I found all the comments about Obamacare, spies, and remarks pertaining to what is going on with Wikileaks and Snowden to be interesting. Especially as this story was originally written in about 2006. :) It proves that there is nothing new under the sun, and what goes around, comes around. I pulled parts of my story from conversations with friends that worked for a variety of TLA's (Three Letter Acronyms... ie CIA, NSA, etc.) Two snipers, a couple of 'agents' and a man who will never admit that he worked for a TLA, but use to make his children play some strange games and taught one of them to drive just as he learned some 50 years ago. The games and driving were recognizable to one of the agents enough to make him twitch. And when I needed to check the veracity of spy guy hacker games, I simply asked Wolf. :)
Hope you enjoy this latest chapter. Lots of interesting events.
Jaisen
Eric came out of the shower and started to shake off before Kate could hand him his towel.
"Eric!" Kate was startled as the water drops cascaded over her. She had just gotten dried off and the water was cold on her skin.
"What? I just shook off. What's wrong with that?"
"You are just so..... doggy some days!" She smiled as she dumped his towel over his head.
"Yeah, and your problem?"
"Well, I plead the Fifth!"
Eric slipped up beside her and started scratching Kate just under the ribs on her side. Her whole body started to twitch, especially her foot.
"Stop that!"
"Oh, and who's being doggy now?" He giggling and still scratching under her ribs.
"Oh! Stttooop th..th...that!" Kate finally twisted away from Eric's grasp. She stood there trying to catch her breath. Eric was still giggling. "You are such a brat!"
"Yes. And you have such a 'sweet spot' to scritch." A wicked smile playing across his face.
"Oh, I give up! Now get dressed and come tell me what you think of our computer geek." She grabbed her towel and headed for the bedroom.
Eric followed behind her and draped himself across the foot of the bed, towel loosely wrapped around his hips. "Well, if Keith Waterman was just a computer geek, I'm a good old boy from Arkansas."
"Ah, you got that feeling did you? He sent my radar off the charts. Didn't smell right either."
"No, he didn't smell right. He smelled of a great many things, including gun solvent, cat spray, fatigues and nasty government offices."
"What?"
"He smelled like an agent. The kind I use to work with."
"I figured that out. It was the cat spray that got my attention. What's with that?" .
"Sweetie, he's a shifter. Turns into a big cat. And as he is an uncut tom, he smells like one. It didn't get covered up by his deodorant or his aftershave."
Kate looked at him, and thought about how Keith had smelled to her. Her nose was better than it had been. She thought a few moments more. "You know, you're right. That would be the acrid smell wouldn't it?"
"Yes. Give yourself a biscuit!"
"No thank you. Those don't taste good to me." She pointed to a basket on the lower shelf of the bedroom bookcase. "So, we have a bad guy on the premises. Did you know him? Would he have known you?" Kate suddenly began to see all sorts of bad angles to this whole thing.
"No, there is no past history between Keith and I. Otherwise, things would have gone much differently this afternoon. The agency I worked for didn't have many uses for the big cats. At least not at that point. Most of us were wolves."
"Why was that?"
"Simple. Wolves are pack animals and cats are loners. The military is a 'pack' oriented service. Even individuals are still part of the pack mentality. So, cats didn't work."
Kate nodded, taking this into account and how it might fit. "So, whoever is hunting people, is using someone that can hunt alone and work alone."
"Exactly. And now we know who they are hunting." Eric's voice was tinted with frustration.
"They didn't do this just to find you. Are they hunting all shifters? Or just all shifters that use to work for the various agencies that quit?"
"I'm not sure. I'd have to see if a friend of mine might have a clue. At this point, I'd suspect all ex-service shifters are the targets. So many of us left and disappeared. The bigger question is why are they hunting us?"
"Eric, this makes me nervous. Why won't they let you and the other shifters alone? What do they have planned that would need people of your talents?"
"Well, considering what I was trained for, military operations. The things that you read about in books or see in movies or violent video games. All the deep cover, scary spy guy stuff. Or, what Zach would call 'ninja stuff''," Eric said quietly.
Kate moved to Eric and wrapped her arms around him. She wasn't sure which one of them had more goosebumps. Either way, neither one was happy. "Eric, what are we going to do? You can't keep running. Nor do I know enough to raise Jamie by myself. Most of all, I don't want to lose you."
Eric hugged her closely. "You won't lose me. I want to be 95 and still teasing you about your sweet spot and making jokes about fuzzy grandchildren. Oh, and I want to be around to have you break my nose when you slam the bathroom door in my face."
This brought a smile to Kate's face. "Hey! I didn't do it on purpose! I'd had a headache and wasn't in my right mind!" She got a little defensive.
Eric laughed and held her tight. "I know you were out of it with that headache. I just didn't expect you to get up like you did, let alone slam the door in my face. Good thing my nose heals fast." He touched the bridge of his nose.
"I'm still sorry about your nose and slamming the door. I didn't know you were right behind me. I just needed to go to the bathroom and it seemed like no one wanted to let me up out of the bed. So, I got crabby." Kate still felt a bit defensive about the whole thing.
"It's okay Sweetie. I just need to learn that when you have a headache like that that you wander."
"Oh, and what was with that business of zapping me like you did Peaches? One minute I'm awake, and next I'm dreaming of a huge feather bed with me in it. Not to mention waking up six hours later."
"You felt better didn't you?"