Morning ritual was nothing new to Samson for he was drilled with it months earlier in military life. For seventeen grueling weeks he was taught the ways of an FBI agent from working files in the office to field training. He did not have to be taught hand-to-hand combat for there were none close to his mastery of the martial arts opting for more training in lab and tracking techniques. Samson employed the study of many case histories and use of trace evidence as a means of detection of how a crime was committed and apprehension of suspect. The FBI Trace Evidence Unit follows the following criteria in the lab as taken from the FBI Handbook of Forensic Services:
The Trace Evidence Unit identifies and compares specific types of trace materials that could be transferred during the commission of a violent crime. These trace materials include human hairs, animal hairs, textile fibers and fabric, ropes, feathers, and wood. The physical contact between a suspect and a victim can result in the transfer of trace materials such as hairs and fibers. The identification and comparison of these materials can often link a suspect to a crime scene or to physical contact with another individual. Torn pieces of fabric can be positively associated to a damaged garment, and broken pieces of wood can be positively fit together. Odontology(forensic dentistry) and physical anthropology (skeletal remains) examinations are also performed. These examinations are conducted to assist in the identification of human remains.
The Unit maintains reference collections of human animal hairs, natural and man-made textile fibers, fabrics, feathers, woods and seeds.
Samson utilized the lab for his research and investigation of many projects and became very proficient in skill. The last was his display of skills in ‘Hogan’s Alley’ a full-scale town used for practice of real life situations from bank robberies to hostage situations.
Actors from a contracting company provides role players to confront new training agents and portray various villains in order to create real life situations and prompt spontaneous reactions to a real live population of people. There are Special Agents who supervise the evaluation of New Agents as to their response time and correctness to the situation.
The situation was hostages held by terrorists in a complex with the mandate given if Samson’s FBI partner was not handed over within 5 minutes, a hostage would be shot every minute until he was brought before the leader to be executed.
Neither Samson nor Nikolai were giving into demands pondered over their next move. A shot ran out followed by terse words “the first hostage gave his life for you, will there be another having the same fate? How many more before he is handed over?”
Nikolai moved by the sudden turn of events shouted, “I’m coming out, prepare to release the hostages!” The terrorists, three of them with five hostages marched out of the complex for the exchange. The leader of the cell barked, “No sudden moves or these people will be history. Bring a vehicle on the double before the exchange and we will release them.”
Samson volunteered to drive the vehicle and made haste to the designated exchange spot. Samson exited the vehicle and waited until the exchange and then fired two shots that put the flanking terrorist out of action but the third had Nikolai in front of him blocking a clean shot. A routine played by all agents when one has his back to a terrorist is to drop low on the unseen signal while the active agent take the terrorist out.
Nikolai dropped to the ground as Samson’s paint gun splatter yellow paint on the forehead of the acting terrorist.
The actor did not play dead as suspected but came alive with real gunfire shooting Nikolai advancing toward Samson.
Perplexed, Samson spoke excitedly, “Man, this is only play acting and not real. Put your gun down and chill.”
The actor looking deadly replied, “Who said I was playacting? I am as real as can get,” as he fired his weapon wounding Samson in his side.
Samson tumbled and rolled as another shot rang out with Samson finding a measure of safety behind the getaway car. “Who are you and why are you trying to kill me?”
“I am the nightmare from the Cult of Dehutu coming to claim the life of one who seemingly got away. No one escapes the wrath of Dehutu.”
Samson could hardly believe what was happening. The Cult had followed him to FBI headquarters and camp to make a hit on him. They were as dangerous as they come to come within a secure complex to make a hit openly. He had to think quickly or he was dead.
He picked up a rock and threw it breaking a pane out of a window to distract the killer and at the same time catapulted across the top of the car throwing a punch that graze his chin but did not knock him out. The killer fire another shot that penetrated Samson’s boot crippling him but with one last-ditch effort lunged with a clothesline bringing him to the ground wrenching his gun from his hand.
Samson’s first impulse was to kill him but this was supposed to be practice not real life. He would have to be interrogated later of just how he infiltrated the company and how did he come to have a real weapon?
The instructor and other agents ran to assess the situation encouraging the killer to be locked up for later interrogation as Samson and Nikolai were prepared to be taken to the hospital.
Samson spoke into the ear of the tattooed assassin, “The Cult of Dehutu has to do better than send one man after me. You are lucky I am in training or you would not hear what I am saying for you would be preparing to meet your God Dehutu in hell.”
“There are others to fill in where I left off. It is not over,” as maniacal laughter blasted the air.
“I pledge to you that I will destroy the Cult of Dehutu and you right along with it, do you understand me?” Samson said with a look of determination and finality in the statement.
“I understand your days are numbered. I don’t care how many you destroy another head will grow,” the assassin said with a wild look on his face.
“Then I’ll kill the root so nothing will grow. Take this piece of crap out of here,” Samson implored the arresting officer, while the medical assistant attended him.
DeBeers made his presence felt as people made way for him to investigate the scene. With a British sneer and look of disdain at the would be killer, he smacked his gloves in the palm of his hands and said to him, “you are in the wrong hands now my good fellow. Make sure you prepare him for me when I return to quarters.”
Marching like a soldier over to Samson and Nikolai, He addressed Sampson. “Seems like you made the grade real quickly by taking a bullet. You on my orders are now an official FBI agent. Of course you will have to be formally sworn in after graduation from the FBI academy. Bravo, make us proud.”
The scene was cleared as Samson and Nikolai were taken for medical treatment and in two weeks both graduated at top of their class as FBI agents.