January 30th, 2010
Rookie
Jack Tyson was a clever man, and very passionate. He was a true patriot. And now he will be interviewing for a job as an analist for the F.B.I. He just came back from the war a month ago. Even though the war has been over for quite longer than that. The hotel office desk had just called him, he had asked for a wake up call. He put on his best shirt and tie for the interview. Along with his best jacket... After he took a shower and cleaned up of course. "Following in my fathers footsteps." He told himself. Though Jack barely could remember his father,... or mother. But his father had only been a Texas State officer. He had worked as a detective on murder. Jack's mother was a housewife. Before she gave birth to him, Jack was told that Austin Tyson was an orthodontist. But gave the job up to raise her son. "For such a short time." Jack thought. He shook the thought off. He finished dressing and walked out of the room. He was carrying very little luggage. Only himself and a suitcase. The suitcase had a few more pairs of clothes, movies, and books inside it. He would be checking out if he got the job ( which was likely) and he would move into an apartment. If he did'nt... Well let's just say he might be going back home to Wellton Texas. As soon as he checked out, he headed out the door searching for a taxi. "Taxi! Taxi!" Jack yelled. He could not see a taxi. "Well it is 3:45 in the morning." He told himself. He let out a big yawn. He suddenly saw a little yellow taxi driving down the street. "Hey! Come here!" He yelled to the driver. He was running and waving his suitcase around like he was crazy. The taxi came and parked beside Jack. Jack opened the back door and put his suitcase in. He then climbed in and set down. "Where to?" The cabby asked. "Do you know any decent place to eat brekfast that is near the F.B.I. building?" "Well let me think..." The man looked in his early twenties and had a mountain man's beard. He looked rough. His head was only inches away from the cieling. "There is a pretty good IHop about a block away from it I think." "That will be fine." They drove for about five minutes then Jack dozed off... "Sir?" Jack woke up immediately. "How long have I napped?" "Only for a few minutes. My name is Tim, Tim Reynolds. What are you doing at the F.B.I. this morning sir?" "Oh I'm interviewing for a job." Jack shook the man's hand. "My name is Jack Tyson" " Nice to meet you sir" A few minutes later they passed by the FBI building. "Here we are sir." Tim said as they pulled into the IHop parking lot. The FBI building was not far from the restraunt. The cabby was right. "Thank you sir, what is my fare?" "Well it's fifteen dollars, but since I like you i'll knock it down to ten." "Oh no, you dont have to" "No it's fine" The cabby interupted. "Good luck with your interview sir." Jack paid the man the money. "Thank You" The man drove off. Jack caught the company name on the side of the car. Hadley's Cab's. Jack walked into the IHop. A young girl served him. She was very pleasent and kind. Jack ordered some Coffie and eggs. As he drank his coffie he wondered about the interview. "Could he really be good enough? Or was this just to good to be true?" He thought to himself. "No, that's not the right attitude. I will go in there and get that job." "Sir here are your eggs" "Thank you mam" Jack checked his watch. Oh darn, 4:40. He had to be at the interview at 5:00. He quickly ate his eggs and finished his coffie. On the way out he paid for his meal and left the tip. "There's no time for a taxi." He told himself. He ran the next block to the FBI headquarters. He arrived at exactly 5:00. Jack pulled on his tie and wiped off the sweat on his head. "Ok, it's showtime"
