Agent Hill: Powerless

by James Hunt

  Finally, after they were finished, they put a mirror in front of him, and he was able to get a look at himself for the first time in he didn’t know how long. Stitches lined the left side of his cheek and his forehead. His arm was wrapped and bandaged, and his left eye was bruised but no longer swollen. For a moment, Ben didn’t recognize his face, recoiling from the image shown. Then, slowly, he leaned in closer, bringing his hand to the bandaged cuts on his face and neck. After he was done, he took a moment to examine his surroundings.

  It was similar to the torture chamber in which he was beaten and not allowed to see his children. A chill ran up his spine, the Pavlovian response triggered in anticipation of the potential for pain. When the door opened, Ben turned his head away.

  “Mr. Hill, I hope you’re feeling better.”

  Ben slowly turned to face the voice, opening his eyes at the same time. His memory was blurred, but he knew the man standing in front of him at that moment wasn’t the same man from before. He was much shorter. He walked to Ben slowly and extended his hand, which Ben did not take.

  “I can understand your hesitation, Mr. Hill.”

  Ben attempted to move his lips, but no sound would come from them. The man reached for a bottle of water and extended it to Ben, who let it linger in midair between them, watching the condensation from the bottle drip onto the carpet below and the large ruby-studded ring around the man’s finger.

  “It’s not a trick.”

  Ben reached out his hand slowly, taking the water bottle. His weak fingers were barely able to squeeze the cap off. The water burned his lips when he brought the rim to his mouth, but the cool wetness awakened a thirst he didn’t realize he had. He greedily gulped the water, the plastic bottle crinkling and the water level lowering until Ben choked, spilling some of the precious liquid to the floor. He wiped his mouth and caught his breath.

  “It’s all right,” the man said. “There’s plenty more where that came from.”

  With his throat newly hydrated, Ben found the words he had been unable to speak earlier. “M-my family. W-where’s my f-family?”

  Ben could tell the man did his best to offer a sympathetic hand, but the forced lines of empathy only accentuated the farce across his face.

  “I know you must be worried about them. Would you like to see them?”

  Ben nodded. The man reached into his pocket and pulled out a phone. He played around on the screen for a bit and then handed the device to Ben. A live video feed of both his children playing popped up on the monitor, and a slow sob escaped him. He traced the outlines of their faces with his fingertip, smiling.

  “They’re totally healthy and completely safe,” the man said. “Although they do miss their father.”

  “My w-wife,” Ben said. “Where’s B-Becca?”

  “We’ll get to her in a minute.” The man snatched his phone back and stuffed it into his pocket. “I’m going to make you a deal, Ben. I’m going to ask you some questions, and if I like what I hear, then I will let you go back to your children right now. They’re only a couple rooms down, still playing with those toys you saw.”

  “What do you want?”

  The man scooted his chair closer to Ben, who recoiled slightly from the new, more intimate distance between them. The man leaned forward, his voice soft when he spoke. “I need to know everything about your sister. What she does in her spare time, what type of foods she likes to eat, her pet peeves, her interests, her fears, what she was like as a child—anything and everything you know about her.”

  “Why? Why are you doing this? What did Sarah do? What did we do?”

  The man smiled. “You really don’t know, do you?” Ben shook his head. The man stood up and walked around the room a bit as if he was trying to find the right words before he spoke. “Your sister doesn’t work at a packaging company, Ben. She’s a covert agent in what I’ve discovered to be the most secret intelligence agency in the world. They don’t appear to operate within the confines of any government or laws, and they basically do whatever the hell they want to do when they want to do it. I actually kind of admire them for it.”

  Ben knew he was hearing the words, but none of it seemed real. He was trapped in some nightmare, his mind and body begging him to wake up but his consciousness refusing him. “You’re lying.”

  “I know it’s a lot to take in, but think about it. Your sister probably makes up excuses for missing events, telling you something came up. She most likely always comes to your place, and you never go to hers. She has a convenient job where there’s no real office, where you would never think to go and visit her. Ben, your sister is not the person you think she is.”

  All of it was too much. Ben’s mind went back to every conversation, every dinner, every call, text, email, trying to piece together some evidence that the man was lying, but the harder he thought about it, the angrier he became. It wasn’t an anger born of not being able to assimilate the information but a rage grown from the knowledge that this man he’d never met before was right.

  “I need to find her, Ben,” the man said, crouching down in front of him. “It’s important for both me and your family that I find her.”

  “If I answer your questions, I get to see my kids?”

  The man smiled, and Ben could feel the sour wave of disgust wash over his body. Disgust that he was so easily bought, disgust that he believed what the man said about his sister, disgust from the fact that he was betraying his own blood. But in the hierarchy of his mind, Ben’s children took precedence.

  The man took a seat in front of Ben and twirled the ring around his finger. “Tell me what she was like when she was a girl.”

  Chapter 6

  There wasn’t an ear in the entire room that didn’t have a phone glued to it. The chatter from the number of conversations was a constant background noise to everyone’s personal conversation, and everyone did their best to focus on their specific tasks at hand.

