watching them for more than 15 minutes before Albert called me into the office. Mr. Fawkes was always in an uplifting mood and shelly seemed to like him okay. So I guess he must be. But he always seemed to get away with more than I thought he should for one thing doesn't the guy even own a suit?
The meeting began as any other I was asked to have a seat as the official looked over some paperwork and Albert Ebert's cowering behind him as usual.
I didn't think I had anything I should be worried about. After all I had worked 15 long years for the agency in the accounting department for most of those years. All with only 2 sick days.
"Mr. Kory Medelsan?"
"Yes sir."
"You seem to have an exemplary record. 15 years of service I see."
"Yes sir in accounting."
"I see that. 2 sick days that will not be tolerated at this agency."
"No, not tolerated at all." Albert repeated.
I really hated that.
'But sir I… I was cut off
'The official would like it if you would please remain silent until he is finished unless otherwise addressed. Albert demanded.
I nodded and he went on.
We have had to make some cutbacks. In the amount of a little more than your salary to be exact. I'm sorry but we will have to let you go.
But sir, I know there has to be other ways.
Name just one, I'm open to suggestions.
What about Mr. Fawkes I know he makes more than I do and he's had more sick days.
Out of the question the official barked.
If he were so concerned with salary cutbacks why wouldn't he listen? Besides Mr. Fawkes was such a goofy guy anyway. I couldn't understand why the agency hired him in the first place.
Out of the question. Mr. Fawkes is one of our best agents we could no more get rid of him than well...Ebert's here.
Then perhaps you would consider this counteragent that I seem to keep seeing requisitions for. The stuff costs millions and you use it once a week sometimes more.
Ebert's the official barked he had a peculiar looking scowl on his face. Was this a good idea or bad. I couldn't tell but I for one thought it was brilliant.
I'm afraid we can't do that Mr. Medelsan. You will just have to accept your fate.
We will let you finish the week and please have your things with you when you leave on Friday. You will not be let back in the building. I'm sorry but this is how it has to be. It has been a pleasure working with you.
With that I left. I was numb how could this be? Me, I was fired? I was totally dumbfounded I couldn't believe it.
I left there at 3:00 that day thinking I would find another solution to their problem.
I checked all the files I could find. But I kept coming back to one solution Mr. Fawkes and he always requisitioned that counteragent.
So I decided that I was going to take care of the problem myself but first I had to find out what they used this counteragent for.
I sat in front of Mr. Fawkes' apartment for about an hour before he left again. I followed him he was a very odd fellow. Where did he get those clothes of his anyway?
He went back to the agency and down to the basement labs. I'd heard about them but never had seen them for myself.
He went in number 101 and Miss Keeply was there.
I saw her before the door closed. What were they up to?
I decided I would try to get his passkey.
As he came out I made it look like I was going over some numbers and stumbled into him.
"Wow there. Kory you okay?
Yes Mr. Fawkes excuse me but I was just going over some numbers and I needed your signature on this week's requisition form.
Sure he said and signed away.
It was perfect perhaps too perfect I would wait until Miss Keeply left then go find out what was going on, but first I needed to disable the security cameras. I spent 5 of those 15 years in investigation but when I couldn't get along with my partner they stuck me in accounting. Sure I was good at numbers but this was ridiculous. I should have Albert's job.
I waited for 20 minutes before she left. 10 more to take care of security so it was 30 minutes before I got into the lab.
When I got there I could not believe all of the equipment. And then I saw it counteragent there were multiple vials of the stuff. I thought of maybe taking it but thought better of it.
An open file was laid out on miss Keeply's desk so I figured she would be back soon.
I went over and began to read the file.
The subject has been exhibiting erratic behavior possibly some new side effects from the gland. Also exhibits elevated blood pressure and temperature possibly the results of an infection of sorts. Will monitor and update if necessary. Counteragent administered in usual dosage subject has not as yet built up any kind of resistance.
As I turned the pages in the file I realized this was not merely a lab rat they were testing but a human being. I could not believe this. The agency was doing some sort of experiments on humans? I thought for a moment I think that this Mr. Fawkes is behind it all. Get rid of him and the counteragent in one fell swoop and I get my job back.
I left the agency and went to my apartment I was going to need a camera and would have to take lots of pictures so I could figure this out and if this was to work I needed them to prove my case. I needed to let Mr. Fawkes know he was my target but I needed to be very careful in doing so.
I sat down at my typewriter I did not have enough funds for a computer and thought they were a waste of time anyway. I began to type a series of letters that I would give to Mr. Fawkes throughout the week. The first of which read: Darien Fawkes I'm watching you and your days at the agency are numbered!!!
