Warnings:
DATE: 2/8/2016
POV of Castor Blackwell:
The second letter arrived eight days after the first. I remember one of my agents walked into the office, his hands bandaged up because of papercuts and stabbing himself with the letter openers. He handed me an envelope with no return address and the same seal that had been on the last one.
I read it, the same key points as the last one, except this time and I quote this one section, "You've yet to let loose the evil Tymes and we shall give but one more warning before we set the wraith of human supremity unto this evil administration." As you can imagine, I was ticked. I'd just closed this investigation yet here it was, back again to haunt me.
And that was a clear threat. Everyone knew that Seaborn wouldn't fire Greg and Greg himself was too stubborn to quit just because of threats from some unknown psycho.
I dismissed the agent and picked up the phone, dialing Josh's number. I got through quickly, Josh's assistant being one of the few of us that knew what was going on.
"What? I was on with the Secretary of State."
"We got another letter," I told him. "Same seal, no return address. Definate threat on Mr. Tymes. In my opinion anyways."
"Finger prints? DNA?" Josh inquired.
"We don't know yet," I answered.
Josh sighed. "Keep me posted."
"Yes, sir."
I listened as he set the reciever down and then I followed through.
We'd sent the letter down to the lab and we were hoping to get some better results. Or atleast find out if it was the same person and not a group. God, how I wish it had been the first scenario.
***
POV of Greg Tymes:
DATE: 2/10/2016
I was the target of a Pro-Human cult. Honestly the whole idea was hilarious. It was so funny I actually thought it was a joke... until I saw the letters. And how freaked out Jeff was. I mean, the Moore's are probably the bravest people I know and here was Jeff scared stiff.
Once I read the letters, I was scared too.
"Let me just ask you a question," Josh Lyman had said. "*Did* you say you hate people?"
"I *always* say I hate people," I answered. "If your car had been stolen seven times, you wouldn't be so fond of people either."
"Seven times?!" Blackwell exclaimed before Josh silenced him.
Outside, I heard one of our interns, Jobey Naismith burst into laughter. I swear, I really, really disliked him but he is a good worker and the rest of the staff loved him. Why is beyond me, yet I put up with him.
"This is serious here," Josh said. "Someone is really mad at you Greg. Maybe more than one. Maybe a whole bunch of someones."
I nodded. The letters had confirmed what Josh was telling me. I *was* in danger. I'd ticked someone off with that comment, though with how rude I was to that tour group I had no way of knowing who.
I sighed and walked around my office for a moment, taking it all in.
"Well... what do I do?" I asked. "Run and hide?"
"We considered that," Blackwell replied. "But it seemed to extreme. We still can't be sure if the threats in these letters can actually be followed through.
"We *are* going to have an agent on you when you leave the West Wing," Josh told him. "Just when you're not home or at work.
"Just as a percaution."
Greg sighed. "Some psycho writes the White House some letters and I'm stuck with a babysitter."
"Exactly."
I glared at Blackwell.
Josh sighed. "Look, Agent Yoshi Kamino is going to be on your detail," he told Greg. "Don't give him a hard time. Please."
"I'll *try* not to," I said. "But I'm not making any promises."
"It won't before that long," Blackwell promised. "We'll get this figured out. Don't worry."
"Yeah. Right," I said and the two of them left.
Someone was writing threatening letters and I was being given a babysitter. Could it get any worse? I wish I'd never found out the answer to that.
***
On Monday, Febuary 22nd, a third letter arrived. In the letter was a last warning to the government of the Unites States. The letter demanded the immediate removal of Gregory Tymes from the White House staff. The most memorable quote from the letter was "...remove Tymes or we shall execute the errand for you."
***
Director Blackwell:
As you know, for the past five days I have been assigned to White House Communications Director Gregory Tymes. For those five days, Mr. Tymes has deliberatly evaded my presence and openly insulted me infront of peers and White House staff members.....
I feel I am inadequit for the job at hand. Mr. Tymes obviously needs an agent experienced in protectee evasion.....
Director, I request, reassignment to another protectee or reassignment back into the field. My training and talents are being wasted on this assignment and I wish to be put to better use.....
--Excerpt of a Letter from Agent Yoshi Kamino to Director Castor Blackwell.
Postmarked 2/25/2016.
***
POV of Josh Lyman:
DATE: 2/29/2016
"Damn it, Greg!" I shouted at the other man. "I told you not to scare your agent away."
"I didn't scare him away," Greg answered. "Honestly. If he can't up with my day to day activities then he isn't fit to be in the Service, let alone my agent."
"You were deliberatly avoiding him!"
"I was not!"
