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Date Posted: 19:43:22 12/12/01 Wed
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's message, "Sometimes the Dragons Are Real" on 18:37:45 12/12/01 Wed
Sometimes the Dragons Are Real, Chapter 3
Little did I know that mere seconds after the gunfire erupted, the situation that Rene
and I found ourselves in was being relayed to old Cold-Eyes herself, or as she had
told me her name, Madeline.
The man in the blue pickup, whose name was Cooper, was speaking urgently into his
cell phone outside the bank. He decided that the gunfire he had heard and the arrival
of several police cars in the street outside the bank merited the call to Madeline,
seeing as how the woman and the kid he was supposed to be shadowing were still
inside the bank when all hell broke loose.
“No, you get her on the phone now!! I don’t care what kind of meeting she is in. Get
her NOW!!” he shouted into the phone as he fervently hoped that there was not a
white room with his name on it back at Section One.
Madeline’s voice came on the line. “This had better be important, Cooper!” she said
in her always-cool tone. “What is it that you have to report?”
Cooper quickly related to Madeline that he had been watching the woman, Grace
King, and her son, Rene, just as he had been ordered. “They went into a bank and I
waited for them to come out. As I was waiting, I saw three men in long coats go into
the bank. They looked suspicious, but that wasn’t my job, to watch for possible
bank robbers, now was it.”
“Get on with it,” Madeline snapped, a vague feeling of unrest starting to seep into her
mind.
“Well, in a few minutes, someone inside started shooting and I saw a body hit the
floor inside the lobby close to the front door. The woman and kid never came out.
They are trapped inside with the other hostages. What do you want me to do?”
Cooper asked nervously.
Madeline closed her eyes and rubbed her forehead and eyes with her left hand while
still holding the phone in her right hand. “Hold your position. I’ll need your intel
later.” She swiftly disconnected from Cooper and punched a button on her intercom.
“Birkoff, tell Walter I need to see him now. Oh, and Birkoff, Michael is on his way
back from South America, isn’t he? Find out his position right now and find out what
his ETA would be if his plane was diverted to the military base in Fort Worth, Texas.
Get back to me ASAP with that information, please.” Madeline punched the button to
disconnect and leaned back in her chair to think. The good news was that Operations
was in Brussels and was not expected back for four days, everything else was bad
news.
Sometimes The Dragons Are Real, Chapter 4
The door to Madeline’s office whooshed open to reveal an impatient Walter, dressed
as usual in bandanna, tie-dyed T-shirt and jeans.
“Okay, Madeline, I’m here. What do you want? You sure have got Birkoff rattled with
the way you told him that you wanted to see me and why do you want to reroute
Michael’s plane to Texas?”
“Sit down, Walter.” She glared at him until he took a seat in front of her desk. “You
know a woman named Grace King, don’t you?
His eyes narrowed. “Sure, I know Gracie.....” He took a deep breath, preparing
himself for the bad news he saw in Madeline’s brown eyes. “What has happened to
Gracie?” he asked quietly.
“Grace has been taken hostage in a bank robbery along with her son and several
others.” she began.
“Wait just a minute! Gracie doesn’t have a son....!” he sputtered. “Where is she?!”
“Settle down, Walter,” Madeline said trying to calm Walter. “She has an adopted son.
After the last time you saw her, I approached her with a proposition to get her out of
Michael’s life. I arranged for her to adopt Rene and move to Texas.” Madeline
watched as Walter dropped back into the chair from which he had risen as she had
delivered this astonishing information. She even smiled one of her snide little smiles
as Walter’s jaw also dropped open in shock and disgust at this news.
“Madeline,” he said when he had regained his composure, “ I didn’t think even you
could sink so low. You know how much that little boy meant to Michael. How could
you do that to him and Simone, to let them believe Rene was dead!” Madeline
watched Walter’s face as the pieces suddenly started to drop into place and the look
of shock on his face deepened.
But, but...Simone saw the car hit him...She wouldn’t do that to Michael, she couldn’t.”
Walter slumped into the chair with a defeated droop to his shoulders, and listened as
Madeline explained the rest of the story to him.
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