FBI Infirmary
Receiving
only a few cuts and bruises, Spencer and Samantha were admitted to the infirmary as a precaution. He was sitting in a chair next to the bed. He looked better than she felt at the moment.
"How are you feeling?" asks Spencer.
Like shit.
Her head was pounding and her throat ached. Sam couldn't remember much considering she was knocked out for most of the event that transpired. But what she remembered, she couldn't begin to grasp.
"How long have you been sitting there?" she replies.
"For a few hours," Spencer answers. "You took a pretty good knock to the head."
"Concussion?" she asks.
"No, thankfully not, just some bruising to your skull. Look Sam what happened back there—"
"I don't quite understand myself, Spence." Shifting in her bed until she was able to sit up, she continued. "It was the strangest thing I've ever experienced in my life. You were calm the whole time, like you knew what was going on. I'm too good an agent to not recognize that and I understand you'll tell me when you're ready."
"Thanks Sam." It was all he thought to say.
Maybe she won't think I'm too crazy.
"It's a bit to take in but—"
"Well, look who's finally awake!" Roger's voice boomed.
"Happy to see me? I wasn't planning on leaving anytime soon," she says.
Roger's expression changed slightly to grief before his smile returned. If he'd lost her out there, he'd stop at nothing to big, those responsible to justice. Feeling like a big brother, he felt the need to protect her and keep her safe. When promoted to Director of CATU he almost didn't take the position. Doing so he thought at the time would leave Sam alone and vulnerable. Still reluctant he took the job. He spent a good chunk of time looking for a suitable partner for her. That's when he found Spencer. Top of his class and a remarkable agent, he was perfect. Seeing Sam here in one piece only confirmed it.
"Looks like I made the right choice in Spencer," he says nodding to Spencer.
"Looks that way sir," she says.
Expression changing he says, "As a formality I have to ask you guys. What the hell happened in there?"
For the past few hours Spencer had been trying to come up with a story and put together a half way decent one. He was about to speak when Samantha interrupted him.
"Well sir," she starts. "We had just found a place to park when Spence noticed a man with a missile launcher. I only saw the missile coming at us when Spence was pushing me out of the car. I saw him draw his gun and fire at the man, and then I guess I passed out. After that I don't remember anything else, except waking up here."
She hated to lie to her boss and friend, but she knew deep down Spencer had a secret. One he couldn't share with just anybody. At least this explanation should help him with whatever story he'd come up with. Only problem they had been was a body and a missile launcher and they had neither one.
Picking up as if he was telling the story, Spencer continued, "I pulled my gun as the assailant started firing upon me. I fired back taking him down. The whole place was coming down, so I picked up Sam and ran toward the closet exit I could find."
Now about that body and weapons.
Like reading his thoughts Roger says, "Glad to see you guys didn't get blown up. All we have to go on is both your accounts. The parking structure is completing gone. I don't mean disappeared or anything, just a big pile of ash. People on the scene claimed a big light flashed and the next thing they know it's nothing but ash where the building was."
Looks like God has my back once again.
If he didn't believe there stories and had any other thoughts about it, he didn't show it.
"Well, if you two are up to it, I can feel you in on the current situation," Roger continued. "It's worse than we initially expected. They somehow tapped in both radio and television signals, everyone in America saw or heard
Ghost's
announcement. At this point any threats they make seem likely to be followed through. Their smart bastards, I'll give them that. They know how to keep us from tracing them and we have no idea of where they could be. This attack on you two could be a blatant one, though neither they nor any other group has taken responsibility yet."
"We'll find these bastards, Roger," says Spencer with a burning fierceness in his voice.
"I'm sure you will and I hope it's in time."
"What has the President said about any of this?" asks Sam.
"Nothing yet, though he is going to address the nation at five this evening. Before long it seems we'll be out of a job or no longer a secret," Roger replies.
"I vote for keeping my job," Sam says.
Before long my secret may even be out.
"In the mean time I want you two to talk to your regulars. If these guys are here they need weapons and supplies. We've had reports from television and radio people telling us their systems had been hacked into. Tech has said they could do a hack online, but for their outcome they wanted local control. So combining the pieces of information—"
"They are here in or around the city," Spencer finished Roger's sentence.
"Is there a chance they can do this again?" asks Sam.
"We don't know, tech says it's a possibility, that's why you two are going to find out. I also want you guys to have a little more back up. Take Adams with you, better field experience for him and extra gun for you. I have a feeling things are going to get worse before they get better. A lot worse."
——
As
the limo pulled up before the bank, the sniper knew it was time. It was late and he wanted to get done in time to see what the President had to say.
Any minute now he'll be walking through the door.
His gun, a .50 Caliber with a muzzle flash suppressor and a range up to a mile. He didn't quite need the full mile, only half of it. In and out with no sign of where he was, simple.
He set the gun over the edge of the roof and dialed in the scope.
As soon as he walks out of the door.
Now it was time to wait.
——
Mr.
Kloser, sir, your limo is here," Mack says in a deep baritone voice.
"Excellent," Kloser says. "Any news today?"
"Actually yes sir, there was. The FBI Were attacked today and seems they were able to foil any attempt the attacker made."
"Do they have any idea who made the attack?" Kloser asks.
"No sir, apparently there isn't much of anything left. At the moment they have no ideas or leads."
"Interesting," he says thinking. "Is Mr. Johnson still here?"
"Yes sir."
"Good, tell him I'm leaving and it's up to him to close the bank this evening."
