AT CIA HEADQUATERS...
They were all seated on the twenty fifth floor of the CIA
Federal Building ,situated next to Pensylvania Avenue,in Washington. The view of
the capital from so high seemed to be fascinating.In this town like in no other
American town,one could smell history at every corner of its
streets.Magnificient especially looked the White House with its fountain,the
buildings of Congress on Capital Hill and the monument of Lincoln,one of the
fathers of America,the nation.
-“I welcome you all here with pleasure.”- David Harrows,the general CIA
He paused for a moment and looked into the eyes of every participant of this
international rather meeting: Carl Lewis,who was responsible for the Washington
area and partially for the spies affairs abroad,Harrold Montgomerry,the chief of
CIA in California,Jack Foster,the boss in New York,Jonathan Fergusson,FBI
chief,Peter Debews,who was equipped to deal with the President’s team on
behalf of the agency and several outsiders from within the western world,two
Australians among them,Ross Dowby and Edwin Drisch, and finally into the eyes of
Patrick Waltersh,the boss of MI6 in London.
-“I have invited you here because we have to take a number of decisions.”-
David Harrows decided to continue.-“Firstly, I must share with you my
observations on what the Soviets do. Their KGB agents are unusually
active.Strangely,not only within the first world,but also in remote places,as
far even as Burma. We have recently got news from our informant,Khon Hun Sat, in
Burma that a number of Russian KGB agents were killed within the so-called
Tandbodhay Temple in Monywa,nearby Mandalay. One of the killed was Sergiej
Chatunov.We have already tried to catch him for some time. You will not believe
me when I tell you now who killed him and the other KGB agents. Are you ready?
Well,the killer or rather killers are: Steven Mac Dantosch,the murderer whom
Interpol tries to get-as you know he is the son of Joseph Burrows,the worldwide
business magnat from Australia- and Tadek Vangard,the Polishman whom we have
already tried to reach a number of times,because as you know he has the
so-called strategy Beehive,which can humilate the Soviets internationally if we
get the strategy into our hands.I know from our informant that they are actually
in Bangladesh. We will have to begin with new ,fresh efforts of finding them and
getting them into our hands. One of them,surely,will have to end up on the
electrical chair…The other one will have to cooperate with us,if he does not
want to find himself in jail…We have to have the strategy Beehive.I feel
strongly there is something of an uppermost importance in it. The Soviets
woudn’t be so active,feverishly active,I would say,if the strategy wouldn’t
be so important…”
Jack Foster exchanged his glances with Patrick Waltersh.He imagined his own face
as white as shit of paper once and red as the stop lights of the faraway traffic
beneath the other time.He was happy of one thing only at the moment,of the fact
he managed to come for this meeting in time,on a plane over Atlantic and with a
He already stopped listening to David Harrows,the first among them, in the CIA
establishment.He would not like to be in his skin if the silver haired David
Harrows would discover that he was in fact a double agent.This would certainly
be all-American shock.How many times in his New York office did he think whether
it is right what he does…Certainly it was not right. However,he was an Irish
at heart.He hated America for doing nothing for the beloved Northern Ireland
where his parents were born.He wanted Northern Ireland to be united with
Ireland.And America did nothing in this aspect.Just because of it he hated this
country,despite that it was his country. It was his secret. When seated alone in
his monumental office in New York,he often looked at the breathtaking panorama
of the City with its very many superstructures,the skydrapers,including the
Empire State Building,majestic World Trade Center towers,Rockefeller
Center…Nothing but greediness…
In his mind the worldwide nature was raped by the human activities.He looked
then at the far away Atlantic and saw it as a real Tytan,as one capable of
turning this country into an endless waterworld...May only Antarktica melts
down...He wanted to open the window and shout:”What do you do,madmen?! Don’t
you see that if you destroy the nature,if the fillars of this planet will be cut
off, everything will tumble down!! Don’t you see it?!”
-“Hej,Jack,what happens with you? You do not seem to listen to us?…”- He
heard suddenly.He realised everybody looked at him.He became mixed.
-“Sorry,I had a sleepless night…Don’t bother,however.”- He said,but he
knew he already caused some damage to his reputation.
When the meeting was over David Harrows called him to himself.
-“You looked strange today,Jack.”- He said.-“Is this from overwork?”
Jack Foster realised fast what a danger hang in the air.He could in no way let
anyone into his New York office.If it happened some evidence against him could
He began to play an actor.He was always good in this so far. He laughed.
-“Oh,David,if I were overworked as you suggest I would certainly had as
silver-white hair on my head as you do have.”- He said.
Both began to laugh. They said good bye to each other like friends who served
their only country,the United States of America...To be continued...Author:
Thaddeus Hutyra,e-mail address: email@example.com or: firstname.lastname@example.org
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