Operation Invisible Justice
by mardel

Ok it is my attempt to write a story about what has happened. So if
you have already had enough of it, you won't want to read this story.




Bobby was driving to the location for their next assignment. When he
noticed people in cars around them at the stop light acting strangely.
He turned on the AM radio in the van and heard that the World Trade
Center in New York city had just been crashed into by a jumbo jet.

"Crap something is happening." Bobby turned the van around and
drove back to the Agency.

Darien was sitting stunned in his seat. "Crap I don't believe this."

"I knew something was going to happen again sooner or later. After
those bombings at the embassies a few years ago. It was very quite."
Bobby was saying half to himself half to Fawkes.

"You had a feeling something was going to happen?" Darien looked at
his friend. " You think this was an attack of some kind?''

"Of course it was. If they had been behind the Okbomb incident as
awful as it was, it would have been even worse. It was Bin-Laden and
his group of terrorists, I'm willing to bet my pension on that."
Bobby parked the van and the two ran inside to the lab.

"Claire have you heard the news this morning?" Bobby raced into the
lab and pulled the small television out from it's place on a cart in the
back of the lab.

"No what is going on?"

"Bobby thinks we are under attack." Darien told her as he stood back
and watched as the picture on the television came into focus.

Bobby turned it to the local NBC station, which was showing a picture
of the north tower, a huge hole in it's side near the top, black smoke
billowing from it in great waves. As the three watched another jumbo
jet came into the picture.

"Oh my God!" Claire covered her mouth with her hand as the second
jet made a tight curve and rammed hard into the other tower.

"Crap!"

"I knew it, now do you believe me that we are under attack?"
Bobby moved towards the door, he was going to make contact with
his old boss from his days with Military Intelligence. He was going to
volunteer to go back undercover.

Eberts entered the lab, followed closely by The Official.

"Hobbes don't you go off half cocked about this. I've already received
word to pull in all agents. We are going to help track down the
suspects the FBI identifies. Our country is at war people. I expect your
full co-operation."

"War sir, how can you be sure?" Claire asked still stunned.

" I feel it. One plane crashing into the twin towers could have been a
terrible accident but not two on the same day only minutes apart. This
was a planned attack on America."

Ebrets nodded, looking both sad and angry, his face a tight mask of
sorrow.

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Hobbes slipped out of the lab, he went to his small office and placed a
call to his old boss. He was surprised when he was transferred to
another agent.

"Hobbes I've heard you were a good man. We are going to need
everyone who has experience over there. If you want to come back
I'm sure we can offer you a place." Agent Franklin welcomed Bobby's
offer of help.

"I'll report in as soon as I can get to Virginia." Bobby hung up the
phone. He sat down at his computer to write up his resignation.
He knew he had to help his country in it's time of need. He also printed
out his notes on the only open case he had for Eberts use.

Fawkes opened the door. " You are still here, you were right. Another
plane crashed into the Pentagon a few minutes ago. We are under
attack. What are you doing?"

"I'm clearing my desk, I've volunteered with Military Intel. I was
undercover over there before I can help."

"Undercover, you mean you passed yourself off as a Arab?" Darien
was unbelieving. Bobby had never spoken more than a few words of
Spanish before.

"I'm Jewish my friend. I speak Hebrew, I also speak Arabic and can
get by in Farsi. I was undercover for three months. I was only
pulled out when another agent was discovered. He was tortured
before he was killed, they were afraid he told about the other
undercover agents." Bobby was still typing, while he explained.

"I want to help. There has to be something I can do. Being invisible
has to be useful even over there." Darien told his friend.

"You can't be invisible all the time Fawkes. You don't speak the
language. You couldn't pass for a Arab." Bobby shook his head.

"I'll grow a beard, couldn't I be a sympathizer from some English
speaking country? I want to help."

"I'd spend all my time worrying about you Partner." Bobby refused
to consider taking Fawkes along.

There was a brief knock at the door then Alex entered.
"You're leaving aren't you?"

"I have to do this. I know the region, I speak the language."

"Good luck, I wish I could go with you." Alex nodded, she under stood
Hobbes better than she had when she first had joined the Agency.

"The middle east is no place for female agents."

"I know. Stay in touch when you can." Alex nodded and went out.

Hobbes grabbed up the papers from his printer and went towards the
lab again. He expected to find The Official still there.

"Hobbes I won't accept this. You can't leave."

"I'm leaving wither you accept it or not boss. I've already been in
contact with MI." Bobby walked over to Claire. He'd been in love with
her for what seemed to him like forever. Now he didn't know if he
would ever see her again. He wished he could kiss her goodbye, but
now was not the time for confessions.

"Keep you take good care of him. I'll be expecting to find him all in
one piece when I get back." Bobby looked into Claire eyes. They were
still damp with tears.

"I promise. You take care of yourself. I'll see to it you have a ample
supply of your meds to take along. You can smuggle them in with
you?"

"Yeah, that won't be a problem." He nodded.

Claire couldn't just say goodbye to Bobby like this. She didn't want
him to leave. He was still helping his country if he worked for the
Agency. But she did understand why he felt he had to go.
She took a step forward and hugged him hard. Afraid she might never
see him again.
" Stay safe Bobby."

