Apocalypse du Jour by Richard Jurmain

Author:Richard Jurmain
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Humor, Thriller, Adventure, Disabled, Technology, Fiction, Science
Publisher: Richard Jurmain
Published: 2019-01-18T00:00:00+00:00

Day 9 - Fort Bragg, North Carolina

At 10:02pm Eastern Time, Dorothy’s jet landed at Pope Airfield, Fort Bragg, North Carolina. The aircraft door opened, the ladder folded down, and the hot, humid night air steamrolled in, along with an annoyed-looking FBI agent. He immediately told Dorothy she would be free to go home soon, after a brief discussion with him and another FBI agent.

Saunders and Doctor Hanson bowed their surprise and respect at Dorothy’s accurate prediction. They wanted to visit further with Dorothy, but the FBI agent asked them to stay in their seats. The jet had been ordered to return them to Durham immediately.

Dorothy’s, Saunders’s, and Hanson’s goodbyes were rushed, but rather more pleasant than their hellos had been. They promised to get together, probably in New York, as soon as practical.

Then the FBI agent drove Dorothy to the office the Army had loaned him. It was on the base a few miles away, not far from the Visiting Officers’ Housing where she had been intended to be imprisoned.

He didn’t speak during the drive except to tell her where they were going.

But he did grind his teeth. And he didn’t so much breath as fume, with an occasional snort like an angry jackass.

When they reached his office, he and a second agent relieved her of her Walmart bag and purse, then said, “It’s not enough that I’ve been jerked around, reassigned and, with no notice, sent to Fort Bragg, the place where sweat goes to die. It’s not enough that my wife and I have shouted at each other for the first time ever, and she wants me to quit the FBI. No, now it’s all called off and I get to go home to a fire-breathing wife in the middle of the night and patch things back together. No, that’s still not enough. That’s not nearly enough. Now your attorney has made the President angry. The President of these fuckin’ United States. Pissed off like the history books have never seen before ...

“But my orders come from the President and I will obey them.

“Your bags, electronics, money, credit cards, and ID are hereby impounded for inspection. They will be returned to you ... eventually. First the electronics will need to be examined. After the examination, the FBI will send you the proper forms to fill out, in triplicate, to request your property. You can expect to receive the forms in the mail within 90 days. Assuming all goes well. Then, assuming you fill out the forms correctly, and processing of the forms goes smoothly, and nothing is misplaced, within the following 90 days ... with luck ... the FBI will tell you where you can pick up your belongings. That might be anywhere in the country, depending on where your belongings will be sent to be examined. I’m told that Guam is a possibility.

“But for now, you are a civilian on this base without proper authorization. And the Commander in Chief has ordered you to get the hell off government property.

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