Soldiers of God (Chapter 8, page 1 of 5)


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Chapter 8

Seattle, Washington, December, 2077, Monday…

Jose nervously drummed his fingers on the old wood desk that looked like it might be from the 1920s. Government offices were often dingy and filled with old furniture as well as overworked and bored people. The FBI was obviously not an exception to that rule.

Got to get those benefits, man. Get me a GS job and I'm set for life. Not a bad reward for being bored. The drumming fingers were a little twisted, scarred and calloused as if they were made at the same time as the desk. Construction work had not been kind to those hands over the years, but it was honest work. He minded his own business and got by the best he could. He was fairly certain that he wasn't in trouble. Yet he couldn't figure what the FBI wanted to talk to him about.

Another dreary day in Seattle that even in the best of times would put me in a foul mood. Why am I here? The fact that he was at FBI HQ when he should have been working made him even more unhappy. He looked at his watch periodically. He worked on a time clock. No time, no pay. And now, waiting for twenty minutes, while the agent who had called him in conferred with his boss, did nothing to improve his spirits. He finally saw the agent working his way back to the desk and sighed a little, relieved.

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