4th Oct 2003
Sonar yet so far!
Set the day after "Radar Love"
Morning in Seattle, the overcast day was completely in tune with Ames White's feelings.
NSA H.Q.
The building was a hive of activity, although none of the agents wished to find anything that Special Agent in Charge Ames White, would have to be informed of. Those that had seen their boss' face when he arrived, at work, quickly warned their colleagues, that he looked to be in a foul mood. Avoidance of him, if at all possible was now uppermost in all the agents minds.
Ames sat fuming in his office, a half full cup of black coffee in hand, and copies of the, Seattle Police department's, reports on the China Town incident, were spread in front of him. Along with the NSA accounts report on what the failed project had cost the government. He had already know some of what had occurred, after he left China Town, because of that evenings news broadcasts.
Two hundred and seventy thousand dollars! Ames thought sourly. Down the bleeding drain! Damn cops! How the hell could those imbeciles loose the data from the lab! Stupid humans! Damn inferiors! He sulked.
He finished his coffee, and barely refrained from slamming the mug onto his desk.
How the hell did they find the lab! He fumed. How the hell did they know to look for it! Cyril! He must've left a trail! That Idiot! If he weren't already dead, I'd hang, draw and quarter him! Ames stood up and started to pace, this stopped him from demolishing his office.
Idiot! Ames berated himself. Why the hell didn't I insist on Cyril giving me back-up copies of his work! I could've forced him! No files, no more cash! Damn it! Being forced to work with humans is making me soft! Having to play by the United States government's stupid rules! I hate bureaucracy!
Damn Cyril! Getting himself killed! Ames sat down again since the pacing was not helping to calm his temper.
Damn X5-692 and the female with him! I bet it was that pesky 452! Ames thought, recalling a brief mention in the police files. The hoverdrone footage showed that they were wet! Damn Cyril! His stupid virus doesn't affect the freaks if they stay underwater long enough!
I go to all the trouble of capturing a freak, setting up a lab with the best equipment and that idiot human, didn't make his virus properly! The reports I gave that imbecile clearly stated that the freaks can hold their breath for a few minutes! They've been trained with what to do against bio weapons!
Ames' face was as black as his suit. A perfect storm cloud.
Two hundred and seventy thousand dollars! And all I've got to show for it, are a few dead Chinese! Ames glared at his office wall, barely restraining himself from punching his desk.
The pathogen was supposed to wipe out all the transgenics in one fell swoop! He huffed. I don't wanna be on freak patrol for the rest of my life!
Good job I'm a Familiar, 'cause otherwise hunting these transgenic filth would be playing havoc with my blood pressure and giving me an ulcer! Ames thought of those human frailties in contempt.
I better get to kill some freaks today! Ames thought, rubbing his hands together in glee, at the scenes of transgenics dying at his hands, that accompanied that thought.
There's nothing like killing freaks to relieve stress! With that happy thought, Ames returned to reading, the other reports that needed his attention. I won't think about yesterday's fiasco anymore!
The End.