Caleb Miller was enjoying not having much to do. This was a good day with only a few minor problems he had to deal with. He read a few files containing the usual junk. Just less of it. Such as the Morman church incident in Texas. The C.P.A. busted them for sexual abuse. "Four hundred something kids!" Miller thought to himself. "What sick freak forces ton's of women to have his children. And then has sex with thirteen year old girls! Crazy Morman's!" But if you think about it it was'nt Mormans that caused this. It was a man who used religious excuses to please himself. Sick. "I don't remember hearing anything about having ton's of women at the Christmas play the Morman's put on." Miller told himself. They explained all of thier beliefs and what just happened did not mix with that. It was'nt the religion. It's just like the Iraqi terrorists in 2001. They say they were religiously motivated. That was a load of bull to. "I'll have to send this to the supreme court." But before he got to his computer his door opened. "Mr. Miller, Jack Tyson is here to see you." Mrs. Nichols the secretary said. Miller checked his watch, 5:03. "Good send him in." A young man then walked in. He had long black hair, but not to long. Just long enough to go into his eyes. He was normal sized and looked intelligent. Caleb Miller noticed such things in interviews. "Hello I'm Jack." the man said in a friendly voice. "Hello Mr. Tyson. Please sit down. Would you like anything to drink? Beer, a coke, anything?" "I'll have a coke if you don't mind" "Not much of a drinker?" "No sir" "That's fine." Miller said pouring a coca cola in a glass. "This boy is trying real hard" Miller thought. "And he's doing a good job." "Well let's get down to business. You have applied for a job as an analist here. Am I right considering you are sitting here with me?" "Yes sir." "Well I have your application right here..." Miller was rumaging through his desk drawer. He finnaly found it. "Okay, you graduated from West Point Military academey. I checked with the academey to make sure this degree was authentic. It says you graduated in Political study, Law, Criminology, and Psychology." "Yes sir." "It also says you had the highest grades in the academey." "Yes sir." "Okay you can stop with the yes sir's" Miller said laughing. Jack grew red. "So you also served as a spy during the war and gathered good information. Good enough to name you a is your motivation to work here?" Jack grew even more red. "I want to fight for what's right, against evil. Instead of sitting at home getting mad at it. I want this world to be a better place." Miller looked at him solemnly. He had heard things like that from many of the men he had employed. But this boy looked like he was sincere. He looked like he would do anything for what's right. "Well that's the whole goal is'nt it? You know what. You probably have the potential to be a good analist. Normally I would make you a field worker, or a spy as people like to think of it. But you are so smart that it would be a mistake putting you out in the field. You could get hurt, or shot. But bieng an analist means taking information we have and figuring out what it means. And what to do with it. It is more important than field work, and it takes more wits." "So I get the job?" "Of course! It would be stupid to throw your intelligence out in the street. But first we have a boat load of paperwork and fileing to do to get you into the agency." Miller said groaning as he turned on his computer. "Of course." Jack stated.
"Dr. Brezhev is everything ready for sunday?" Tucker Henderson asked. "Yes sir, the hacker is installed, the Mercenaries are prepared, and the shuttle is ready." "What about the launch station? Is everything set up?" "Of course sir" Brezhev answered annoyed. "Good" The plantation that Henderson owned in Egypt was quite facinating. It was good to be in a neutral area where you could do what ever you want. Well almost. It depended on what you were doing and how smart you were. Henderson's plantation, along with his launch station were hacked off of any goverment radar. Thanks to Oleg Brezhev. The plantation and launch station took up a 2mile by 2 mile square area. "When should we launch?" Dr. Brezhev asked. "I should think about 2:45 in the morning. That would give us enough time to get into space, put ourselves off radar, hack the system, and put that thing off radar." "What time do you think we will be done?" "From 3:50 to 4:00" "That sounds like fun"
