Affecting the Future
Part 4, Secret Agent Secrets
Diana and some more agents went to the top of the stairs; one of the men kicked the dirty door in at the top, leveling his gun to the person in the room.
They had received information that a terrorist had been working here, and was about to hit a skyscraper a crossed the street. She thought it was just a prank, but InterCEPT never took anything lightly. She frowned when she found a young woman, sitting in a plain chair in the middle of the room, with nothing but a piece of paper.
The woman smiled to the agents, and nodded a greeting.
"What the heck? What about the terrorist?"
"There is no terrorist, but I knew it was the only way to be able to talk with Agent Zervas. If the rest of you will please leave, I can be brief with your director." The woman said, sitting up straight, keeping the friendly smile.
The other agents reluctantly left, glancing at the woman.
Diana kept her pistol up, moving farther into the room. She was glad she wore pants today, having more freedom of movement. She looked the other woman over, noting blonde hair, and gray-blue eyes. "All right, what do you want."
"Lower the pistol first, Diana, and just listen to what I have to say." Kerro said, smiling. When the agent complied, she continued. "In the near future, you will meet someone who will try and clear his name of false charges. You will not believe him. You will finally believe him when you see for your self that he was right. From there, things begin to unfold, as you two trust each other. Beware the red-headed woman... she will be overly protective."
Diana stared. What the heck did she mean? "And why did you tell me this?"
"Because, it is important. His life and your life will both depend on trusting one another. I know you think that what I'm saying is bullshit, but I know that it is important." She sat back, holding out the paper to Diana. "Here... this is his picture."
Diana took the picture and looked at it. It was Alex Mann. She looked back to the woman to ask why him, but she was gone.
She returned to the agents who were outside the door. She had stuffed the picture into her pocket, and walked past them. "No one is in there, she vanished. Let's go."
One of the agents peeked into the room, to the dirt stained walls, and carpetless floor, and the dirty metal chair. He shook his head, then followed his colleagues out. What a day!
~~~ $ ~~~
Diana sat at her desk; her computer playing the news cast of the first Game to be played in Paris. She looked at the creased piece of paper that woman had given her, and sighed. Alex Mann, why him?
~~~ To Be Continued ~~~
Part 4, Secret Agent Secrets
Diana and some more agents went to the top of the stairs; one of the men kicked the dirty door in at the top, leveling his gun to the person in the room.
They had received information that a terrorist had been working here, and was about to hit a skyscraper a crossed the street. She thought it was just a prank, but InterCEPT never took anything lightly. She frowned when she found a young woman, sitting in a plain chair in the middle of the room, with nothing but a piece of paper.
The woman smiled to the agents, and nodded a greeting.
"What the heck? What about the terrorist?"
"There is no terrorist, but I knew it was the only way to be able to talk with Agent Zervas. If the rest of you will please leave, I can be brief with your director." The woman said, sitting up straight, keeping the friendly smile.
The other agents reluctantly left, glancing at the woman.
Diana kept her pistol up, moving farther into the room. She was glad she wore pants today, having more freedom of movement. She looked the other woman over, noting blonde hair, and gray-blue eyes. "All right, what do you want."
"Lower the pistol first, Diana, and just listen to what I have to say." Kerro said, smiling. When the agent complied, she continued. "In the near future, you will meet someone who will try and clear his name of false charges. You will not believe him. You will finally believe him when you see for your self that he was right. From there, things begin to unfold, as you two trust each other. Beware the red-headed woman... she will be overly protective."
Diana stared. What the heck did she mean? "And why did you tell me this?"
"Because, it is important. His life and your life will both depend on trusting one another. I know you think that what I'm saying is bullshit, but I know that it is important." She sat back, holding out the paper to Diana. "Here... this is his picture."
Diana took the picture and looked at it. It was Alex Mann. She looked back to the woman to ask why him, but she was gone.
She returned to the agents who were outside the door. She had stuffed the picture into her pocket, and walked past them. "No one is in there, she vanished. Let's go."
One of the agents peeked into the room, to the dirt stained walls, and carpetless floor, and the dirty metal chair. He shook his head, then followed his colleagues out. What a day!
~~~ $ ~~~
Diana sat at her desk; her computer playing the news cast of the first Game to be played in Paris. She looked at the creased piece of paper that woman had given her, and sighed. Alex Mann, why him?
~~~ To Be Continued ~~~