Disclaimer: I don't own them, (only the character of Joel) and if u sue, you won't get much I have very little assets. Anyway here goes…
We Meet Again (5/?)
"You're late," growled Lydecker as Joel stepped out of the car and walked towards his CO.
He knew he was late, and he also knew that being anything but punctual with Lydecker was not a good thing.
"I'm sorry sir, I gut stuck in traffic," stammered Joel as he handed Lydecker the folder with the information he had collected over the course of the past three days.
Lydecker snatched the folder away from the already nervous sergeant, grunted something that sounded like "follow me", and turned to walk up the ten flights of stairs to Lydecker's temporary headquarters. The three silent men, that had yet to utter a work in Joel's presence, followed Joel as if they were barring him from escaping.
By the sixth floor Joel was gasping for air as he tried to stay in step with Lydecker's quick pace. By the eighth floor even Lydecker himself was getting a little tired, but the pace stayed the same. The three silent men, whom Joel had began to refer to as Dan, Don, and Den (the three D's), had yet to even break a sweat and their breath had stayed at its same slow tempo. Unusual.
Finally, the five men reached the apartment and Lydecker left Joel in his office, while Lydecker went into another room to look at Joel's report. Dan, Don, and Den had left and busied themselves with god knows what.
After sitting tensely in a metal chair for five minutes, Joel's thoughts began to wander. As usual for the past couple of days, Joel was thinking about his mission and what it was about. He kept on wondering exactly what he was doing, and what was going on. If any info was to be obtained it wasn't from Lydecker. But Joel had been waiting too long to even with that Lydecker was going to shed some light on the subject.
Right then and there, Joel realized that if he wanted any information he would have to find it himself. Now where would Lydecker keep such info? In his headquarters… exactly where Joel was… and probably in his office… which was exactly where Joel was sitting. Joel almost let out a triumphant yell at his luck. But first, Joel had to see if the coast was clear.
Joel poked his head out the door of Lydecker's office to make sure it was clear. When all was sage, he tiptoed down the hall to Lydecker's bedroom. From Joel's position he could see that Lydecker was totally engrossed in what he was doing, and not paying any attention to the outside world.
Joel could scarcely contain his most unprofessional giggle of delight as he made his way back to the office to start his search. There were no sign of the 3 D's anywhere.
Now it was time to search. The square room was sparsely furnished with a filing cabinet, desk, and chair. Joel briskly strode toward the filling cabinet and began to systematically search its contents. The first two drawers contained the usual military drabble that anyone might find in a Captain's filing cabinet, but the third drawer contained folders that made Joel stop and question the contents. On the top of each folder there was a long series of numbers that was different for each one, followed by a dash and then "X5". All of the folders, except for one, had something written in red marker. They either said "captured", "killed" or "trained".
Joel frowned. This was definitely what he was looking for, but he didn't know if he necessarily wanted the answers. And if Lydecker found out what he was doing behind his back… well Joel didn't want to finish that thought.
"O, the hell with it," muttered Joel to himself as he scooped up half the folders and shoved them in his jacket. He would come back for the rest later. He didn't want to alert Lydecker's suspicions by trying to walk out of here with his jacket bulging around the bulk he would be carrying in his jacket.
Joel had barely finished zipping up his jacket when he heard the sounds of footsteps drawing closer to the office. Joel quickly closed the filing cabinet and scooted over to the chair he had been sitting in before. His behind just hit the cold metal seat when Lydecker walked into the room with Dan, Don and Den faithfully following behind him.
"Good job on those files Sergeant," said Lydecker in a voice that indicated that he really didn't want to give the compliment, but he felt obliged to anyway, "I've completed a preliminary look at the information, and your services have been most kindly appreciated…"
For one small second Joel got the idea that Lydecker was going to kill him. He held his breath as he waited for Lydecker to continue.
"… so I'm going to give you a one-day furlough. Spend it as you please, provided you do not step outside your apartment and report back to me the day after and six am sharp. Don't be late. Dismissed!"
Joel stood up, threw Lydecker a hastily salute and flung himself in a headlong dash out the apartment, down the stairs, and into his car. Once inside Joel breathed a sigh of relief and locked the doors. He looked down at his jacket, knowing what was inside but yet not knowing what information the folder possessed.
Joel's heartbeat increased with anticipation, but he knew it would be too dangerous to look through the files at his present location. For all he knew, one of the three D's could be watching him right now. Joel shuddered at the thought. He really didn't like those guys.
His shaky hands managed to put his car into gear and drive him to his apartment. Joel slowly undid his zipper and pulled out the packet of folders that he had taken from Lydecker.
He placed the folders down on his desk and wearily sat down. He was extremely tired but he had to know and this could not wait. Not for the first time that day, Joel questioned if taking the folders was right. But then he thought of his many questions and the beautiful girl.
He opened the first folder. Well, here goes nothing…
Well, that part's finished! Hope you liked it! Please leave a review and also any comments and suggestions that you might want to add. I really need them!!!