After signing papers for ten minutes Jack was finnaly done. Well done was not the right way to put it. Making things official. "Jack you will carry a gun, and you will have a badge. You have the right to arrest people when necessary. You need to go to the shooting range and take a quick basic training. Since you are not a field worker of any sort you will not need much training. You will go over weapon safety, and you will take a test over it. You will also take a quick test on your law knowledge. Once you pass all of that crap, you will take a picture. We will put that in your file and on your badge. Tommorow night we will have an assembly for new agents. You and a few others will hold your badge and take another picture. Then you will be an official goverment agent." Jack was amazed with all of the stuff he had to do. He figured it would be like in the movies. Give the man a gun and let him save the day. Not quite. "Yes sir" "Okay, let me show you the way to the weapon station" Mr. Miller took jack through the secretary's office first. "Mary, I'll be back in a minute." "Okay" Jack looked at her and noticed something different than when he first came in half an hour ago. She was looking at him different. Like she had just found something. Mr. Miller took Jack through the crowded hallways and to an they got in, an older man who looked about seventy walked in. The man pushed the number three button. "Caleb?" Mr. Miller turned around. "Gus? I was just about to come down to the weapon station." "Oh really what for?" "For our new analist. Meet Jack Tyson" "Hello" Jack said shaking the man's hand. "Gus Gustavus" The man said. "Are you doing the weapons training?" Gus asked. "Yes, do you work in that station?" "I run that station." The elevator stopped and opened. "I guess I am no longer needed." Mr. Miller said punching the 7th floor button. The man showed jack into the weapons station. "Okay you will have a 44 magnum with a shoulder holster. Here is the trigger guard, on the trigger guard there is a safety. This get's stupider every time. Always keep the gun on safety unless you are shooting it. Take a few shots at the target." Jack stood up to the lane and fired. "Okay good, we can't all be proffesionals." The man said sarcastically. He pulled the target back. "That actually is good." The shots hit only an inch away from the bullseye. "Okay put the holster on under your jacket and put the gun in it." Jack did as he was told. "Now put the strap over the gun. Good. Now you have a concealed hand gun." He signed some papers and gave them to Jack. "Sign them" Jack did. "I put that you made a perfect score on the paper test even though we did'nt do it. Now go take your law tests and be done with it." "Yes Sir." The test just so happened to be given by Ms. Nichols.
"Okay Mr. Tyson, the test has twenty questions. It should not be hard for you." Ms. Nichols told jack handing him the test. She had long curly brown hair and beautiful green eyes. Jack stared at her for a few seconds. "Try concentrating on the test Mr. Tyson instead of me." She said blushing. Jack immediately started. "List all of the goverment branches." Jack read. "What is this, 6th grade?" Jack thought to himself. Ms. Nichols was not joking. This was like testing him on riding a bike. Oh well. The rest of the questions were just as easy. They asked about amendments, law punishments, and so on. Once he was done he handed the test back. Ms. Nichols took it and graded it. He made a perfect score. "Good job Mr. Tyson." "Thank you." "Now." She said pulling out a digital camera. "I will take your picture." She pulled down a blank white screen. She then set her camera down and grabbed Jack and put him in the right position in front of the screen. Her hands were warm. They made Jack feel wierd inside. He had never felt that before. "Okay." She picked up the camera. "Smile. Come on, why don't you men smile?" "Because it's not manly. You notice in team photo's, school pictures, anything. We don't smile. It makes us feel tough." "Okay..." She took the picture. "I promise this is the very last thing" She pulled out a file that Miller must have made. "I need to confirm your file. You were born June sixth 1982, correct?" "Yes mam" "Please quit bieng so polite, you got the job. My name is Mary." "Sorry." "Your parents are John, Walker, Tyson and Austin, Rachel, Tyson?" "Yes." "You lived with your grandparents and went to school at Wellton Texas?" "Yes." Mary looked curious, but she was polite and asked no personal questions. "Well that's it. Your office is on the sixth floor, number 229. I already have everything set up for you. Everything down to your name plate. You have a few dispatches waiting for you already. Tommorow night we will give you your badge at the assembly." "Thank you Mary." "That's better." Jack checked the wall clock. 6:05. "You have got to be kidding me" he thought.