I finished typing and decided to go back to the lab I needed to get some of that counteragent. It would work marvelously with my plan. Upon arriving back at the agency it was after 9pm so the halls were empty except for a few guards that were easy to slip by. I entered the lab and collected several vials of the counteragent. I would collect the rest in time. I collected just enough that they would not miss it. It was enough however for my plan. Upon leaving I left the passkey in which I had made a copy on the rather demented looking dentist chair in the center of the room.
I mailed the first letter by messenger I needed it to get there as soon as possible. The messenger service I happened to be using eased my mind in reassuring me it would be there within the hour.
I watched outside his apartment taking pictures as the messenger service took the letter to Mr. Fawkes. Of course he was home and I watched as he opened the letter. I had learned to lip read so what he said was easy to tell. Arnaud he said. Slamming the letter on the counter he picked up his cell and dialed a number, which I could not see.
But the gist of the conversation was that someone by the name of Arnaud was back. The plan was working they would never suspect me. And whoever this Arnaud was would take the fall for my crime.
Yes I knew what I was doing was a crime but I had to, I had to have my job back. And I would not rest until I at least tried to get my job back.
I sat there through the night and about 4am when I was sure Mr. Fawkes was asleep I crept into his apartment I had broken a vial of counteragent and left a counteragent soaked letter which read: Darien Fawkes you will never use this counteragent again. Remember your days are counting down. I left the note and broken vial on his floor next to the bed.
Next morning at approximately 9am he awoke and stepped on the broken glass. He screamed looking at his bloody foot he had a look of extreme anger on his face. He then got dressed limping out the door and headed back to the agency.
I needed to go to work for the day so I did not follow him. I would have to wait until after work for the rest of my plan to go into effect.
I went to my desk and Shelly came over and we talked for a while she seemed truly sorry I would be leaving in a few days. Darien Fawkes came in at 10am. He's late today I hope they still think it's that Arnaud character.
I will have to be sure I have the next phase ready. It all begins tonight.
I called my grandmother she says we still have that piece of land in the hills with the traps. Granny says to be careful because Dad never did fill in those 50 ft holes he dug for who knows what? I think they will do quite nicely. I can hide him and no one will know where he is. There are 7 of them that I can remember.
It's 12:00 lunchtime and I can't wait to get out of here I need to go check and make sure everything is prepared everything ready for implementing. He is going to pay. I still need
I was early to work today and that seemed to surprise everyone when was the last time I showed up early to this place?
The official had summoned me to his office.
I had only been there a few times since coming to work here but still I didn't like it.
Albert Ebert's was always hovering over the fat man and I hated that. Didn't the man have any backbone at all?
Today was like any other day or so I thought except for the appointment.
I arrived there at 8 am sharp. I didn't need to be there 'til 8:30 but I wanted to be prepared.
The halls were empty except for the usual early morning arrival of Darien Fawkes and Robert A. Hobbes.
I stood in the hallway watching them for more than 15 minutes before Albert called me into the office. Mr. Fawkes was always in an uplifting mood and shelly seemed to like him okay. So I guess he must be. But he always seemed to get away with more than I thought he should for one thing doesn't the guy even own a suit?
The meeting began as any other I was asked to have a seat as the official looked over some paperwork and Albert Ebert's cowering behind him as usual.
I didn't think I had anything I should be worried about. After all I had worked 15 long years for the agency in the accounting department for most of those years. All with only 2 sick days.
"Mr. Kory Medelsan?"
"Yes sir."
"You seem to have an exemplary record. 15 years of service I see."
"Yes sir in accounting."
"I see that. 2 sick days that will not be tolerated at this agency."
"No, not tolerated at all." Albert repeated.
I really hated that.
'But sir I… I was cut off
'The official would like it if you would please remain silent until he is finished unless otherwise addressed. Albert demanded.
I nodded and he went on.
We have had to make some cutbacks. In the amount of a little more than your salary to be exact. I'm sorry but we will have to let you go.
But sir, I know there has to be other ways.
Name just one, I'm open to suggestions.
What about Mr. Fawkes I know he makes more than I do and he's had more sick days.
Out of the question the official barked.
If he were so concerned with salary cutbacks why wouldn't he listen? Besides Mr. Fawkes was such a goofy guy anyway. I couldn't understand why the agency hired him in the first place.
Out of the question. Mr. Fawkes is one of our best agents we could no more get rid of him than well...Ebert's here.
Then perhaps you would consider this counteragent that I seem to keep seeing requisitions for. The stuff costs millions and you use it once a week sometimes more.
Ebert's the official barked he had a peculiar looking scowl on his face. Was this a good idea or bad. I couldn't tell but I for one thought it was brilliant.
I'm afraid we can't do that Mr. Medelsan. You will just have to accept your fate.
We will let you finish the week and please have your things with you when you leave on Friday. You will not be let back in the building. I'm sorry but this is how it has to be. It has been a pleasure working with you.
With that I left. I was numb how could this be? Me, I was fired? I was totally dumbfounded I couldn't believe it.
