Alexander pulled out his phone and knew exactly who to call. Daisy was an old coworker who was now keeping various mercenary groups secure and safe over the World Wide Web, or least having people under her do that. Wasn’t she a Supervisor Special Agent now? The phone began to buzz, and buzz some more as he awaiting for the other line to pick up.
“Hello, you have reached the Federal Bureau of Investigation Sacramento Office.” The phone spoke in an automated female voice. “For questions or information on the Sacramento Office, press 1. To reach the Intelligence Branch, press 2. To re-“
“Just tell me Cybersecurity already!” Alexander spoke impatiently
“To reach Criminal, Cyber, Response, and Services, press 4.”
Alex hastily pressed 4 on the keypad.
“You have reached the Criminal, Cyber, Response and Services Branch of the Sacramento FBI field office. Please wait while we transfer your call.” Alexander let out a rather long sigh. This is where he used to work for God’s sake! Sacramento was always fully staffed, NOW they had to have people wait? Of course. Maybe he had rose-tinted glasses, but he couldn’t remember others calling in and having to wait long. Worse yet, he had to listen to a repetitive jingle….
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20 minutes. Still listening to that repetitive jingle that plays when on hold. Every few minutes or so, the automated voice would speak, telling Alexander that his call was “very important” and that he “would be attended to.” That was starting to feel like a myth, before a female voice, this time not automated, spoke.
“This is the CCRSB at Sacramento, how May I help you?” The girl spoke, probably in her late 20’s.
“Yes.” Alexander spoke with some speed in his voice. “I’m looking to reach Supervisor Special Agent Daisy Kishida. I have a request for her.”
“And you are?”
“Former SSA myself, I, uh, retired early. I have work experience with Ms. Kishida.”
“Can I get a name, please?”
Alexander thought for a moment, he couldn’t use his actual name, so he had to go for a name Daisy would recognize. He finally thought of an old nickname.
“Uh, Alex B. Kun.”
“Could you spell your surname for me?”
“K-u-n.”
“Thank you, I will look to reach her.”
From there, Alexander had to wait while the woman went to find Daisy, but he wasn’t left on hold. He could here some voices chattering about, some other phones ringing, and then some footsteps.”
“Alexander Bellingham!” Daisy spoke in her high-pitched, enthusiastic voice that was all too familiar to Alexander. “The nicest man I’ve ever known! And, the only sellout . . . . So what can I do for you, Alex-Kun?”
“I, need some information on a factory and a company. It’s in a city called Khabarovsk.”
“Do you work for the Rus-“
“N-No, no! I do, eh, ‘contract’ work.”
“Ok… give me an address and name.” Daisy seemed to grab a pen and paper over the line.
“Uh, 2261 Gruzinisiky Pike, Khabarovsk, Khabarovsk Kari, Russia. The company is Gaidar Green Petrochemicals.”
“And why should I help you?” She asked.
“Umm.. you like me?” Alexander could only mutter.
“Why do you need this info?” Daisy tried to change the subject.
“They’re manufacturing something illegal, and I’ve getting paid to stop it.”
Daisy audibly sighed over the phone. “Only because it’s some kind of sabotage-not because I have feelings for your dumb ass. I’ll get somebody in my team to look into the factory.”
“Thanks Daisy, I knew I could count on you.” Alexander hung up the phone and pumped his fist in glee. He did it! He may have left, but it appears as though the Sacramento branch doesn’t leave former agents behind! Now, time for procurement of equipment.
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