Zeus and Io - Book 3
Copyright© 2014 by Harry Carton
Chapter 2: 5225 HQ
Meoldy A. clicked off the monitor on her 'source' – a dying man kept alive on glucose and vitamins pumped in to his right arm, and slowly killed by a toxic cocktail of psychotropic drugs of Melody's formulation that induced him to have visions of the future. His sole task in recent months has been to find and isolate his replacement as Melody's 'source.' Lately, he's been rattling on about the Indians, and coming to Washington. Probably it's baseball again. Peter was a big baseball fan, and she was always getting hot tips on games. But maybe ... just maybe...
She pushed a button and Alpha One came in.
"Yeah?" he said. It aggravated her that he didn't maintain proper respect and discipline, but he was her best agent. He was almost clairvoyant in his ability to guess where a target was going to be, once he was in a tactical situation. Almost. He was also the only person who'd actually seen the Gold Target, the man who was to be her next 'source'.
The man in her basement medical suite – or torture suite, if you must be crude about it – had said he was a wet-back, a Mexican American, who was a former SEAL NCO, and had 'no body' – or maybe it was 'nobody.' Alpha One's description said he was Anglo and he definitely had a woman. A good looking woman too, from what he'd seen of her tied in the chair in Rhode Island. On the small side, for Alpha One's taste, but she was a nice package. It would have to have been in the middle of Hurricane Sandy.
Neither could know that the person they were tracking was indeed Mexican American, only the clairvoyant person was a disembodied entity that lived in Zeus' brain.
"The Gold Target," Melody said, "could be coming to D.C. Although what that distraction is about the Indians I don't know."
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