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A Novel, chapter one, continued.
By ROCK-Salt! Art Proctor
Friday, May 19, 2006

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I see a that quite a few have read the beginng, so let's proceed, shall we?.


        From "CIA to Shining C"IA
              Chapter 1---continued.


   Bret awoke, with an angel's face, in his mind's eye.  "Wow, he spoke aloud, that's a beautiful woman, all right" . I need to look her up!
   He'd noticed her, yesterday, as he was leaving the director's office, after the fiasco, with Brad and Joel. She was coming out of the marketing/PR, department. He remembered the beautiful face, and the body to which it was attached, as she passed him in the aisle, and smiled, and blushed, as their eyes met. 
   He'd turned, to watch her go and made a point to himself, to find out more about this alluring lady.
  Janice,  was busy, at her computer, and didn't see him approach. As he came up to her, she noticed him and smiled.    "Hi, handsome, who stepped on your toes?" Oh, just a little Mercedes; say. who was that lady I just saw leaving here? 
   Janice,  a well kept, 63 year, young, receptionist, in the marketing dept;  showed a hint of jealosy, as she secretly had a school girl crush on Bret.
 
 Abigale, somethin or other, she's a consultant, helping to re-write some of the S.O.P."s, for operations. She worked for one of the large Madison avenue firms, and when she started her own, Jim, remembered her work, and hired her. She's  helping with this tedious update, of, standard operating procedures for operations. She'll be back monday, to finish the proofing and editing.
   Do you have one of her cards? Bret asked . 
She brought up the outside contractor's file, and copied, Sheila, Abigale Grant's particulars, and handed it to him.
   You, be a gentlerman, you. She seems like a real nice gal.  "She sure does". 
 He pecked Janice on the cheek, and took the print out with him, as he left the building.
  
   He stepped out of the shower, after starting the coffee, and was heading to get a cup, when the phone rang. He reluctantly answered as he saw Joel's home number on the caller ID.  Hi, Joel, I know, Dick wants me in on Monday, for the  9 am, meeting , right? 
   Aren't you perceptive, this morning?, ya, and he made a big deal of it to Brad and I. You'd better show up. 
No, Joel, I'm not comin in on Monday, or any other day: 'til I figure out, this thing  with Twai and Dang, and the whole mess. I have time comin, you can log it as vacation, sick time or whatever, suits you. If he dosesn't like it, he can always fire me.  I'll be in when,I'm, in. 
    Don't try to call me about this, again, as I'll be gone for a while. Sorry, if that put's you on the spot, but it's your turn to cover, my ass, buddy.  See ya, and, say hi to that lovley bride of
yours.
  With that, he hung up,  refilled his cup, and checked the messages on his answering machine.  Nothin that can't wait, I'm outa here.

He finished his coffee, and somehow, felt like having a beer. He always kept a few micro brews and exotics inb the fridge. He opened a Portland Porter, one, he had flown in from the west, as he loved the texture and  taste. Sipping his brew, he went out to his lounger, on the balcony.
What the hell is going on? he thought. I've had it. I've lost my touch. And where is my soul ?
 I can't seem to get in touch with it.
 
 After 21, years, of faithfully, blindly, at times, following orders; He;d started to question his actions, his motives, and mostly: his, integrity. 
Had his distrust, and subsequent, inaction, cost the lives of his dear friends? Was he losing his edge?
 
 He finished the,  frothy, dark concoction, and decided to leave the other, a crisp lager, from Germany, for another time.

   Sorting his clothes, for the laundry, he came across the printout, Janice had given him, on Sheila Abigale Grant. Maybe he should call her? And say what? I saw you smile and blush, as I passed you in the hall. I just had to call.  No, he would go to her office, and see her in person. He wondered if she'd even remember seeing him. Oh well, no try, no way, succeed.
   The print out showed, she had an office, in the Holt bldg, an old 8 story residence on Jefferson. It  had  recently, been, converted to office spaces. If her walked, he would be there in an hour or so. It's 11:45, now, I wonder if she's there? Propbably, with the editing and proofs, due on Monday, she would be hard at it.
   He unplugged the phone, put on some jeans and tennies, and headed out the door. He'd left his Jeep Cherokee, on the street, and decided to put it in the garage, and was on his way.

As he walked along , he recalled the bloody scene at Dang's and Twai's cottage. The blood everywhere, the ,still, beating hearts, on their kitchen table, the pentagram painted, with, their blood, on the ceiling. One of the worst things he'd ever seen, and the fact that they were friends, made it all the worse. He new, that, Sojung, had, somehow, learned of their identity, and was making a point, with the cruel and satanic nature of his revenge.
   He'd called the local police, but by the time they finally got there, he was long gone, and as distraught and defeated as he'd ever been.        Maybe, it wasn't their heart;s he'd seen.
Maybe, the creep just killed some innocent domestics, or, street people. But, then, why hadn't he heard from Dang or Twai? If they were alive, surely they would contact him. But how? If they were incognito, they would have to keep their heads down.
 
  Oh well ,nothin to do about any of it ,this minute.  I need to think about that pretty lady I'm goin to see. That's what he did, for the next 13 blocks.    

             See you soon with more.  Art   


   


 

 
    


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Reviewed by Birgit and Roger Pratcher 5/19/2006
The story develops at a good pace, questions arise and we are left to wonder....really enjoyed it,
Birgit and Roger
Reviewed by Peter Paton 5/19/2006
Art
A gripping and rivetting story developing at a fast pace here...
Peter
Reviewed by Marguerite Lemoine 5/19/2006
Right at the interesting part, you left us hanging there - for shame Marguerite


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