Sunday, November 13, 2011

Chapter 4

While walking among the hustle and bustle of the Manhattan, I bumped into a guy wearing all black and shades.  He turned around, grabbed me, and shoved me against the wall.
“What’s your problem?!” I yelled as I regained my footing.  I took a defensive stance as I waited for a responce.

He just stood there. Already in a bad mood, I didn’t have time for this guys nonsense.  I gave him a right hook in the jaw.  He staggered to the ground.  There was a trickle of blood dripping from his mouth.

“I said whats your problem?!” I was beginning to think this guy just wanted to instigate a fight.

“You’ll do,” the man said as he stood back up, “Allow me to introduce myself.  My name is Agent Colfer.  I work for the FBI.  I’ve been searching for someone to work for me undercover.  I admit my method of drafting is somewhat unorthodox but I needed to be sure the guy I hired was tough.  I can’t tell you how many times we hired someone who can talk the talk but can’t walk the walk if you know what I mean.  Are you interested?”

What exactly do you have in mind?” I asked.

He explained that I would be in a covert operation in which I would gather information about the SOS terrorist network.  He said that they were planning something big but they were unsure of what exactly.

“Sure. But will I get paid?” I jokingly asked.

“Meet me at the Manhattan Heliport tomorrow at 5:00.  We’ll discuss that later and we’ll give you your first assignment.”  He smiled and began to walk towards the crowd.

“Wait! Before you go.  I go by the name John.  John Doe,” I yelled.

“Noted,” he said as he disappeared.

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