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An espionage thriller

Splinter in the Night

Jack Wallins, a tall, clean cut man, dressed in a crisp
new linen suit, walked through the front door into the
Washington D.C. Library of Congress. He checked in by
signing his name in the visitors book, and the secretary
printed out a name tag and handed it to him. Judy logged the
time and said, "Have a nice day Mr. Crawford."

Jack continued to walk through the foyer down the main
hall. Huge six foot chandeliers hung on each section of the
trey ceiling. The illumination of the room was due to the
shine of the lights on the marble floor, intensified the
brass trim highlighting. Off of this hall, were about thirty
doors, each with a name plate on it. Many plates had a
person's name on it, while others had department and
maintenance names. Most of the doors are equipped with bolt
locks, but some just had the lock that came with the
doorknob. Jack headed for the door marked "Storage #3".
This door was equipped with an electric lock controlled by a
security code key-pad located under the doorknob.
Jack looked around to make sure no one was looking, and
he punched in the eight digit security code. The security
pad beeped and the red light located above the key-pad turned
green. Jack heard an electrical surging noise followed by a
soft click. He turned the doorknob and walked in. Jack shut
the door softly but firmly, making sure the door closed all
the way and it was securely fastened back into its locked
position.
Jack was now in a small grey hallway. At the
termination point of the hallway was an elevator. This
elevator went to each floor in the building, provided you had
the access key or code. In addition to going up, this
elevator would go down to floors underneath the building.
Gazing at the control panel, Jack selected the fifth
floor from the bottom, Sub-Level 7. He reached into his left
pocket and pulled out a massive set of keys. Not remembering
which key went where, Jack fumbled through his keys looking
for the gold plated one. He found it and slipped in into the
slot, turning it. The elevator started moving downwards.
The elevator stopped with a ding, and Jack stepped out
into what looked like a totally different building. The room
he was in must have been three stories high. About where a
second story should be, there was a balcony with offices off
of it. Jack went up a set of stairs onto the balcony and
entered an office. This was the office of Mr. Robert E.
Fulcrum. Mr. Fulcrum was the head of field operations for
the company Jack works for.
Mr. Fulcrum and Jack talked briefly. After the
conversation, Jack was handed a manila envelope. Jack
proceeded back upstairs to the Library of Congress building
then exited to the street. He walked to his car and drove to
1149 Rayson Avenue. After exiting his car, Jack walked into
his house and went into his office.
Jack opened the envelope and spewed out its contents on
the desk. There was a set of pictures, papers, and a
computer disk. The papers indicated that Jack was to deliver
the disk overseas to a man named Zolt Hobergloth in
Czechoslovakia. The pictures were of a building and
surrounding streets of the drop off point. This was an
intelligence mission, and only five people knew about it.
Jack would have to sneak into Czechoslovakia, break into the
building, drop the disk off, break back out, and then get
back into the country within forty-eight hours after
departure. This was not the hardest mission Jack had ever
been on, but the complication of not being able to be seen
made this mission rank up with some of the extremely
difficult ones.
Jack took an envelope out of his pocket and pulled out a
passport, identification, and wallet. He then proceeded to
pack a set of clothes along with some necessary tools. Jack
replaced his wallet with the one in the envelope, and put the
passport in his pocket.
Once Jack was at the airport, he sneaked through the
luggage terminal and onto the runway. Jack was wearing an
airline baggage employee uniform. It was easy for him to
blend into the luggage crew. People were being hired and
fired everyday. It was a continuous cycle. As Jack
approached the runway, a security guard stopped him.
"You are suppose to wear your identification all the
time. That is how we know if some of the workers are
terrorist or something. Go put your badge on."
"Yes, sir," muttered Jack looking down at the ground
trying to keep the guard from being able to identify him.
The matter of an identification did not slow things down. On
the contrary, Jack looked forward to punching someone out for
their badge. Jack took to his plan. Someone's jaw is going
to hurt in the morning. Jack continued to walk back out and
flicked his name tag at the guard he had an earlier
confrontation with.
"That's better," said the security guard. Jack went to
the 747 bound for Czechoslovakia and helped throw the bags
in. On purpose, he threw the bag he was carrying too far
into the plane. He told one of the other workers he would go
get it and put it in the right place. Once Jack was in the
cargo area of the plane and out of sight, he went through a
tunnel that led to the back of the coach section. Once Jack
was there, he quickly entered the bathroom where he pulled
off his jump suit and changed into a business suit. Jack
waited until he felt the plane taxi, then he stepped out to
find an empty seat. Jack leaned back and enjoyed the ride.