Caleb Miller was enjoying not having much to do. This was a good day with only a few minor problems he had to deal with. He read a few files containing the usual junk. Just less of it. Such as the Morman church incident in Texas. The C.P.A. busted them for sexual abuse. "Four hundred something kids!" Miller thought to himself. "What sick freak forces ton's of women to have his children. And then has sex with thirteen year old girls! Crazy Morman's!" But if you think about it it was'nt Mormans that caused this. It was a man who used religious excuses to please himself. Sick. "I don't remember hearing anything about having ton's of women at the Christmas play the Morman's put on." Miller told himself. They explained all of thier beliefs and what just happened did not mix with that. It was'nt the religion. It's just like the Iraqi terrorists in 2001. They say they were religiously motivated. That was a load of bull to. "I'll have to send this to the supreme court." But before he got to his computer his door opened. "Mr. Miller, Jack Tyson is here to see you." Mrs. Nichols the secretary said. Miller checked his watch, 5:03. "Good send him in." A young man then walked in. He had long black hair, but not to long. Just long enough to go into his eyes. He was normal sized and looked intelligent. Caleb Miller noticed such things in interviews. "Hello I'm Jack." the man said in a friendly voice. "Hello Mr. Tyson. Please sit down. Would you like anything to drink? Beer, a coke, anything?" "I'll have a coke if you don't mind" "Not much of a drinker?" "No sir" "That's fine." Miller said pouring a coca cola in a glass. "This boy is trying real hard" Miller thought. "And he's doing a good job." "Well let's get down to business. You have applied for a job as an analist here. Am I right considering you are sitting here with me?" "Yes sir." "Well I have your application right here..." Miller was rumaging through his desk drawer. He finnaly found it. "Okay, you graduated from West Point Military academey. I checked with the academey to make sure this degree was authentic. It says you graduated in Political study, Law, Criminology, and Psychology." "Yes sir." "It also says you had the highest grades in the academey." "Yes sir." "Okay you can stop with the yes sir's" Miller said laughing. Jack grew red. "So you also served as a spy during the war and gathered good information. Good enough to name you a is your motivation to work here?" Jack grew even more red. "I want to fight for what's right, against evil. Instead of sitting at home getting mad at it. I want this world to be a better place." Miller looked at him solemnly. He had heard things like that from many of the men he had employed. But this boy looked like he was sincere. He looked like he would do anything for what's right. "Well that's the whole goal is'nt it? You know what. You probably have the potential to be a good analist. Normally I would make you a field worker, or a spy as people like to think of it. But you are so smart that it would be a mistake putting you out in the field. You could get hurt, or shot. But bieng an analist means taking information we have and figuring out what it means. And what to do with it. It is more important than field work, and it takes more wits." "So I get the job?" "Of course! It would be stupid to throw your intelligence out in the street. But first we have a boat load of paperwork and fileing to do to get you into the agency." Miller said groaning as he turned on his computer. "Of course." Jack stated.
"Dr. Brezhev is everything ready for sunday?" Tucker Henderson asked. "Yes sir, the hacker is installed, the Mercenaries are prepared, and the shuttle is ready." "What about the launch station? Is everything set up?" "Of course sir" Brezhev answered annoyed. "Good" The plantation that Henderson owned in Egypt was quite facinating. It was good to be in a neutral area where you could do what ever you want. Well almost. It depended on what you were doing and how smart you were. Henderson's plantation, along with his launch station were hacked off of any goverment radar. Thanks to Oleg Brezhev. The plantation and launch station took up a 2mile by 2 mile square area. "When should we launch?" Dr. Brezhev asked. "I should think about 2:45 in the morning. That would give us enough time to get into space, put ourselves off radar, hack the system, and put that thing off radar." "What time do you think we will be done?" "From 3:50 to 4:00" "That sounds like fun"
