where's it going
if there's an answer
I don't know it
-Chris Issak "Please"
Chapter Nine
"We've got a location on Sandra Ames."
James Hayden looked up from his mound of paperwork. Even secret government officials had to do paperwork...and tons in his case.
"Where?"
The other man looked uncomfortable, "Well someone tried to kill her in Calgary, so she ran to New York and we-"
"Someone tried to do what?" Hayden shot out of his chair, practically yelling.
The other man gulped at air and ran a hand over the back of his neck where sweat had started to form. He was barely a year younger than Hayden but his reputation gave him much more intimidation. "Kill her, sir. I don't know yet who it was but I don't think it was us," he sputtered out.
"You don't think?" Hayden walked slowly towards the man, as he scampered backwards. "Well that's good to know," he said sarcastically. "Because I'd hate to think that we'd be responsible for killing earth's only hope at survival!"
The man stared at Hayden, expecting some kind of bodily harm to come to him.
"You think she's here in New York?"
The other man nodded, "She took out her parent's safety deposit box. Might I infer that she might visit Alex Krycek?"
Hayden nodded, "I'll deal with that. Who else knows?" He grabbed his coat, heading for the door.
"No one, I came to you first."
"Keep it that way."