Upon decent into Czechoslovakia, Jack started getting
ready to hop back into the bathroom to change back into his
baggage claim uniform. Going through customs would not be a
good idea since he was not suppose to be seen. The passport
and identity were given to him just in case they were needed.
Jack went through the luggage compartment back onto the
runway. The only error in this plan would be that it would
appear that there was an American working at a
Czechoslovakian airport. There were fifteen minutes left in
the flight, so Jack had plenty of time to think.
"This is your Captain speaking. We are circling over
the downtown Czechoslovakian airport. We will be landing
momentarily. Please fasten your seat belts, and return your
trays to the upright, and locked positions. Thank you for
flying Delta, and we hope you have a pleasant stay. The
current temperature is 67 degrees." Immediately after Jack
heard this, he got up and went into the bathroom. There he
changed back into the uniform and waited for the plane to
stop.
When the plane stopped, Jack stepped back into the
baggage section and put bags on the conveyor belts that were
already running. Jack went down the ladder to the runway and
walked toward the terminal. Jack was spotted by a
Czechoslovakian security guard and pulled over to the side.
The guard asked what he was doing there. Jack replied in a
heavy New Jersey accent, "Delta has a new policy. All
overseas flights should be accompanied by an American
supervisor to supervise the operation of baggage handling
assuring it is fulfilled in a neat and orderly manner. I'm
sure headquarters sent your boss a memo."
The officer replied, "If my superior was notified of
these changes, it would have been reported to all personnel.
I have not received any word of this."
"That's great. I don't believe this! Now, I suppose
you are going to want me to come down to your little office
and talk to your boss. This is just great! Then, you're
going to want me to fill out a mile high stack of forms for
licenses and permits, that you people should have gotten
filled out already! After that, when I get back, I'm going
to have to fill out another mile high stack of papers
concerning international licensing and permitting, overseas
decision making without proper authorization, expenses for
international licensing and permitting, plus I will have to
give a detailed verbal report to my boss. This is great,
just great! I do not get paid to do this kind of stuff. I
get paid as a supervisor, not a secretary and international
diplomat--." Jack suddenly stopped and punched the security
guard in the mouth. Jack caught the guard as he fell and put
him in a luggage truck that seemed to be broken down. Since
the purpose was not to be seen by anyone, this sure did break
that rule. If Jack killed him, the body would have to be
disposed of, and there would be a lot of questions going
around, especially if he was a high ranking official. The
only alternative Jack had was to tranquilize this person, and
hope that no one found him. Jack pulled out a syringe and
bottle of tranquilizer from his bag, and gave the guard a
double dosage. This was good for at least nine hours. It
will give him a good nights sleep, as long as it has been
at least three hours since he last ate.
Jack took the uniform off of the security guard, and
exchanged it with his own. Now Jack had access to all the
security controls and files. This might prove useful in
getting to the building. First, Jack needed to get out of
this airport. He looked around and spotted a security patrol
cart. This cart looked like a golf cart, except it said
"Airport Police" in Czechoslovakian on the side. Jack walked
over to it in an authoritative stance and sat in the driver's
seat. The previous guard started walking toward it, but when
he saw the uniform he quickly backed off. Jack took off and
headed towards the outside gate.
Once he arrived there, he needed a faster mode of
transportation. Jack new how to speak Czechoslovakian, but
he did not have the accent down pat. He might be able to
pass it off as a cold, but that has never worked before.
Jack pulled up at the gate and told the guard that he was
feeling sick and that he needed some transportation. The
guard found a car to transport him, but the guard insisted
that someone drive him there. Jack refused, and played as
though he was getting angry, so the guard let him drive.
Jack drove through town and stopped at a public bathroom.
When Jack stepped in, all the people in there stepped out.
Jack changed into his suit and went back to his car.
From here, Jack drove to a hotel and checked in. This
hotel room was already reserved under a Mr. & Mrs. Mark
Pellet. The Czechoslovakian government only let these people
in because they were suppose to be reporters writing an
article on the standard of living. This cover would give the
hotel a little edge on the government side due to the fact
that the government thought there were reporters here to
write about the country.
Jack was feeling the fatigue from his trip. He had been
gone about ten hours, which left him with thirty-eight hours
to complete his plan. Jack decided that an eight hour sleep
would not do him any harm, so he fell on the bed and went to
sleep.
Jack woke up at two in the morning, dressed into his
jump suit, and loaded his tools into the various pockets.
The disk was in a pocket on his back. This pocket was put
there so he could transport papers and other media without it
getting too bent up. Jack was ready. He went outside and
got in the car that was given to him at the airport.
On the flight over, Jack had researched the route he
would go to take to get over to the building. Jack pulled a
note pad from his knee pocket and opened it up. This was a
map of the route he was going to take. It would take about
five minutes to get there. Jack was on his way.