After signing papers for ten minutes Jack was finnaly done. Well done was not the right way to put it. Making things official. "Jack you will carry a gun, and you will have a badge. You have the right to arrest people when necessary. You need to go to the shooting range and take a quick basic training. Since you are not a field worker of any sort you will not need much training. You will go over weapon safety, and you will take a test over it. You will also take a quick test on your law knowledge. Once you pass all of that crap, you will take a picture. We will put that in your file and on your badge. Tommorow night we will have an assembly for new agents. You and a few others will hold your badge and take another picture. Then you will be an official goverment agent." Jack was amazed with all of the stuff he had to do. He figured it would be like in the movies. Give the man a gun and let him save the day. Not quite. "Yes sir" "Okay, let me show you the way to the weapon station" Mr. Miller took jack through the secretary's office first. "Mary, I'll be back in a minute." "Okay" Jack looked at her and noticed something different than when he first came in half an hour ago. She was looking at him different. Like she had just found something. Mr. Miller took Jack through the crowded hallways and to an they got in, an older man who looked about seventy walked in. The man pushed the number three button. "Caleb?" Mr. Miller turned around. "Gus? I was just about to come down to the weapon station." "Oh really what for?" "For our new analist. Meet Jack Tyson" "Hello" Jack said shaking the man's hand. "Gus Gustavus" The man said. "Are you doing the weapons training?" Gus asked. "Yes, do you work in that station?" "I run that station." The elevator stopped and opened. "I guess I am no longer needed." Mr. Miller said punching the 7th floor button. The man showed jack into the weapons station. "Okay you will have a 44 magnum with a shoulder holster. Here is the trigger guard, on the trigger guard there is a safety. This get's stupider every time. Always keep the gun on safety unless you are shooting it. Take a few shots at the target." Jack stood up to the lane and fired. "Okay good, we can't all be proffesionals." The man said sarcastically. He pulled the target back. "That actually is good." The shots hit only an inch away from the bullseye. "Okay put the holster on under your jacket and put the gun in it." Jack did as he was told. "Now put the strap over the gun. Good. Now you have a concealed hand gun." He signed some papers and gave them to Jack. "Sign them" Jack did. "I put that you made a perfect score on the paper test even though we did'nt do it. Now go take your law tests and be done with it." "Yes Sir." The test just so happened to be given by Ms. Nichols.
"Okay Mr. Tyson, the test has twenty questions. It should not be hard for you." Ms. Nichols told jack handing him the test. She had long curly brown hair and beautiful green eyes. Jack stared at her for a few seconds. "Try concentrating on the test Mr. Tyson instead of me." She said blushing. Jack immediately started. "List all of the goverment branches." Jack read. "What is this, 6th grade?" Jack thought to himself. Ms. Nichols was not joking. This was like testing him on riding a bike. Oh well. The rest of the questions were just as easy. They asked about amendments, law punishments, and so on. Once he was done he handed the test back. Ms. Nichols took it and graded it. He made a perfect score. "Good job Mr. Tyson." "Thank you." "Now." She said pulling out a digital camera. "I will take your picture." She pulled down a blank white screen. She then set her camera down and grabbed Jack and put him in the right position in front of the screen. Her hands were warm. They made Jack feel wierd inside. He had never felt that before. "Okay." She picked up the camera. "Smile. Come on, why don't you men smile?" "Because it's not manly. You notice in team photo's, school pictures, anything. We don't smile. It makes us feel tough." "Okay..." She took the picture. "I promise this is the very last thing" She pulled out a file that Miller must have made. "I need to confirm your file. You were born June sixth 1982, correct?" "Yes mam" "Please quit bieng so polite, you got the job. My name is Mary." "Sorry." "Your parents are John, Walker, Tyson and Austin, Rachel, Tyson?" "Yes." "You lived with your grandparents and went to school at Wellton Texas?" "Yes." Mary looked curious, but she was polite and asked no personal questions. "Well that's it. Your office is on the sixth floor, number 229. I already have everything set up for you. Everything down to your name plate. You have a few dispatches waiting for you already. Tommorow night we will give you your badge at the assembly." "Thank you Mary." "That's better." Jack checked the wall clock. 6:05. "You have got to be kidding me" he thought.