Posted By John Poindexter

I can't believe June is almost over.  It has been an interesting two months since I last wrote on here to you.  In May, we celebrated our 50th wedding anniversary. Along came June and my wife's birthday on the 10th. Now we await a construction project to start sometime in the next month, I hope.  The virus destroyed our vacation plans, so maybe later in the year or next year we can go somewhere and do something exciting. 

I thought for this month, I would share a scene from the latest book I am working on.

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Enjoy the warm weather!

Deadly Revenge

"Steve, you need to come to the Ops Room," Mike said excitedly over the intercom.

"I'll be there in a minute."

As Hawks walked into the room, "This is going to be a bad one," Mike said and shook his head, pointing toward the television.

"Again, we have just received word that Senator Alec Dunn has been shot to death outside his Arlington residence just moments ago. We will have a live report coming in soon," the television announcer said.

"What did they say before this?" Hawks asked as he pulled out a chair up to sit down.

"Nothing really," Jim said. "It seems that he was on his way to work and was hit as he walked out."

"I wonder if we'll get involved?" Mike asked while pouring himself a cup of coffee.

"Probably not. The FBI can handle it," Hawks said.

"This just arrived," the announcer began. "It is a message from the group responsible for the senator's death.

`We are declaring war upon your leaders that authorized the raid on our country by the Espionage, Terrorist Bureau that killed over a hundred of our people. We will not stop until they have all paid for what they did.

Those specifically targeted are Steve Hawks, Director of this killing organization. Also, his wife Sadie Hawks, Agents Jim Horton, and Mike Phillips. Your President is the one directly responsible for sending these individuals to our country to slaughter innocent individuals trying to make a living the only way they knew how. This group of individuals, along with the Senate Committee on Drugs Enforcement will pay for this senseless destruction of human life with their lives.'

This was from a letter that we received just moments ago by a delivery service. We will try to obtain a statement from the Government officials for the six o'clock news. If any developments occur, we will interrupt normal broadcasting to keep you informed. Now back to our normal programming."

"Steve," Diana stuck her head in the door. "President Evans is on the secure voice line."

"Thanks. Well there goes our hidden agency status," Hawks said as he reached for the phone. "Hello Mr. President."

"Steve, did you hear about Senator Dunn?"

"Yes sir. We saw the report on television."

"I want you over here for a meeting in twenty minutes."

"I'll be there."

"Oh! Wear a vest. I don't want to lose you." He hung up abruptly.

"Jim, you and Mike get out the vests and be ready to go in five minutes. We have a meeting at the White House. Diana," Hawks said as he walked out of the Ops Room.

"Yes sir," she looked up from the file she was reading.

"Get a hold of Sadie and brief her on what's going on. Also, send two agents over to my house to guard her and Patricia."

"Where will you be?"

"We have a meeting at the White House."

"What if Sadie wants to come in? What do I tell her?" She got up and walked to the file cabinet.

"Tell her no," Hawks said, pulling off his shirt to put on the vest Mike handed him. "I want her to stay there until I arrive."

"Very well, but you know she won't like that," Diana said as she went back to her desk.

Fifteen minutes later, they entered the White House. The aide looked up and said, "The President is waiting for you in the Oval Office."

"Thank you," Hawks said, opening the door leading to the Oval Office. "Mike, you and Jim wait here."

"Steve, glad to see you," Terry Chambers, Director of the FBI, said as Hawks walked into the Oval Office.

"Steve over here," the President said, standing with Vice President Monroe and Chief of Staff Williams. "We have to get started on this and put a stop to it fast before any more die. As you know, we're the main targets for this group of maniacs. Do you have any idea who they are?"

"No sir. I have no idea what he's talking about. The only raid we made was on that drug factory last year and we certainly didn't kill a hundred people."

"Terry, what does your group have?" the President asked as he turned to look at Terry.

"Senator Dunn was shot with a submachine assault pistol at close range. There was not much left of his torso. The shells have been processed and we do have fingerprints, but nothing that matches them is in our files." Terry pulled out the fingerprint card.

"Were there any witnesses?" the vice-president asked.

"No sir. Not even his wife saw who it was," Terry said.

"Then we have no idea how many, or who they are?" the Chief of Staff asked.

"That's right sir," Terry said. "We can only hope that someone will come forward with information soon."

"Steve, I want both your group and Terry's working on this. Compare notes and keep each other informed as well as me," the President said as he sat down behind his desk.

"Very well," Hawks said.

"Terry, I want you to handle the protection for the Senators involved with that committee. Steve, do you need any support for protection?" the President asked as he wrote something down on a pad.

"No sir. I'll call in enough agents from other areas to handle our own protection," Hawks said, turning to look at him. "I already have two agents sitting on my family at this time."

"Then gentlemen, I think we need to adjourn and find these bastards before someone else dies." The President laid his pen down hard on the table.

"Steve, hang on a minute," the President said as the others exited the room.

"Listen, I don't want to lose you. I need you heading up that organization. So whatever you do, make sure that you're well protected."

"I don't plan on getting myself killed," Hawks said as he reached for the door knob. "I'll make sure that we all have enough protection to survive this."

"Just make sure you do," the President said as Hawks stepped out into the hallway and motioned to Mike and Jim that it was time to go.

As soon as Hawks walked through the door of his agency, he said, "Diana, print out a list of our cases for the past two years and bring them into the meeting in about five minutes."

"Mike, call everybody together. We need to figure out who the hell is trying to kill us," Hawks said, pulling off his jacket.

"Do you want the support staff, too?"

"Yes, everybody. I'm calling home and will be there in about five minutes." He picked up the phone.

"Hello, is everything okay there?" Hawks asked as Sadie answered the phone.

"Hi sweetheart. Everything is okay here. How about you?" He could hear the nervousness in her voice.

"We're fine. I'll be there as soon as I can. I would like for you to think about going to your mother's place for a visit."

"No," she said curtly. "We can send Patricia and Ms. Jensen to my mother's, but I'm not leaving. I'm targeted, too."

"Okay. We're going over the case files to find out who these maniacs might be. I'll call before I head home. I love you."

"I love you, too and please be careful coming home," Sadie said nervously as she hung up the phone.

 

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Until next time,

John

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