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Infectis – Chapter ?

March 11, 2018

A wild cat did growl.

“Let’s see, that covers Assange, Snowden, Brown, all the Hammondses, Winner, Lauri Love, Albury, Manning, Sterling, Peltier…

“Oh! Also, besides having all his legal fees paid, Brown should be sent free preview copies of all new console games. As recompense.

“Now on to the organizations… The Asian Dawn movement…wait, they’re like Nazis, right? Yeah, f*** them. Um. But leave BLM alone. Enough already.

“You still there, Johnson?”

Parker had stumbled around long enough. He was fairly certain that Special Agent Johnson—whom Parker had told that he had wanted to speak to the “other one,” resulting in a long pause; apparently FBI wasn’t as familiar with films as one might think—knew that he was full of shit and at this point was stalling.

Guess I won’t have time to get the requirement for CIA, NSA, and FBI to watch Silenced and Internet’s Own Boy in there.

Of course, Parker had made certain the he reiterated to Johnson that he had a bomb to slow them down.

“The device” was comprised of a bunch of road flares, duct tape, and wires. He had had to improvise and buy some things that wouldn’t raise any red flags with FBI and Homeland Security. He only bought a few at each of different auto stores and paid cash each time as well.

“Yeah…we’re working on all that,” came the reply from the other end of the phone.

Yeah, I’m sure Cain will get right on all that.

It was a blatant lie. And the woman sounded distracted by something else.

Parker had intended to stay inside and talk on the lobby phone to her until they came in for him, but decided they were less than a few minutes from sending in SWAT. He also knew no matter what happened, the point would be to silence him and the whistleblower as soon as possible.

He also knew that she probably didn’t have anything proving who her employer was. He hoped she think of something… something related she could use to prove it. There was going to be a lot she-said, he-said.

And how much more unbelievable would it be that she had entered CIA a male and, now on burn notice, left it a female? He imagined the mainstream media attempting to change the subject over and over again, ignoring the extremely illegal things that CIA had been up to.

Not only illegal, but bad for the country. And the world. It was disgusting how so many major news outlets celebrated more war and resulting deaths by parroting whatever they were told.

So it was then he realized it was now or never. He took off the fake bomb and placed it on the lobby tile. He had taken pictures of it, proving it was fake, and saved them in a draft tweet. He opened it and pressed the send button.

It took a very long time to send. Probably, FBI was using a Stingray system to monitor all internet and phone activity. It might appear as if it were sent and actually have been trapped on their computer, and a fake sent confirmation returned back to him.

He laid the unloaded pistol on the tile a few feet from the flares. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and pushed the doors to exit.

He shouted he was coming out.

There was a quick pop and a spray coming from his head as he fell backward on the sidewalk.



From → Infectis, Novels

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