I arrived at work, tear stained, and slobber covered. Liam had suggested, a cleansing soda water solution, but that was only so effective.
Liam, poor Liam, he went from head of the CIA, to its prisoner within seconds. He is now encarserated in the basement cell. No one was allowed to see him, not even me: even though his name was the first word that I said.
It was all the others could talk about, they had forgotten about the planned attack on Apike, and how much they had revered Liam, how much he had done for them. Instead they were busy gossiping about Liam, or Angelus as they now called him.
No one believed the vampire with a soul line. Particularly not the media, it was to busy trying to discredit the C.I.A., to listen. The New York Times was currently running a twenty four part serial, on all the celebrities that Liam, as angelus had killed.
I set down my briefcase on the boardroom table. No one spoke to me, In there mind I was too fragile, to talk too, like a newly blown glass vase. The temporary chief of the C.I.A, Ian Sloane, an old man with coke bottle glasses, stood up.
"Contrary to rumors, Liam, or as he used to be called Angelus, will not be executed. He is Spikes indirect sire, and a valuable source of information. However he is a permanent prisoner, and will continue to be one. Liam plan to attack spike has been discarded, though. We cannot trust him; he could have leaked all of his plans to spike, for all we know they could have collaborated on the plan of attack. Instead we will attack a day earlier in order to surprise him."
I ignored the rest of Sloan's speech. It was idiotic to think that we could come up with a better plan then Liam, and implement it successfully in time. Sloane was condemning thousands of agents to death. I stayed silent though. They deserved to be punished
June 1st
"Spike, completely conquered, Chicago June, 1st at 08:00 hundred. Reports have been confirmed that he is not killing all humans. Instead he has enslaved them.'
I shut my work log; I was too tired to write any more.