At The Office
The British Intelligence Agency Building was a tall glass building with thousands of windows. As Joseph walked through the door a lady said good morning to him and took his coat and hat. His secretary, Jessica, whom was a tall blond girl holding a clipboard full of papers walked up next to him and asked how he was.
"I could use a bottle of water and a Tylenol," he answered.
"Right away, sir. Anything else for you?"
"Yes, today's news paper please."
"Right away, sir." she replied.
Joseph's office was on the 39th floor. His office was very nice. It had a TV, a couch, a kitchen, and anything else that a regular upstanding office would have. Jessica came in with his water and Tylenol and today's newspaper. She also handed him a stack of papers that he needed to look over from his last assignment. That took him a few hours. Soon it was lunch break. He and his friend Murphy Reynolds went down the street to an Italian coffee shop to eat and talk every day. Murphy Reynolds had been in the British Intelligence Agency for only 2 years and Joseph helped him with some things that he wasn't familiar with. Joseph had known Murphy almost his whole life. Joseph trusted him and felt that he could tell him anything. They were like brothers.
Joseph told Murphy about the call he got last night.
"Hmm, I don't know what to make of it." Said Murphy.
"Yea, it was pretty strange." Joseph replied.
"You know Joe, it could have been a tourist just trying to find out where he was."
"Yea, but why would he hang up right after I ask him who he was?" said Joseph.
"I don't know. I don't know. It just seems really strange." Murphy replied.
A lady in an apron walked up next to the table. She had red short hair, freckles on her cheeks, and bright red lipstick on. "Are you gentleman ready to order yet."
"Yes, I will have the spaghetti and meatball combo please." Said Murphy.
"And I will have two orders of stuffed ravioli with a sprite." answered Joseph. Their food soon arrived and because they lost track of time, they ate quickly.
After a few minutes of eating, they tipped the waitress, and quickly headed back to the office. They had no need of catching a cab, for the British Intelligence Agency was only a few blocks down the street.
When they got to the building they both said bye and headed their own ways. Joseph went to his office, but before he went in Jessica grabbed him by the forearm and said, "Sir, there is a man waiting in your office and he said that he needed to see you, that it was extremely important."
"You mean he's in there now?" Joseph replied.
" Yes Sir. I told him that you would be back soon and he just walked right in to your office. I thought he might be a friend of yours."
"Thank you for warning Me." said Joseph.
Joseph walked in and the man had on a black suite and dark sunglasses. He looked very sophisticated. It seemed as though he was looking around until Joseph walked in, then he turned and just stood there looking at him with his hands nicely behind his back.
"May I help you with something, Sir?" asked Joseph
"Ah, yes. You are or are you not Joseph Borten that lives at this address?" the man asked as he handed him a small piece of paper that had his address on it.
"Yes, I am. What is this all about? How do you know my name and where I live and who are you?" Joseph asked vigorously.
"I'm Steven Conners with the American CIA and I'm here to ask you a few questions, if you of course don't mind?"
"Of course not. Go right ahead." replied Joseph.
"Thank you" he said. He paused for a moment and cleared his throat. "Did you or did you not get a strange phone call last night?"
"Yes, I did. How did you know that?" Joseph asked.
"People everywhere have been, but the more interesting part is, people whose name is Joseph. It seems as though the "mystery" caller is just calling all of the people that names start with Joseph. We've talked to most of them and they all say it was strange. What would you say about it?"
Joseph was thinking about what he just heard. He didn't know how to respond because his answer would be the same as the others. But he managed to slip a few words out of his mouth to describe it.
"It was just bloody weird."
"Yea. Well I have another question. What and when was your last assignment and don't worry, everything I hear is strictly confidential." Steven assured him.
"Well it was a couple weeks ago when some of our men spotted a highly wanted terrorist leader. I ordered them to take him out. The mission was a complete success. Why do you need to know this?" asked Joseph
"Thank you. That's all I needed to know. Now if you would pack up your belongings quickly. Your being transferred to America with strict orders, for safety purposes of course."
" What the heck do you mean "for safety purposes". What about my family, are they in danger too?" yelled Joseph.
"They are being taken care of. You will see them in America. Now please come with me, Sir."
Joseph was so confused. Everything happened so quickly. He didn't know how to take this, if it was a joke or if it was really serious. He just followed, like a dog on a leash.
When they arrived at the airport they cut through the security and headed to a private plane that was waiting for them. Steven stopped and stood aside and let Joseph go first. He climbed into the plane and looked around in amazement. The plane had about ten chairs that could spin around and a bar with beverages all lined up neatly in a clear cabinet. It was just about then he was thinking that this was the nicest plane he had ever seen, when Steven asked him to please be seated. As the plane took off Joseph watch as the ground shrunk beneath him. He had only been on a plane a few times in his life and he never really got used to it. The turbulence always bothered him when he flew. He tried to get some sleep but he just couldn't. He glanced over at Steven who was sound asleep. This is going to be a long flight he thought.
He pulled out one of the books he had in his bag and started to read for a while. A stuartess walked by and asked him if he would like a drink.
"Just water please." He replied.
A few minutes later she walked in and handed him his water. Then she walked out. He took a few sips of water then looked in the glass. It tasted strange. Then again its airline water, probably a billion years old he thought finishing the water. He started to read some more and started to fight trying to keep his eyes open. Within a few moments he was fast asleep.