This story is now on the list to be finished so over the new few weeks, expect a new episode every few days.
The reason why new episodes have been sporadic, there are also other stories to write, and I’m not very good at prioritizing.
But, here we are, a few minutes opened up and it didn’t take long to get back into the groove.
Things are about to get complicated…
Was it all simply a dream?
If I thought the death of O’Connell and the detention of Dobbin and Jennifer was the end of it, I was wrong. Both Monica and Joanne Arrived with several agents and took us back to the sandstone building, separated us, and then subjected us to endless questions.
I sat in the room with a guard outside in case I decided to leave, which I considered after an hour, but just as I was standing up, Monica walked in. If I was to guess at the tactics, she had interviewed Yolanda, and possibly Jan as well before she came to me.
It was a technique we were taught, to know the answers before you ask the questions. But, you had to assume the other people knew what the answers were, and I knew they were not in possession of all the facts.
I was not sure I was in possession of all the facts.
Monica had a file with her, quite large, put it on the desk unopened and then sat down opposite me. I pretended not to watch. I pretended not to care. More lessons from agents who were now dead. I’m not sure what sort of a recommendation that was as to how good they were.
“You seem to have a particular knack for picking up people to help you, Sam. Annoying, and loyal. I need more people like you, Sam. You’ll be pleased to know they had not one bad word to say about you.”
“Hardly a recommendation if you’re going to throw me into a bottomless pit.”
“Interesting idea. I suspect though you would know how to get out of it, or if you didn’t, had some experts hiding somewhere who would come and get you out.”
“Good to know. So, why am I here?”
“Anna is dead, she was killed in the café explosion.”
“I’d agree with you, only the body we pulled out of the café was male, what is believed to be a homeless man who was sheltering in there. The café hadn’t been used for a year, and there were no locks on the back entrances.”
“Yolanda said she saw Anna in the café.”
“Yolanda is no longer sure what she saw. She admits to impersonating her, contacting O’Connell, and selling him the bogus USBs. We recovered the money, less a hundred thousand pounds. She claims she didn’t take any money for herself. There were another 8 USBs all with the same files on them. We recovered the two from Dobbin. The same. He was not very pleased.”
“Was he responsible for killing Severin and Maury, and O’Connell?”
“He says no.”
“She wishes she stayed at MI6 and never got dragged into Dobbin’s fantasy.”
“The notion there are the formulas to create super viruses on the loose?”
“We only had Severin and Maury’s word that was the case. The laboratory where the scientist worked and supposedly created the viruses, refute that any such data had escaped their premises, and better still, had destroyed it when they realised what was happening. I would not put it past them to have arranged for the death of the inventor. If the truth is known, Severin was trying to worm his way back into the fold with a whole end of days scenarios which he manages to save the day. In other words, it’s quite possible the whole exercise was a hoax.”
“With endless dead people.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time. Dead people add credence to a scenario, it helps to sell the notion what they’re saying is true.”
So, the whole affair was simply a situation created by Severin for his own benefit. “Dobbin thinks he was had, like us?”
“Exactly. The trouble is we must take all threats seriously until proven otherwise. So, the upshot of all this is, if you, Jennifer, or Yolanda want a job with the department, let Joanne know and we’ll put you into the program. There’s one coming up next month.”
“And that’s it?”
”O’Connell? Where did he fit into all this? I mean we were following him, he killed three of our surveillance team, and he was obviously spooked about something. And someone was trying to kill him. Dobbin?”
“Dobbin believes he set the whole thing up himself.”
“He had turned the seed of a hox into five million pounds. Why didn’t he abscond with it?”
“He thought he was, with Yolanda. We believe he let her take the money with the intention of killing her and taking it back when he got to London. It’s convoluted but in a way, it makes sense. Yolanda is very lucky to be alive. So are you and Jennifer.”
I shrugged. “Do all your operations end up like this?”
“Mostly. If you decided to join the fold you’ll discover what we do is little more than smoke and mirrors. Sometimes we have a win. Sometimes.” She stood. “I hope you decided to join us.”
With that she left the room, leaving the door open. No threats about spilling secrets, no signing of papers, nothing. Perhaps she believed I wouldn’t tell anyone, but probably more to the point, who would believe me.
Maybe when I woke up tomorrow morning, I will realize it was all just a dream.
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