  Chancellor Jollenbeck stood at the head of the conference table, where a rotating coterie of advisors provided news from each of their own subordinates, channeling information up the chain of command in order for their leader to determine the next best course of action.

  “Chancellor, the riots in downtown Berlin are still going on, and the police force there is having trouble with containment.”

  “Send in the reserves from the north, and make sure they bring fresh supplies of water and food rations with them,” the chancellor answered. “God knows when they’ll get to go back to their homes.”

  “Chancellor, the utilities in the southwest still haven’t made any progress. They’re saying all the equipment needs to be replaced, from the circuit boards in the facility to the power lines that feed the rest of the area.”

  “They’re going to have to make do with what they’ve got,” the chancellor replied. “Get them in touch with the American engineers—they say that they may have a work-around.”

  It’d been like this for the past six hours. There were too many fires for her staff to put out. She was pulling resources from everywhere in the country. The sagging shoulders and tired eyes that surrounded her weren’t going to last much longer. She grabbed her chief of staff, Alexander, and whispered in his ear, “I want mandatory rest cycles for everyone in this room. If they’ve worked more than ten hours, they go home.”

  “I tried that already, Chancellor. And besides, with the roads the way they are right now, if they went home, they might not be able to make it back.”

  “Then clear out the dining room and set up some cots. We don’t know when all of this is going to end, and the longer our people go without sleep, the sloppier their work will become. That’s something we can’t afford right now.”

  “Yes, Chancellor.”

  While she admired the resiliency of her staff, she knew that adrenaline had a shelf life, and for most of them, it had expired days ago. With one of the staffers telling her about the water shortages in Bavaria, Alexander pushed him out of the way and whisp
ered in her ear.

  A chain reaction of mind-numbing pain rippled through her entire body. “Excuse me, I need to step out for a moment.” The staffer bowed his head, and Andrea quickly followed Alexander out the door and down the hallway. The two stepped in the same hurried stride. “You’re sure about this?”

  “Yes, it just came in a few moments ago. I thought it was a hoax at first. With all the dummy threats that have been coming through over the past week, I didn’t pay much attention to it, but per our protocol, it still went through the screening process. It’s legitimate.”

  Alexander led her into a side room, where a smaller group of individuals with laptops, headphones, and printers sifted through thousands of documents, emails, websites, and articles on anything and everything that could lead them to the source of the entity that had caused the global catastrophe that she was left to deal with. They walked past the team and into a smaller conference room that was empty and separated from the rest of the room. Alexander closed the door behind him and handed her the transcript that the staffer had intercepted. She read the document slowly, carefully, forcing her eyes to go over every word, phrase, and sentence twice. “Bring me the staffer who found this.”

  Alexander opened the door, and a flurry of typing filled the small room. “Finn, in here, now.” A few seconds later, a tall, lanky man with pasty white skin and greasy hair stepped into the room. When he saw that it was the chancellor he was meeting, he did his best to comb the matted mess that was his hair and attempted to tuck in his shirt. “Chancellor,” he said, bowing his head.

  “Where did you get this?” Andrea asked.

  “I’ve been watching any back-channel communication lines, usually reserved for computer hackers using a different layer of the Internet than most ordinary individuals. I found a chat room where a guy was bragging about the fact that he managed to get his hands on some piece of information between China and Russia.”

  “And that’s when he gave you this?” Andrea asked.

  “Well, he didn’t just give it to me—he posted it in the room. I ran an encryption program on it and found that the correspondence had IP addresses in Moscow and Beijing.”

  Andrea lowered the piece of paper onto the desk. “Jesus.” If this was true, if everything the boy was telling her was not some calculated piece of fiction, then she needed to act quickly. “Finn, I want you leading your own team, looking for any other particular rooms in this seedy underground you’ve stumbled upon.”

  “Would I be able to choose my own people, Chancellor?”

  “Yes, bring on whoever you need to get the job done. I want to know what else is out there and who’s saying what.” Finn nodded and left immediately. Andrea turned to Alexander. “I need to speak with the Americans about this immediately to see what they know.”

  ***

  Rick Demps watched the two faces on the dual monitors in front of him with hidden satisfaction. He wanted neither to appear too eager or too desperate, but the fact that he’d managed to get both of them on the call together was quite a feat.

  “Gentlemen, I’m giving you the opportunity to retake control of the world,” Rick said. “It’s just waiting for you to pick it up and run with it.”

  “Your price is very steep, Mr. Demps. And even in the current climate, it is still a risk. How long do you think before the Americans find out? Hm?” the Russian president asked.

  “That’s why time is of the essence,” Rick answered.

  “Your arrogance is a great risk to you. What is stopping us from locating you and taking control of your weapon by force?” the Chinese president asked.

  “Right now, each of your respective intelligence agencies is attempting to break into our server firewall.” Heath entered the room and handed Rick a small piece of scrap paper. “My associate has just informed me that your security efforts have failed.” He dropped the paper, and it floated to his desk. Heath stood behind and to the right of Rick with his arms folded behind his back, staring at the two leaders on the screens. “I have better equipment, better men, and better facilities than either of you do. I’m a very rich man, and that wealth has afforded me nothing but the best.”