"Greg!" I yelled. "You were seen jumping into Jenna's office just as Kamino was coming to find you!"
Greg groaned. "Oh, come on, Josh... I wasn't hiding or-"
I slammed my fist on my desk. Greg is a great guy and if he wasn't so important to the administration, or atleast didn't know he was so important, I probably would have had him fired. Yet that would have been to the liking of the people who were threatening Greg and I couldn't comply with their wishes.
I sighed and cooled down, still angry at Greg and worried about the letter we'd recieved seven days prior. Yet, Kamino hadn't reported anyone following Greg or anything else suspicious.
"Look," I told him. "Go home. I'll send another agent to get you in the morning. And this one had better not complain about you."
He nodded and walked out.
That was almost the last time I ever saw him.
***
POV of Gregory Tymes:
I didn't have a car at that time, mine still being missing. Lisa was kind enough to call a cab for me and warn me to be careful. That's how I found out that the rest of the staff was aware of the situation. I would have rathered no one else know about it but that wasn't a luxury I had. Atleast the press hadn't had any word on it. Not at that time anyways.
The cabbie dropped me off at my apartment building. I walked up the three flights and opened the door. No one came to greet me, I lived alone without even a dog or cat. I had a fish tank... but it isn't like fis h are going to be happy when their owner returns home. They just swim around and after a few months, float.
Food? I made a sandwich and sat down infront of CNN for a few minutes. Looking back now, I realize, I didn't have much of a life.
I finished my sandwich, fed my fish and got in bed.
It was easy to fall asleep, I'd learned to savor every moment I got to close my eyes in my time at the White House. I was skilled in sleeping in Press Confrences, meetings, traveling on Air Force one... hell, I've slept during an embassy bombing in the Middle East. Needless to say, I was on the other side of the building.
That skill to sleep during everything was probably the reason I didn't hear the breaking glass.
***
Documented 911 call from Janyce Bekenridge:
911: Hello? 911 one. What is your emergancy?
Bekenridge: Hello? Ah, the-the apartment across from me is on fire.
911: What is the address?
Bekenridge: Someone threw a burning bottle up into the apartment.
911: Ma'am? What is the address?
Bekenridge: It's three buildings down from the intersection of 17th and M. Street.
911: We're sending an engine over. If you'll stay on the line ma'am.
Call initiated at 1:51 AM
***
DATE: 2/8/2016
POV of Castor Blackwell:
The second letter arrived eight days after the first. I remember one of my agents walked into the office, his hands bandaged up because of papercuts and stabbing himself with the letter openers. He handed me an envelope with no return address and the same seal that had been on the last one.
I read it, the same key points as the last one, except this time and I quote this one section, "You've yet to let loose the evil Tymes and we shall give but one more warning before we set the wraith of human supremity unto this evil administration." As you can imagine, I was ticked. I'd just closed this investigation yet here it was, back again to haunt me.
And that was a clear threat. Everyone knew that Seaborn wouldn't fire Greg and Greg himself was too stubborn to quit just because of threats from some unknown psycho.
I dismissed the agent and picked up the phone, dialing Josh's number. I got through quickly, Josh's assistant being one of the few of us that knew what was going on.
"What? I was on with the Secretary of State."
"We got another letter," I told him. "Same seal, no return address. Definate threat on Mr. Tymes. In my opinion anyways."
"Finger prints? DNA?" Josh inquired.
"We don't know yet," I answered.
Josh sighed. "Keep me posted."
"Yes, sir."
I listened as he set the reciever down and then I followed through.
We'd sent the letter down to the lab and we were hoping to get some better results. Or atleast find out if it was the same person and not a group. God, how I wish it had been the first scenario.
***
POV of Greg Tymes:
DATE: 2/10/2016
I was the target of a Pro-Human cult. Honestly the whole idea was hilarious. It was so funny I actually thought it was a joke... until I saw the letters. And how freaked out Jeff was. I mean, the Moore's are probably the bravest people I know and here was Jeff scared stiff.
Once I read the letters, I was scared too.
"Let me just ask you a question," Josh Lyman had said. "*Did* you say you hate people?"
"I *always* say I hate people," I answered. "If your car had been stolen seven times, you wouldn't be so fond of people either."
"Seven times?!" Blackwell exclaimed before Josh silenced him.
Outside, I heard one of our interns, Jobey Naismith burst into laughter. I swear, I really, really disliked him but he is a good worker and the rest of the staff loved him. Why is beyond me, yet I put up with him.
"This is serious here," Josh said. "Someone is really mad at you Greg. Maybe more than one. Maybe a whole bunch of someones."
