Blue Book 2

Hector didn't turn around when lunch came in. He didn't want to talk to Lt. Rich, whom everyone referred to as Psyche-Out. More like psycho in his book. The sailor wasn't hungry and just didn't care at this point.

He continued to stare out the window.

"You know, Wreck, I could arrange to get you a better view. But you gotta talk to the Lt."

"Go away."

"Wreck…" A firm hand spun the recalcitrant man around in his chair. A tall blonde headed man stood before the sailor and pointed a finger at him. "You don't belong in here. I need you out there doing your job and I can't have you out there if you can't hack it. Get up off your butt and cooperate with Psyche-Out."

"Why? So he can tell me that I'm delusional again? I know what I heard, Top. I was there. He wasn't. Now he says that it's just my imagination. Have I ever lied about something like this?" His hands trembled with frustration.

"Remember the mermaid incident…"

"Yeah, but that was real too. I didn't know the Navy was testing new lung gear. Honest mistake. You talk to him. Tell him when he gets it through his head that I'm not 'hearing things'" he finger quoted, "I'll think about talking to him." With that the sailor turned his back on the sergeant.

1st Sergeant Conrad Hauser was very concerned with the progress of his teammember. Wreck was usually the one to bounce back from any mission, no matter how wild and woolly but this was not good. The normally jovial man was moody and distant. He didn't want to see anyone and refused to talk. Hauser walked to the psychiatrist's office.

"Hey, Top, any luck?" The Lt. had a hopeful look on his face.

"No, he's crabby as ever and I don't like it. He's not like this. Psyche, tell me something. Have you identified all the elements the drugs created?" The sergeant cut a glance at the slender officer.

"Everything except one. It's all in my report." Picking up a file on his desk, Lt. Rich handed it to his boss.

Sgt. Hauser looked at it. It read true with what his other reports had stated.

Residual drugs in system including,

Side effects from said drugs observed: tremors, violent mood swings, extreme agitation, hallucinations both visual and vocal including but not limited to persons real and imagined.

Identified Teammates: Red (Shana), Six (Malcolm), Jaye (Allison), Doc (Carl)

Identified: Mara Thompson (unknown, one source-SE)

Identified: Althea Delgado Lewis (cousin)

Identified: Crash (unknown, one source-SE)

Unidentified: Female voice

Has refused to talk at all.

Medical injuries listed in detail on medical report.

"The unidentified voice… What makes you so sure it isn't real?"

"Top, all the signs are consistent. No aberrations. I checked and double checked." Psyche-Out looked in earnest. "From the other report, we have placed every person and voice except one. He won't talk to me about it except to insist that it was real, not induced. Nothing in SE's report supports this 'figment'. And yet, he still clings to it. Until he lets go or we get a confirmation, I can't clear him."

Standing and muttering the words "Freakin' protocol," Sgt. Hauser grabbed the phone and punched in a number. "Red? Call him in… He's where? No, call him in now…We have a situation…"

Green Book 2

Walking in the park, Sue watched Levi run and play with some of his dog friends. She shook her head. He was dealing with the weekend disruption better than she was. Sitting on a bench, she took a deep breath, glad to be outdoors. A hand tapped her shoulder and she looked up to see Jack.

"Oh, hey. Another accidental coincidence?" She smiled at his guilty grin.

"Actually, no. I wanted to see if you needed to talk after your 'loan'. You doing okay?"

"Still a little tired. It was a long haul the first night." A frown appeared on her forehead but disappeared as Levi came running up to greet his friend.

"Care to share? And don't give me the "I'll have to kill you" line. I've known Bobby a long time." The brown-eyed agent sat back, giving the appearance of nonchalance. "It's a deflection tactic that works on Myles and the gang but not me."

Sue shrugged. "There's not much I can say, Jack. What Bobby said was true. We went in to observe, got the information and asked questions. Beyond that I really can't tell you anything else."

"Can't? Or won't?" He kept his body posture relaxed. Curious, yes but not demanding.

"Can't. Regulations."

He nodded and smiled at her. "I can understand that. If and when you need me to talk…"

A figure came running up to the duo waving frantically. Sue turned to look as Jack greeted the little man.

"Hey, Howie."

"Jack," the little man stopped to catch his breath. "Sue, I am so glad to see you. Are you okay?" At her puzzled expression, he started over. "Friday? I called about that missing guy and then you never answered your phone and I saw Agent Manning and he was going to tell you about the goons and I heard there was a blow up and so I have been looking for you and here you are! Are you okay?" He looked expectantly from Sue to Jack and back again.

Beside her, the brown headed man shifted into FBI mode. She put a hand to her head. Definitely not okay.

Thomas Arashikage stood silently before his employer. He watched as the man ranted and raved back and forth across the room. Waste of movement, the Asian man thought. He had tuned out the bitter man soon after entering the office. Eventually, he'd get over himself and come to the point.

"Well?" The beady-eyed man approached his employee.

Thomas handed him a card.

"This? This is it? This is all you have? A card. It looks like a driver's license." The man tossed it down to the floor.

Thomas waited. He counted to ten.

"Wait," the other man picked the card back up. He took a closer look at it. "Hmmm… An FBI agent. Very interesting. Did you have anything in mind?"

"Yes, sir. I believe there are several things we can do with Agent Manning's help…"