  “Lower your utility rates to thirty-five percent,” the Chinese president said.

  “I’ll lower them to forty-five, as long as my company is the main provider of energy for whatever lands you conquer.”

  The Chinese and Russian presidents were silent for a long time before the two of them gave each other a curt nod. Rick clapped his hands together, allowing the first smile of the interaction. “Excellent! Once we have confirmed your deposits, we’ll begin rebooting each of your grids. And may I recommend you have your soldiers in place before that happens? The quicker both of you strike, the likelier you are to achieve success. We’ll be in touch, gentlemen.”

  The screens went blank, and the lights came back on in his office. He turned to Heath, who had retained his stoic presence. “Where are we at with GSF?”

  “The techs have already begun the process of assimilating the information from the hard drives. Most of it was wiped, but we did manage to recover quite a few files on both Europe and Asia.”

  “Anything we can use to help us in our current deal?”

  “Nothing of that significance, but we did manage to track a few of the organization’s safe houses.”

  “Let’s pay them a visit.”

  ***

  The air strip at the Minot, North Dakota, Air Force Base was packed with a line of cargo planes that stretched around the entire length of the taxiway. The massive engines whined as soldiers loaded into the steel bellies. Sarah sat with Bryce on the edge of the tarmac while Mack spoke to one of the commanders, hammering out the details of their flight.

  Bryce fiddled with his fingertips, his knee bouncing nervously. She pushed his shoulder, and he nearly fell over. “What’s the matter with you?”

  “We don’t have anything,” Bryce answered.

  “What are you talking about?”

  The buttons on Bryce’s pants scraped against the asphalt as he shifted his body to face her. “HQ is completely destroyed, we don’t have access to the satellite, and we’re hitching a ride with the U.S. military to Alaska.”

  “Is it the fear-of-flying thing? ’Cause I can tell you those cargo planes are much safer than any commercial flight, and look”—Sarah reached around, stuffed her hand into her pack, pulled out a paper bag, and smiled—“I got you a barf bag.”

  “Sarah,” Bryce said, lowering the barf bag, “I wasn’t able to wipe all the files before we lost connection with the satellite link.”

  “We had all the support agents working on that, Bryce, not just you.”

  “You and I both know that they’re examining our servers and hard drives, trying to get whatever piece of data they can about us. Safe houses, agent profiles, mission documents. Our field agents are out there, waiting for some type of word from us, and if Demps figures out where any of them are, the—”

  “Bryce,” Sarah said, grabbing his hand, “we’ll get everyone back online.” He nodded, and Sarah picked up the barf bag and set it in his lap. “Just in case.”

  Mack walked over with the commander, and Sarah and Bryce rose to their feet.

  “Sarah, Bryce, this is Commander Fryson,” Mack said. “He and I went to basic together.”

  “A long time ago,” Fryson said, shaking both Sarah’s and Bryce’s hands. “Glad to have you on board.”

  “We appreciate the ride,” Bryce said.

  “So, Commander, I bet you have some very interesting stories about Mack from his wild younger days. You know, back when he had hair and he wasn’t so angry, and he probably got busted for some type of ridiculous prank.”

  Fryson laughed. “I probably have one or two stories along those lines.”

  “This is going to be a long flight,” Mack said.

  Chapter 7

  The tires of the massive four-wheel-drive vehicle crushed the freshly layered snow underne
ath, leaving a wake of tracks through the surrounding forest. The camouflaged army Humvee was a loaner from Commander Fryson once they had landed in Anchorage. The flight over had been an interesting one, with Sarah and Bryce learning more about Mack as a younger man, but what was even more interesting was the number of soldiers that had landed with them.

  The only resource the Alaskan wilderness provided at the moment was the oil pipeline, but there wasn’t any way they’d be able to station soldiers along the entire thing. They were here on different orders, ones the commander refused to tell her.

  “How far back did you put this thing?” Bryce asked.

  “Pretty far,” Mack answered, their heads bobbing back and forth on their necks from the rough Alaskan terrain. “I wanted to make sure it didn’t run the risk of someone finding it by accident. No one goes in these parts, not even hunters.”

  “Well, you did a hell of a job, boss,” Sarah said.

  “There,” Mack said, pointing into the distance, and Sarah could see the faint outline of a geometrical square stuck in the middle of the forest’s unrestricted shapes.

  They pulled up and stepped out into the cold, the water vapors from their breath forming small, misty clouds. All three of them were bundled up in winter gear. Sarah checked the temperature gauge on the dashboard before shutting the door. “Well, it’s a crisp one degree outside. But the good news is it only feels like ten degrees.”

  “I can’t feel my face,” Bryce said.

  “Grab the gear out of the back, and keep your eyes peeled,” Mack said. “God knows we haven’t been on our A game lately.”

  Sarah helped Bryce lug the computers through the knee-deep snow. Luckily, her boots had built-in heaters, which cut through the snow drifts like a hot knife through butter. They had to dig out the front door in order to get inside, and an equally cold burst of air greeted their entrance.