I nodded. The letters had confirmed what Josh was telling me. I *was* in danger. I'd ticked someone off with that comment, though with how rude I was to that tour group I had no way of knowing who.
I sighed and walked around my office for a moment, taking it all in.
"Well... what do I do?" I asked. "Run and hide?"
"We considered that," Blackwell replied. "But it seemed to extreme. We still can't be sure if the threats in these letters can actually be followed through.
"We *are* going to have an agent on you when you leave the West Wing," Josh told him. "Just when you're not home or at work.
"Just as a percaution."
Greg sighed. "Some psycho writes the White House some letters and I'm stuck with a babysitter."
"Exactly."
I glared at Blackwell.
Josh sighed. "Look, Agent Yoshi Kamino is going to be on your detail," he told Greg. "Don't give him a hard time. Please."
"I'll *try* not to," I said. "But I'm not making any promises."
"It won't before that long," Blackwell promised. "We'll get this figured out. Don't worry."
"Yeah. Right," I said and the two of them left.
Someone was writing threatening letters and I was being given a babysitter. Could it get any worse? I wish I'd never found out the answer to that.
***
On Monday, Febuary 22nd, a third letter arrived. In the letter was a last warning to the government of the Unites States. The letter demanded the immediate removal of Gregory Tymes from the White House staff. The most memorable quote from the letter was "...remove Tymes or we shall execute the errand for you."
***
Director Blackwell:
As you know, for the past five days I have been assigned to White House Communications Director Gregory Tymes. For those five days, Mr. Tymes has deliberatly evaded my presence and openly insulted me infront of peers and White House staff members.....
I feel I am inadequit for the job at hand. Mr. Tymes obviously needs an agent experienced in protectee evasion.....
Director, I request, reassignment to another protectee or reassignment back into the field. My training and talents are being wasted on this assignment and I wish to be put to better use.....
--Excerpt of a Letter from Agent Yoshi Kamino to Director Castor Blackwell.
Postmarked 2/25/2016.
***
POV of Josh Lyman:
DATE: 2/29/2016
"Damn it, Greg!" I shouted at the other man. "I told you not to scare your agent away."
"I didn't scare him away," Greg answered. "Honestly. If he can't up with my day to day activities then he isn't fit to be in the Service, let alone my agent."
"You were deliberatly avoiding him!"
"I was not!"
"Greg!" I yelled. "You were seen jumping into Jenna's office just as Kamino was coming to find you!"
Greg groaned. "Oh, come on, Josh... I wasn't hiding or-"
I slammed my fist on my desk. Greg is a great guy and if he wasn't so important to the administration, or atleast didn't know he was so important, I probably would have had him fired. Yet that would have been to the liking of the people who were threatening Greg and I couldn't comply with their wishes.
I sighed and cooled down, still angry at Greg and worried about the letter we'd recieved seven days prior. Yet, Kamino hadn't reported anyone following Greg or anything else suspicious.
"Look," I told him. "Go home. I'll send another agent to get you in the morning. And this one had better not complain about you."
He nodded and walked out.
That was almost the last time I ever saw him.
***
POV of Gregory Tymes:
I didn't have a car at that time, mine still being missing. Lisa was kind enough to call a cab for me and warn me to be careful. That's how I found out that the rest of the staff was aware of the situation. I would have rathered no one else know about it but that wasn't a luxury I had. Atleast the press hadn't had any word on it. Not at that time anyways.
The cabbie dropped me off at my apartment building. I walked up the three flights and opened the door. No one came to greet me, I lived alone without even a dog or cat. I had a fish tank... but it isn't like fis h are going to be happy when their owner returns home. They just swim around and after a few months, float.
Food? I made a sandwich and sat down infront of CNN for a few minutes. Looking back now, I realize, I didn't have much of a life.
I finished my sandwich, fed my fish and got in bed.
It was easy to fall asleep, I'd learned to savor every moment I got to close my eyes in my time at the White House. I was skilled in sleeping in Press Confrences, meetings, traveling on Air Force one... hell, I've slept during an embassy bombing in the Middle East. Needless to say, I was on the other side of the building.
That skill to sleep during everything was probably the reason I didn't hear the breaking glass.
***
Documented 911 call from Janyce Bekenridge:
911: Hello? 911 one. What is your emergancy?
Bekenridge: Hello? Ah, the-the apartment across from me is on fire.
911: What is the address?
Bekenridge: Someone threw a burning bottle up into the apartment.
911: Ma'am? What is the address?
Bekenridge: It's three buildings down from the intersection of 17th and M. Street.
911: We're sending an engine over. If you'll stay on the line ma'am.
Call initiated at 1:51 AM
***