A Prim and a Prophet
Copyright© 2019 by Christopher Podhola
Chapter 8: A Careful Approach
“I see now that the queen of our world has her mind on the cities of another and Jo-Laina is not alone, but interfering with the balance of the grey is risky.”
Excerpt from the diaries of Panpar
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Jim Ceiphart pulled the Leighton S.U.V. over to the side of the road about a quarter of a mile from the Leighton house. The director failed to mention he had the Leighton parents in custody already; that they were already on their way to the bunker, and that their S.U.V. was sitting on the side of the road, keys still in it, when he got to within ten miles of the Leighton home.
Prick, he thought to himself as he got out of the truck. He headed to one of the vehicles behind him and the driver window rolled down as he walked up to it. The person sitting there was referred to as John. It wasn’t Agent Johns, or John so and so, or agent, or anything else. It was just John and he seemed to be talking to himself as he walked up. Jim couldn’t hear what he was saying but the words sounded foreign.
They were the last two to arrive at the Leighton home. The rest of the team was in place surrounding the home at a thousand foot perimeter. The rest would approach when the two of them pulled into the driveway, but would remain out of sight unless things went sideways.
“We don’t use force or threat of force unless it becomes absolutely necessary, and even then we probably still don’t. Got it?”
“These assets are listed black,” John replied.
John’s reference suggested they were to be collected and if they couldn’t be collected, they were to eliminate them. “I know what they are listed as, but ‘black’ or not we will not use force or threat of force, got it?”
“It was a mistake to wait for you,” John said blankly. “You’re not committed.”
Jim smiled internally. No, he thought, the mistake is having you here. Your commitment might get us all killed. “Do you understand my orders or not?”
“I understand, but I do not agree. Agree or not I will follow your directions.”
Is this guy a friggin’ computer or what? Ceiphart thought to himself. Then he answered his own question. Of course he is. He would have to be for him to do the things he’s ordered to do.
“We approach carefully. We make no sudden movements and no rushing the house. We go up to the door; knock and then we talk the twins out.”
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