Chapter 73

73
SOMEWHERE IN WASHINGTON, D.C.

Agent Bill Holly was enjoying a cheeseburger when the call came. With its usual appetite for drama, the Civilian Intelligence Agency was ringing him up on a twenty-five pound eavesdrop-proof telephone. He kept it in his trunk. It was nothing more than a huge grey briefcase that had no other features. It was not James Bond.

Still chewing his meal while stuffing a few last fries into his mouth, he opened the trunk, opened the telephone case and keyed in his clearance number. Holding the bulky receiver between his shoulder and chin, he pressed the "clear line" key and the corresponding number of the person calling him appeared on the machine. It was his section chief's supervisor's boss. This could get interesting.

These numbers were the only representation in his life of the people at Langley who might call him. He had never met them. He didn't know their names.

"Holly here. Go ahead." he mumbled into the receiver.

"Agent Holly, meet Holt and Hoeffler at rendezvous station Zebra. Go to the Watergate with full gear to run a demo video on Jesus Robeles at one o'clock. Use the GTC camera. Get aura readings, body signs -- anything that will help identify this Guy. Check for radiation and electromagnetic anomalies. Section wants DNA and fingerprints. We gotta' find out Who this bird is. Everything clear?" the voice asked.

"What if the Marines won't let us in?" Bill Holly asked.

"The Director got to Veemer this morning. Everything is clear. Everything is clandestine. Be polite but firm. Your target has an unbelievable amount of clout." the voice commanded. "The operation code name is PARAKEET."

"I'm on it, Sir." Holly acknowledged.

"One more thing, Agent. Be careful. This Kid is dangerous. He, ah, does things to people." the voice on the phone advised.

"What kind of things? I mean, what should I expect?" Holly asked.

"You wouldn't even want to see the list of things He does, Agent. Just be careful. In fact, it wouldn't hurt to be a little afraid. Langley clear."