Beyond Green Fields | Book 6 | Red's Diary [ A Post-Apocalyptic Story] by Lecter Adrienne

Author:Lecter, Adrienne [Lecter, Adrienne]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Zombie Apocalypse
Published: 2021-02-08T05:00:00+00:00

Part 4

How did I know that the woman known as Marleen Neeson to most of us was a psychopath? Because that’s how I got to know her, three years before the shit hit the fan.

I’d always been very upfront about my ambitions. The reason I was hitching an ROTC ride in college to major in psychology had always been to qualify for the PSYOPS track. I’d figured that getting the civilian education might give me an edge over the military academy students since I would stand out—and I could always learn more on the job later. I always thought I was uniquely qualified for the job because the human mind deeply fascinated me, yet I had zero intentions of being anyone’s therapist. Both of my parents weren’t too fond of the connotations of my chosen career path, but I thought my father in particular was holding on to hope that I’d realize that reality was a long shot from my dreams, quickly get bored bossing around soldiers, and end up with a relatively cheap education that left me a lot of options after serving my country to my heart’s content. He must have hoped I’d turn to politics eventually, just like my uncle.

Because I’d dropped the right hints around the right people, one of my professors eventually approached me, telling me that he had an acquaintance who was working at the FBI and might get me in contact with a real-life psychopath so I might see for myself what might be in store for me, career-wise. Was I excited? Hell, yeah. So when at the agreed-upon time a young woman in a well-cut, conservative suit was waiting for me, screaming “FBI desk jockey” in everything but an ID badge attached to the lapel of her jacket, I presumed she was the acquaintance in question, come to scope me out first and ask a few questions. With her short, slight frame and witty, sparkling eyes, she was looking downright cute—not what I’d assumed an FBI profiler would be like, but what did I know? She was intelligent and very easy to talk to, charming and warm. It took me all of five minutes to like her, and I spent the remainder of the afternoon having world-changing, mind-bending sex with her before she had to return to Quantico or whatnot. I presumed it was said performance that got her dropping in again for a chat and some coffee, usually after but sometimes before engaging in other activities. That went on for about a month before, while getting dressed, she told me she had a new assignment and was leaving for Europe the next day.

That was the last I’d seen of her until she turned up next to Bree Lewis at the meeting to coordinate the assault on the slaver camp. But it was not the last I’d heard of her… or rather, about her.

For a while, I’d presumed that engaging in sex with her had somehow failed me for the assessment, which was okay for the time being.

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