Chapter 3: The Intruder
Elena tried in vain to free herself from the intruder’s grasp. As soon as she stopped struggling, he showed her a piece of paper on which were written the following words: “I mean you no harm, but we can’t talk here. I have information about your father.”
As soon as she read it, the man let go of her. Elena turned around to face him. He was tall, muscular, probably in his forties. He was still quite handsome. To her surprise, he didn’t look cold nor unscrupulous. There was softness in his expression that quickly put her at ease. When he saw that her fear was gone, he motioned for her to follow him.
What do I do? This could be a trap… Yet he doesn’t look scary to me. If he wanted to hurt me he would have already done it. Plus, I can’t chase away my only lead. I have to trust him.
They got out of her apartment and into his car, but he still didn’t let her speak. It wasn’t until they entered an abandoned warehouse that she finally retrieved her voice.
-Sorry about that. I know this isn’t the best way to approach someone, but I couldn’t take any chances.
-Still, you scared the hell out of me! I think you watch too many movies… We were alone at my house; there was no need to come all the way to the middle of nowhere!
-You have no idea what you have stumbled upon by uncovering your past, Elena… I think you should sit down. What I’m about to tell you won’t be easy to hear.
His tone was so concerned and serious that Elena immediately felt uncomfortable.
-Please just tell me what’s going on. All this mystery is really starting to creep me out.
-My name is Jared Wilson. I’m an agent of the National Security Agency.
For a second Elena didn’t know whether she should laugh or not.
NSA? Someone has got to be pulling a really bad joke on me.
She even started to look around to make sure there weren’t any hidden cameras.
The man’s face remained impassive. He must have read her thoughts since he pulled out his badge from his pocket and gave it to her.
She suddenly felt she was in the middle of a real life version of 24.
Now that I think about it, he does have a Jack Bauer look about him.
-You’re not kidding, are you?
-I’m afraid not.
-What was my father mixed up in?
-Are you familiar with what he was researching?
-Yes, camouflage, I was just reading about it a few hours ago.
-Now think about the consequences if such a thing could indeed be discovered. There’s no limit to the powers the ability to make something invisible could give.
-Wait, so you’re telling me that his work actually came through? And that someone got to him to steal it? Who? What happened to him?
Jared’s expression changed at that sentence. It depicted embarrassment, even guilt. He averted his eyes from hers. The powerful NSA agent suddenly looked like a five-year-old boy caught stealing candy. It didn’t take Elena very long to understand what that meant.
-No… It was you? What the hell did you do to him?
Isabelle Jambart, FM