indeed,” John added. “And how about Ms. Rule?” He asked. “Any word?”
“None,” Enlai said. “But we found her once and we can find her again. This time when we do John, make sure she stays found,” he bit out tightly.
John drew tight lipped at the reprimand. The President had cursed him out sufficiently, he didn’t need this agent doing as such again. “Keep to your orders, agent,” he bit tightly, but they all knew, he’d allowed her to escape, she had been under his watch. There was no excuse for his actions.
Enlai’s jaw tightened but Song gave him a warning look before interrupting the two. “We are bringing him in for interrogation in twenty four hundred hours.” He said.
“Good,” the President said. “Extract every single bit of information from him and once you do…make sure he is not found again.”
“Yes sir,” Song said before discontinuing the conference call, shutting down the state of the art laptop.
Enlai stood about to say something before a voice within his head exploded, he cried out, the pain unbearable, one of fear, darkness, terror, cries for help. He moaned, holding his head in anguish before slumping over in unconsciousness.
“Enlai!” Song said, reaching his brother in a split second, catching his heavy body easily and easing him onto the floor. “Enlai,” he said, cradling his brother as he watched sweat pour from him in rivulets, unresponsive.
He checked his brothers’ pulse, it was erratic. He laid him on the floor, his hands warming, hovering over his brother.
“No…Song,” Enlai said, his voice weak, filled with pain. “I am…” he began, his head hurt as he bent over, cradling his upper body on shaking arms. He was nauseated and bit back bile rising quickly in his throat.
“What is wrong, brother?” Song said.
“I,” he began, but could not say more, his head hurt too much. He had never been in such intense pain. “Something happened…I don’t know,” he said. “Get me something to settle my stomach and something for my head,” he said.
Song did immediately returning in the room in a few moments with bottled water, a ginger ale and some extra strength Tylenol.
Enlai took the pills immediately, drowned down the ginger ale, his headache receding slightly, as he leaned against the edge of the desk.
“What happened?” Song asked.
“I have to go, now. You’re going to have to interrogate him on his own, I have to get back to America, immediately.”
“Now?” Song asked incredulously. “What the hell are you doing, Enlai? We are on assignment.”
“Do what you need to do, Song,” Enlai said, before picking up his suitcase. “I will return in three days.”
Enlai flew to the Colorado immediately. Once there he rented a car and began driving south, with no direction, just knowing he had to get to Santa Fe, urgently.
He drove without stopping for four hours until he had to stop to refill the tank, using cash at an old mom and pop store with no security cameras. From there, he continued until he turned on a deserted Santa Fe highway, driving without aimlessly but there was something leading him without words, without thought. He had to go.
He drove for two more hours, before he looked up from his car, there were vultures high in the sky circling something off road, he took the faint trail until his car could not go any further, pulling off his suit jacket and tie in the desert heat. He ran through the dry underbrush, ignoring all reason until he stumbled down the side of a dry hill, skidding to a stop and finding her.
She lay peaceful, still, not a scratch or mar upon her, there was a snake two feet from her heel that he kicked so hard it sailed nearly twenty feet in the air before hitting a sharp rock, stunned. The few ravens that had been next to she flew upon his movements. He didn’t know how long that she had been there, only that it had
“None,” Enlai said. “But we found her once and we can find her again. This time when we do John, make sure she stays found,” he bit out tightly.
John drew tight lipped at the reprimand. The President had cursed him out sufficiently, he didn’t need this agent doing as such again. “Keep to your orders, agent,” he bit tightly, but they all knew, he’d allowed her to escape, she had been under his watch. There was no excuse for his actions.
Enlai’s jaw tightened but Song gave him a warning look before interrupting the two. “We are bringing him in for interrogation in twenty four hundred hours.” He said.
“Good,” the President said. “Extract every single bit of information from him and once you do…make sure he is not found again.”
“Yes sir,” Song said before discontinuing the conference call, shutting down the state of the art laptop.
Enlai stood about to say something before a voice within his head exploded, he cried out, the pain unbearable, one of fear, darkness, terror, cries for help. He moaned, holding his head in anguish before slumping over in unconsciousness.
“Enlai!” Song said, reaching his brother in a split second, catching his heavy body easily and easing him onto the floor. “Enlai,” he said, cradling his brother as he watched sweat pour from him in rivulets, unresponsive.
He checked his brothers’ pulse, it was erratic. He laid him on the floor, his hands warming, hovering over his brother.
“No…Song,” Enlai said, his voice weak, filled with pain. “I am…” he began, his head hurt as he bent over, cradling his upper body on shaking arms. He was nauseated and bit back bile rising quickly in his throat.
“What is wrong, brother?” Song said.
“I,” he began, but could not say more, his head hurt too much. He had never been in such intense pain. “Something happened…I don’t know,” he said. “Get me something to settle my stomach and something for my head,” he said.
Song did immediately returning in the room in a few moments with bottled water, a ginger ale and some extra strength Tylenol.
Enlai took the pills immediately, drowned down the ginger ale, his headache receding slightly, as he leaned against the edge of the desk.
“What happened?” Song asked.
“I have to go, now. You’re going to have to interrogate him on his own, I have to get back to America, immediately.”
“Now?” Song asked incredulously. “What the hell are you doing, Enlai? We are on assignment.”
“Do what you need to do, Song,” Enlai said, before picking up his suitcase. “I will return in three days.”
Enlai flew to the Colorado immediately. Once there he rented a car and began driving south, with no direction, just knowing he had to get to Santa Fe, urgently.
He drove without stopping for four hours until he had to stop to refill the tank, using cash at an old mom and pop store with no security cameras. From there, he continued until he turned on a deserted Santa Fe highway, driving without aimlessly but there was something leading him without words, without thought. He had to go.
He drove for two more hours, before he looked up from his car, there were vultures high in the sky circling something off road, he took the faint trail until his car could not go any further, pulling off his suit jacket and tie in the desert heat. He ran through the dry underbrush, ignoring all reason until he stumbled down the side of a dry hill, skidding to a stop and finding her.
She lay peaceful, still, not a scratch or mar upon her, there was a snake two feet from her heel that he kicked so hard it sailed nearly twenty feet in the air before hitting a sharp rock, stunned. The few ravens that had been next to she flew upon his movements. He didn’t know how long that she had been there, only that it had
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