Bobby hugged back, holding her tightly for a few seconds.
"I'll do my best."

He looked into Claire's eyes one last time then turned back towards
the Official.

"You had better hurry and get back to us." He shook Bobby's hand.

Hobbes nodded, he shook hands with Eberts too.
"God speed Robert."

"Thanks."

Bobby turned to leave Darien was standing in the doorway.
"We're partners you can't just leave. Teach me Arabic, I'm a quick
learner I want to help."

"I understand you want to help but I'm sure the Agency will find
more important things for you to do now. Alex will watch your back."
Bobby pushed past his partner and headed for the hallway.

"Hobbes besides my not knowing the language give me one reason
I couldn't pass myself off as an Arab. I've got dark eyes, dark hair?"
Darien followed him, walking beside him.

Bobby stopped and confronted his friend. "You're to tall."

"I've seen tall Arabs, since oil was discovered over there, and the
standard of living has improved."

"You're to pretty then." Bobby lashed out, not wanting to have to
worry about protecting Darien in a hostile country.

Darien smiled, he knew Bobby was just saying that to make him mad.
" There have to be young, good looking guys over there. What about
the sheik and all those stories. They must be based on some truth."

"Let me go with you to the east coast. Teach me Arabic on the way.
You're going to have to drive, all planes have been grounded."

"Darien I can't keep you in counteragent. Only Claire knows how to
make it. Conditions over there are rough, more than rough most of
the country has no electricity. It just isn't possible."

"Let me go to the coast with you. Teach me. Then see if military Intel
can work out the problems. You have to give me a chance." Darien
turned his head sideways imploring Bobby.

Bobby nodded, "The Fatman isn't going to let you just leave."

The door to the lab slide open. "Fawkes agent Monroe is waiting for
you. She's escorting you to Virginia."

"Virginia I'm going with Hobbes?"

"The Agency has been requested to send it's best agents east. You will
be working with the FBI. Alex has the details."

"Alright!"

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Since Alex and Darien were already traveling east Bobby went with
them. He shared driving duties with Alex, and taught Darien about
Moslem culture and started him learning Arabic.

The trip took four and a half days. They pulled into the security check
point at Langley near dusk Sunday. They knew the President had
declared war on terrorism. That Bobby had been right Bin-Lauden was
behind the attacks.

Both Darien and Bobby had not shaved during the trip. Bobby in
preparation for what he was sure would be an in country assignment.
Darien to prove he could pass himself off as an Arab.

Bobby had a good start on a thick dark beard. Darien had dark
stubble. But he had learned a surprising amount of Arabic in the
few days they had been working on it.

All three of their badges were examined then they were waved
through. Hobbes went to report in. Alex and Darien had to first
learn to whom they were to report.

"I'll keep in touch. If they send me out real soon. Good luck."
Hobbes told them, not wanting to have to tell them goodbye now.

"I think you'll see us again Hobbes. You still have a few more days
to get that beard in shape." Alex joked.

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Hobbes reported to Agent Franklin.

"Bobby Hobbes reporting for duty."

"Hobbes good I was wondering when you would arrive. I see you have
already started preparing for a in country mission. Good. We plan to
place as many agents among the local population as we can. You
speak Arabic and Hebrew, do you need a refresher on anything?"

"No, sir."

"There will be a briefing tomorrow for all the agents we are sending in.
You will be given a refresher course on tactics, and weapons. We are
in this for a long haul. Don't expect to be delivered to your post for
several weeks yet. Keep control on your anger, you'll need that
energy."

"Yes, sir. I understand."

"Report to the sgt. in the next room to fill out your paperwork. You'll
be assigned a room in the training center."

"Yes, sir." Bobby felt like saluting but as a civilian it was not required.

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Alex and Darien were also being briefed.

"The information we received on agent Fawkes says he will need
special handling?" A tall blonde agent greeted them.

"I'm authorized to deliver this file only to the top two people in your
organization. It is very sensitive material." Alex explained.

The agent picked up the phone and spoke softly with the person on
the other end.

"I'm told to provide you with rooms in the training center. Assistant
Director Green will see you tomorrow morning."

"Assistant Director, whoa we are moving up in the world." Darien
commented.

"I'm beat. I'm going to get some sleep. You stay close. The way things
have been going this week I wouldn't be surprised if they shot first and
ask questions later." Alex warned Darien.

"I'm just going to see if Bobby is around. Then I'm going to get some
food." Darien told her.

Fawkes called Bobby's cell phone. But it didn't answer. So he back
tracked to the small room with vending machines to look for a snack.

Things were picked over, he only got a pack of nuts and a soda.

The man who escorted them to their rooms had mentioned the
cafeteria was open twenty hours a day. Darien went back towards
the hall he had indicated.

He picked up a tray and was glad to find hot food was still available.
His cell phone rang, "Talk to me?"

"Darien I've been contacted to provide the formula for counteragent to
a special lab in Virginia. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine, they must just be planning ahead. How are things back
there?"

"Everyone is still on edge. Is Bobby there with you?"

"Hobbes no he reported to his new boss. We haven't seem him since."

"Well you take care and let me know if you need anything."

"Thanks Claire I'll stay in touch."

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end part one