I left there at 3:00 that day thinking I would find another solution to their problem.
I checked all the files I could find. But I kept coming back to one solution Mr. Fawkes and he always requisitioned that counteragent.
So I decided that I was going to take care of the problem myself but first I had to find out what they used this counteragent for.
I sat in front of Mr. Fawkes' apartment for about an hour before he left again. I followed him he was a very odd fellow. Where did he get those clothes of his anyway?
He went back to the agency and down to the basement labs. I'd heard about them but never had seen them for myself.
He went in number 101 and Miss Keeply was there.
I saw her before the door closed. What were they up to?
I decided I would try to get his passkey.
As he came out I made it look like I was going over some numbers and stumbled into him.
"Wow there. Kory you okay?
Yes Mr. Fawkes excuse me but I was just going over some numbers and I needed your signature on this week's requisition form.
Sure he said and signed away.
It was perfect perhaps too perfect I would wait until Miss Keeply left then go find out what was going on, but first I needed to disable the security cameras. I spent 5 of those 15 years in investigation but when I couldn't get along with my partner they stuck me in accounting. Sure I was good at numbers but this was ridiculous. I should have Albert's job.
I waited for 20 minutes before she left. 10 more to take care of security so it was 30 minutes before I got into the lab.
When I got there I could not believe all of the equipment. And then I saw it counteragent there were multiple vials of the stuff. I thought of maybe taking it but thought better of it.
An open file was laid out on miss Keeply's desk so I figured she would be back soon.
I went over and began to read the file.
The subject has been exhibiting erratic behavior possibly some new side effects from the gland. Also exhibits elevated blood pressure and temperature possibly the results of an infection of sorts. Will monitor and update if necessary. Counteragent administered in usual dosage subject has not as yet built up any kind of resistance.
As I turned the pages in the file I realized this was not merely a lab rat they were testing but a human being. I could not believe this. The agency was doing some sort of experiments on humans? I thought for a moment I think that this Mr. Fawkes is behind it all. Get rid of him and the counteragent in one fell swoop and I get my job back.
I left the agency and went to my apartment I was going to need a camera and would have to take lots of pictures so I could figure this out and if this was to work I needed them to prove my case. I needed to let Mr. Fawkes know he was my target but I needed to be very careful in doing so.
I sat down at my typewriter I did not have enough funds for a computer and thought they were a waste of time anyway. I began to type a series of letters that I would give to Mr. Fawkes throughout the week. The first of which read: Darien Fawkes I'm watching you and your days at the agency are numbered!!!
I finished typing and decided to go back to the lab I needed to get some of that counteragent. It would work marvelously with my plan. Upon arriving back at the agency it was after 9pm so the halls were empty except for a few guards that were easy to slip by. I entered the lab and collected several vials of the counteragent. I would collect the rest in time. I collected just enough that they would not miss it. It was enough however for my plan. Upon leaving I left the passkey in which I had made a copy on the rather demented looking dentist chair in the center of the room.
I mailed the first letter by messenger I needed it to get there as soon as possible. The messenger service I happened to be using eased my mind in reassuring me it would be there within the hour.
I watched outside his apartment taking pictures as the messenger service took the letter to Mr. Fawkes. Of course he was home and I watched as he opened the letter. I had learned to lip read so what he said was easy to tell. Arnaud he said. Slamming the letter on the counter he picked up his cell and dialed a number, which I could not see.
But the gist of the conversation was that someone by the name of Arnaud was back. The plan was working they would never suspect me. And whoever this Arnaud was would take the fall for my crime.
Yes I knew what I was doing was a crime but I had to, I had to have my job back. And I would not rest until I at least tried to get my job back.
I sat there through the night and about 4am when I was sure Mr. Fawkes was asleep I crept into his apartment I had broken a vial of counteragent and left a counteragent soaked letter which read: Darien Fawkes you will never use this counteragent again. Remember your days are counting down. I left the note and broken vial on his floor next to the bed.
Next morning at approximately 9am he awoke and stepped on the broken glass. He screamed looking at his bloody foot he had a look of extreme anger on his face. He then got dressed limping out the door and headed back to the agency.
I needed to go to work for the day so I did not follow him. I would have to wait until after work for the rest of my plan to go into effect.
I went to my desk and Shelly came over and we talked for a while she seemed truly sorry I would be leaving in a few days. Darien Fawkes came in at 10am. He's late today I hope they still think it's that Arnaud character.
I will have to be sure I have the next phase ready. It all begins tonight.
I called my grandmother she says we still have that piece of land in the hills with the traps. Granny says to be careful because Dad never did fill in those 50 ft holes he dug for who knows what? I think they will do quite nicely. I can hide him and no one will know where he is. There are 7 of them that I can remember.
It's 12:00 lunchtime and I can't wait to get out of here I need to go check and make sure everything is prepared everything ready for implementing. He is going to pay. I still need