When he got there, he circled the building three or four
times. Jack parked the car across the street and headed for
the building. Swiftly he climbed up the outside wall to the
second story via the gutters. The gutters were not very
stable; therefore, climbing any higher would not be a good
idea. Unless, of course, you like the idea of your head
hitting the cement at thirty miles an hour.
Each window of this building had a little terrace type
ledge. It was not meant to be stood on, but Jack improvised.
The window was locked, and it looked like double pane leaded
glass. Jack would have just opened the window but the glass
had a metal strip running along the edge from the inside.
Jack new that this meant this building had an alarm system.
To top it all off, the windows were wired also. Jack reached
down into his shin pocket and pulled out a glass cutter.
Someone is going to know that somebody was here, but it will
be too late when they find out.
The security system that was in there was out dated. It
was not as sensitive as it should be. The magnetic tape that
is in the window now will only detect a break. Since cutting
with the glass cutter provides a smooth cutting edge, there
will not be a lot of trauma; therefore, he can cut the glass
without shattering it. This will enable Jack to get through
the window without the alarm going off. If Jack breaks the
window on the way in, that will be the end of his career.
The Czechoslovakians do not like people breaking into their
buildings.
Jack took the glass cutter and cut a big slice out of
the window. He grabbed the top of the window and then in one
quick swoop, jumped up, pivoted on his hands, and slipped
through the hole feet first. Once his feet were through, he
immediately arched his back and let go of the window. He
barley missed the glass with his chin. Jack hit the hardwood
floor and rolled thus keeping the energy from transferring
into the floor and making a loud noise.
As soon as he stopped rolling he stayed perfectly still.
Flat on his stomach, Jack looked around and surveyed
everything. He was in a big room, possible a conference
room, that had judge's paneling on the walls. It appeared
that the whole building had hardwood floors. The building
looked a couple of decades old. About five feet in front of
Jack was a hallway. It would be pitch black in there if it
wasn't for the florescent night light at the end of the hall.
Jack pulled out a map from his back pocket, and a
flashlight from his arm. He put the flashlight in his teeth
as he shined it on the map. The map showed him that he only
had to go out to the hallway and into an office. "This is
turning out to be an easy operation," Jack thought to
himself. He turned the light off and replaced it and the map
back to their places. Jack was about to enter into a
corridor through the door jam, when he noticed a little hump
in the floor where the door jam entered the hallway. This
indicated there could be a pressure plate there. If Jack put
any pressure on this surface it could sound an alarm and it
would be all over.
It would not be a problem to get by this small obstacle.
Jack did not notice the infrared beam that was going across
the door at about waist level. Jack jumped over the hump;
therefore, cutting the beam. It did not make a siren sound,
or any other warning. Jack did not know what he had done.
He continued to walk down the hall, and into an office. The
door was open to this office, and Jack did not spot any
motion detectors or other security materials anywhere in the
room, so he headed in.
This was a small room, about the size of a station wagon
in width and length. In the middle was a desk, and there
were file cabinets all around the room. Jack's orders were
to place the disk on the desk, and leave the same way he
came. As Jack approached the desk, the hard wood floors
creaked. He threw the disk down on the desk.
As soon as the disk hit the desk, the desk exploded with
a muffled bang. The explosion sent little splinters of wood
flying around the room. Jack's jump suit protected him from
some of the splinters, but his face was not covered. Jack
was hit severely and he new he would not survive. He dragged
himself over to one of the cabinets.
He pulled out a little box, about the size of a the box
rings come in, which had a small button on it covered by a
hard plastic shield. Jack hoped that this file cabinet had
some important papers in it. Jack flipped the plastic cover
up, and the button began to flash red. He tightened his
fists around the box with all the strength he had left, and
pressed the button. Jack was suddenly engulfed in a blaze of
fire. The whole room went up in smoke in a matter of
seconds. The building was engulfed in a massive fire ball.
It took the Czechoslovakian fire department two days to
put out the fire. Only the bottom floor was left standing.
The disk, was destroyed along with a great agent: Jack
Wallins. After a full investigation of the fire, the
Czechoslovakian Government found that the fire was a result
of arson.
About a week later, in America, Mr. Fulcrum received a
phone call from the Secretary of State asking him if he had
any field officers in Czechoslovakia. Mr. Fulcrum replied
no. Jack Wallins was presumed dead since he did not return
in forty-eight hours.
Another death in Jack's field of work goes down in the
books. A picture of Jack, along with his outstanding
achievements and operations, as long as they were not
classified, was hung up in the Library of Congress next to
all the other deceased politicians and agents. Another
hollow loss for our world. Time goes on in the United States
of America.
 
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