The Report, part 16

Carter glanced at Chavez as she drove, "The General means a lot to you, doesn't he?"

"He's like a farther to me." Chavez nodded, "In fact, he is; I'm married to his daughter."

"So you've known his a while?"

"Since Columbia; I was just a solider back then, but Mr. C says he saw something in me, and I got transferred to Langley. Swapped my BDU's for a suit."

"What's it like, working for the Agency?"

"Long periods of boredom, interrupted by periods of people trying to kill me. Apart from Columbia, I've been to Africa after some tin-pot dictator. We arrested the guy behind the Denver nuke. We were in Japan during the War. Tehran, guiding the bombs in on Daryaei. With Rainbow I've been all around Europe, Australia, even Brazil. We were in Russia when the China thing begun, got caught up in that. Most of what we did is classified, and I'm not proud of all of it."

The car pulled up in front of the Police station, Chavez barely waiting for it to stop before he jumped out of the door, running to the doorway. The officer behind the desk took one look at the angry man before him, and started to reach for the panic alarm.

"My name is Major Domingo Chavez." Chavez laid his hands on the desk and took a deep breath, "You have my superior officer here. I want to see him."

"Do you have any ID?" The officer nodded, his hand resting over the panic button.

Chavez slowly reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet. He opened it and removed his military pass.

The desk officer looked at the photo, then at Chavez, "If you like to take a seat, I'll call the Sergeant."

Chavez nodded, walking over to the cracked leather sofa pushed against one wall, clenching and releasing his fists in an effort to remain calm. Carter walked through the doors and sat next to Chavez, "So?"

"Have to wait for the sergeant." His mobile went off, "Chavez. Oh hi Sandy. No, I'm afraid he's a little busy right now. I'll tell him you phoned. Love to Patsy and Little John. Ok, bye." He hung-up and buried his head in his hands, "I'm a dead man…"

"Who was that?" Carter raised an eyebrow.

"John's wife…"

A side door opened and a man in a Colorado State Police Sergeants uniform stepped out, followed by Chief Deputy Marshal Gerard.

"Where is General Clark?" Chavez stood.

"Now you just calm down." Gerard looked at the younger man, "There is some confusion at the moment as to just who we have in the cells. His ID names him as John Clark, but I have a federal warrant naming him as John Kelly. The fingerprints on the warrant match his, but when I had the FBI fax me the prints from Kelly's file, they didn't."

"That's because he's not John Kelly, he's John Clark." Chavez looked at the Federal Marshal.

"I beg to disagree." A voice called from the doorway. Carter, Chavez, Gerard and the Sergeant turned to see a tall man in an expensive looking suit. He pulled an ID from his pocked, "Agent Goodman; National Intelligence Directorate. Marshal Gerard, the man you are holding is wanted for breach of National Security." He pulled a piece of paper from his pocked, "I have here an order from the Colorado Attorney General, ordering you to release him into my custody."

Gerard took the document and scanned it, then handed it over to the Sergeant, who nodded, "Look's in order."

Chavez went to grab the NID agent, but Carter stopped him, "Calm down Ding; getting yourself arrested wont help the General."

"THIS IS BULLSHIT!" Chavez's eyes were full of anger.

Gerard looked at the young Major, "Any more language like that out of you young man, and I will have Sergeant Jackson here arrest you for breach of the peace." He turned to Agent Goodman, "Until the matter of just who I have in custody is cleared up, no-one is going anywhere."

Chavez's mobile went off, and he pulled it to his ear, "Chavez." His eyes went wide, "Yes sir, he's right here." He handed the phone to Gerard, "He wants to speak to you."

Gerard looked at the hone, then held it to his ear, "This is Chief Deputy Marshal Samuel Gerard; whom do I have the pleasure of addressing?"

"Do you recognize my voice, Deputy Gerard?" The voice on the other end was calm.

"Yes Sir Mr. President." The Marshal's face fell.

To Be Continued…