“He has escaped,” said one of the men in black electronically.
“We have his location,” said another in a neutral tone.
“He won’t be safe for long,” said a third in a slightly more varying pitch.
“Order the strike,” said the first, never shifting his gaze.
“We have to wait,” said the third, “The regular occupants are a problem. We don’t need another incident tonight.”
“What will we do?” the second asked, turning his head toward the third.
“We will approach them and allow them to surrender Mr. Roget,” the third replied.
“And if they refuse?” The first asked blankly.
“They won’t,” the third answered.
***
“So, tell me again why we shouldn’t kick you out,” Andy said to the seated man. He was furious at having been awaken for no apparent reason.
“Because they will kill me,” Ted Roget replied honestly.
“Why do ‘they’ want you dead?” Agent Johnson said as he adjusted his necktie.
“I did some work for them once. I . . . saw too much. Now the conspiracy wants to eliminate the threat,” Roget answered, glancing in every direction. Agent Johnson greatly intimidated him. One of the men in black that had come for Ted earlier was almost identical to Johnson.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Andy said after a moment of thought. “What conspiracy? If the supernaturals wants you dead, you have wards and stuff. Bureau 13 would never want you dead. So what ‘conspiracy’ did you work for?”
“The friggin’ Majestic Twelve! Okay?” Roget exclaimed. The fact that Andy kept circling around his chair was unnerving. And that lamp shining in his face was annoying as all get out.
“The who?” Frink said curiously.
Then Bionic seemed to reach his melting point. He lunged at Roget and picked him up by the fabric of his shirt. “Alright, punk, you’re gonna tell us why you really woke us all up or I’m gonna beat the livin’ Hell outta you! Alright?”
Roget practically screamed, “I’m tellin’ the truth! Just ask him!” He nudged his head at Johnson.
Mark didn’t give any reaction.
Bionic glanced at the unmoved agent and clenched his teeth. “You lyin’ little sunnava – ”
“It is true,” Johnson interrupted. “I was created by them. Agent Andy and I encountered them during the Zombie Incident. You yourself flew in one of their black helicopters, or so you claim.”
Bionic grinned. “That’s true. The retards tried to wipe my memory. Hah! Well, my microchips stopped that from happenin’!”
Roget raised an eyebrow to the unusual statement, but Bionic’s glare put him in his place.
“So, if the Majestic 12 are out to get you, why aren’t they burstin’ in here and putting twelve-holes-from-Sunday in your head?” Frink asked. He didn’t know how to properly use slang.
“For one, you guys would cause unnecessary damage, death, and attention. Two, they don’t wanna alert Bureau 13 to their presence,” Ted explained.
The agents looked around at each other. Then Andy asked, “What do you mean?”
Roget sighed. “If they kill you and destroy Bureau technology, other Bureau 13 agents will be alerted. They’ll investigate the conspiracy and probably declare a war. But Bureau 13 itself wouldn’t pose much of a threat to the Majestic 12. No, there’s a much bigger war around.”
Ted paused for suspense. Bionic rolled his eyes at the cheap trick and pointed his gun at Roget’s head. Ted talked immediately. “The Majestic 12 haven’t been around forever. The Illuminati have had control of the events of the world for centuries now. Only recently has another organization come to challenge it’s dominance over the mundane world. When the MJ 12 began to take over the Americas and part of Europe, the Illuminati created a worldwide group of supernatural-fighters under their control.”
“Are you suggesting that the Illuminati control Bureau 13 and we don’t know about it?” Andy asked.
“Did you ever wonder why no agent has ever been to the Bureau 13 headquarters? It’s because the Illuminati run the thing and they don’t want to expose themselves. They tell you guys all sortsa lies and then make you fight their holy war on the supernatural for them.”
“You’re insane!” Frink exclaimed. “It’s just not plausible. They couldn’t trick hundreds of agents nation-wide in to thinking – ”
Ted interrupted, “Already, you’ve spouted two wrong pieces of information. For one, there are thousands of Bureau 13 agents in the U.S. Secondly, the Bureau is worldwide. Sure, they claim to be sister organizations, but the Illuminati control them all. You’re their enforcement arm.”
Johnson spoke up. “If the Illuminati control Bureau 13, then why did they take me in as a member? I am a creation of the Majestic Twelve.”
Roget looked perplexed. “I still don’t know about that. Maybe for tests.”
Then Andy asked, “If the MJ 12 and the Illuminati are enemies, then why isn’t the MJ 12 slaughtering B-13 agents everywhere?”
“Ever hear of the massacre of ‘77?” Roget queried in return. He was referring to a massive loss of Bureau 13 agents in a battle in ‘77. Details were never clear. “That was the MJ 12's work. Now, the MJ 12 just ignore the group of Illuminati-controlled agents. As long as you don’t about the larger conspiracies, you’re seen as harmless, if not helpful.”
“How do you mean?” Bionic asked.
“Well, you guys eliminate supernatural threats. That’s a bonus the them. Hey, where’s Frink?”
“He went to the can,” Andy said. He sighed. “All this secrecy. I honestly didn’t think it would be possible to pull the wool over everyone’s eyes so efficiently.”
“The groups have many contacts in all areas of government and society,” Roget explained further. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat.
Johnson opened his mouth to speak, but a banging from the first floor silenced him.
Someone was knocking at the door.
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