We Meet Again (5/?)
"You're late," growled Lydecker as Joel stepped out of the car and walked towards his CO.
He knew he was late, and he also knew that being anything but punctual with Lydecker was not a good thing.
"I'm sorry sir, I gut stuck in traffic," stammered Joel as he handed Lydecker the folder with the information he had collected over the course of the past three days.
Lydecker snatched the folder away from the already nervous sergeant, grunted something that sounded like "follow me", and turned to walk up the ten flights of stairs to Lydecker's temporary headquarters. The three silent men, that had yet to utter a work in Joel's presence, followed Joel as if they were barring him from escaping.
By the sixth floor Joel was gasping for air as he tried to stay in step with Lydecker's quick pace. By the eighth floor even Lydecker himself was getting a little tired, but the pace stayed the same. The three silent men, whom Joel had began to refer to as Dan, Don, and Den (the three D's), had yet to even break a sweat and their breath had stayed at its same slow tempo. Unusual.
Finally, the five men reached the apartment and Lydecker left Joel in his office, while Lydecker went into another room to look at Joel's report. Dan, Don, and Den had left and busied themselves with god knows what.
After sitting tensely in a metal chair for five minutes, Joel's thoughts began to wander. As usual for the past couple of days, Joel was thinking about his mission and what it was about. He kept on wondering exactly what he was doing, and what was going on. If any info was to be obtained it wasn't from Lydecker. But Joel had been waiting too long to even with that Lydecker was going to shed some light on the subject.
Right then and there, Joel realized that if he wanted any information he would have to find it himself. Now where would Lydecker keep such info? In his headquarters… exactly where Joel was… and probably in his office… which was exactly where Joel was sitting. Joel almost let out a triumphant yell at his luck. But first, Joel had to see if the coast was clear.
Joel poked his head out the door of Lydecker's office to make sure it was clear. When all was sage, he tiptoed down the hall to Lydecker's bedroom. From Joel's position he could see that Lydecker was totally engrossed in what he was doing, and not paying any attention to the outside world.
Joel could scarcely contain his most unprofessional giggle of delight as he made his way back to the office to start his search. There were no sign of the 3 D's anywhere.
Now it was time to search. The square room was sparsely furnished with a filing cabinet, desk, and chair. Joel briskly strode toward the filling cabinet and began to systematically search its contents. The first two drawers contained the usual military drabble that anyone might find in a Captain's filing cabinet, but the third drawer contained folders that made Joel stop and question the contents. On the top of each folder there was a long series of numbers that was different for each one, followed by a dash and then "X5". All of the folders, except for one, had something written in red marker. They either said "captured", "killed" or "trained".
Joel frowned. This was definitely what he was looking for, but he didn't know if he necessarily wanted the answers. And if Lydecker found out what he was doing behind his back… well Joel didn't want to finish that thought.
"O, the hell with it," muttered Joel to himself as he scooped up half the folders and shoved them in his jacket. He would come back for the rest later. He didn't want to alert Lydecker's suspicions by trying to walk out of here with his jacket bulging around the bulk he would be carrying in his jacket.
Joel had barely finished zipping up his jacket when he heard the sounds of footsteps drawing closer to the office. Joel quickly closed the filing cabinet and scooted over to the chair he had been sitting in before. His behind just hit the cold metal seat when Lydecker walked into the room with Dan, Don and Den faithfully following behind him.
"Good job on those files Sergeant," said Lydecker in a voice that indicated that he really didn't want to give the compliment, but he felt obliged to anyway, "I've completed a preliminary look at the information, and your services have been most kindly appreciated…"
For one small second Joel got the idea that Lydecker was going to kill him. He held his breath as he waited for Lydecker to continue.
"… so I'm going to give you a one-day furlough. Spend it as you please, provided you do not step outside your apartment and report back to me the day after and six am sharp. Don't be late. Dismissed!"
Joel stood up, threw Lydecker a hastily salute and flung himself in a headlong dash out the apartment, down the stairs, and into his car. Once inside Joel breathed a sigh of relief and locked the doors. He looked down at his jacket, knowing what was inside but yet not knowing what information the folder possessed.
Joel's heartbeat increased with anticipation, but he knew it would be too dangerous to look through the files at his present location. For all he knew, one of the three D's could be watching him right now. Joel shuddered at the thought. He really didn't like those guys.
His shaky hands managed to put his car into gear and drive him to his apartment. Joel slowly undid his zipper and pulled out the packet of folders that he had taken from Lydecker.
He placed the folders down on his desk and wearily sat down. He was extremely tired but he had to know and this could not wait. Not for the first time that day, Joel questioned if taking the folders was right. But then he thought of his many questions and the beautiful girl.
He opened the first folder. Well, here goes nothing…
Well, that part's finished! Hope you liked it! Please leave a review and also any comments and suggestions that you might want to add. I really need them!!!