Chapter 2

Chapter 2
 
“Absolutely nothing is going to happen,” Tom reassured his partner, “we’ve been watching this guy and all his buddies for 5 months now plus he’s been watched another 10 months by the other guys before us.”

Tom took a bite of his Top Sirlion. His partner Sean sat in front of him fidgeting and staring down at his Top Sirlion.

“I don’t know man, maybe today he’ll do something and then what are we going to say? Uh, sorry, I was out eating a Top Sirlion steak so I don’t know what happened?! We’ll get fired Tom, Sean said sternly.

“Ha!,” scoffed Tom, “This guy isn’t going to do anything--plus we don’t even know what this guy does, so how can you say he’s going to do something when you yourself don’t even know what it is--what if he already did it...then what? Anyways I already got our stuff filed for this morning, we can vouch for his whereabouts.”

Sean zoned out he was looking blankly at the steak as if under a trance.

Tom looked at Sean. “Sean...Sean--Sean!”

Tom reached over the table, grabbed his shoulder and shook him.

“What? Oh, Sorry Tom, yeah, I know but something doesn’t feel right...I dunno, “ Sean said worried twirling his fork around.

The two men both in their mid 30s in casual clothes sat at the far end of a resturant inside of Springfield Mall in VA in a booth.

“You some kind of Jedi or something?” Tom said with his mouth full of steak and raising his hands up in the air and waving, “You sense a disturbance in the force? ...wait, wait, yes...” Tom leaned to the side and farted loudly multiple times.

“Oh my God, Tom!” Yelled Sean as he stood up.

“Ha! You are a Jedi  man, yeah something was definitely not right--in my bowels!” Tom banged on the table, “...there was a disturbance in my bowels! “

“That’s disgusting--gross man, ugh, did you have sewage for breakfast or something?”

People as far as six tables down looked back and made faces all but one man in an unbutton crisp black suit with an undone black tie. The man cautiously studied the two men making sure they didn’t feel as though they were being watched. He sat there like a lion waiting for  a gazelle. His job was simple but pivotal to the success of what was taking place.
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“You’re sure he’s in there?” asked the man without the briefcase to the elderly man.

“Yes--yes I am sure,” stuttered the elderly man, “I am certain of it.”

The two men in crisp black suits had reached their destination. The briefcase was put down gently on the floor as it was before. The man without the briefcase glared at the elderly man whom stood at the side of the door, the office of a Congressman. The man without the briefcase smiled bluntly at the elderly man.

“Thank You...this never happened, “ he said grimly to the elderly man.

”Oh, yes of course, “ the elderly man replied nervously as he slowly backed away and then hurriedly went out of sight.

The two men now stood there waiting. The man without the briefcase did a perimeter check, he cracked his back, his neck, and finally his jaw. He breathed in deeply and slowly exhaled as he glanced back and nodded to the man with the briefcase.

Inside the office the phone rang and he quickly opened the door. Both men rushed into the office startling the Secretary and File clerk inside.

“Excuse me, excuse me!” yelled the Secretary annonyingly, “He’s not here--you need to make--”

“I have one.” said the man without the briefcase bluntly as both men went through the other door startling the Congressman whom was on the phone with his back turned.

“Who...?”, the Congressman uttered as he turned around to see who had opened the door.

The Congressman froze, his heart was in his throat as he laid his eyes at who was at his door. Nobody moved.

“Sir...”, the Secretary said annonyingly her heels smacking aganist the floor as she came to the door, “I tried to stop them but--”

“...I have an appointment  with them...” the Congressman said nervously almost unsure of what he was saying.

“Oh,” said the Secretary as she went back to her desk.

The man with the briefcase closed the door and stood by it as the man without the briefcase sat in chair across from the Congressman.

The Congressman stood motionless and prostrate with shock as a woman’s voice came out the earpiece of the corded telephone; the woman was agitated.

Seconds went by as the Congressman gaze went from the chair and to the door and back again with both men glaring so intenesly it seemed almost loving.
“I’ll call you back,” the Congressman quickly spoke into the mouthpiece of the corded phone slamming it violently. He began to prespire  at that moment and began to look at his reflection from the desk.

He looked up and was taken away by the intense glaring of the two men. He composed himself, cleared his throat and spoke: “I told you never to come here...” His voice had cracked and all he could lay his eyes on was on the left hand of the man without the briefcase sitting down and holding his hand up in indication to cease from his speaking. At the same time with the his index and middle finger of his right hand together he shaked them signaling the man with the briefcase to come forward.

The Congressman gripped the desk as his eyes became fixed on the briefcase. The man with such gentleness and prowess placed the breifcase horizontally on the Congressman’s desk. At this moment he saw that the man was wearing latex gloves and that seconds before he was not wearing them. The Congressman’s eyes quickly shifted to the man in the chair; he was still yet glaring. He dare not ask the reason for the latex gloves or from whence they had come from.

The man opened the briefcase and placed a slab of paper onto the desk and pushed to the Congressman. The first page was highlighted with instructions. The Congressman read it as if it were one of his many indications written on prescriptions pills but he read it with much more speed. As he read his eyes widen and his breathing became laboured.

He looked up. “...I can’t--,” the Congressman blurted before being transfixed by the hand indicating him to stop from his talking.

The man in the chair got up as the man whom held the briefcase left it on the desk and proceeded to open the door for the man in the chair. They both walked out.

The Congressman was left staring at the slab of paper, he picked up the phone and made a call.