BITTER WARNING
By; Speaker Gerald A. Polley.
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Chapter One
T.C.A.I.T.F.
Nathaniel Green was a short, stalky man whose features did not betray his age. He looked far younger than his forty-eight years. His hair was still naturally dark and his eyes still had a twinkle of youth.
People passing him in the hall greeted him warmly, though he was superior to most of them. Almost everyone considered him a friend as well as a co-worker.
He sat down his briefcase and as was his tradition every morning he patted the bronze bust of J. Edgar Hoover on the shelf by his desk. Despite his faults he missed the old Director. For a change there was only a couple of papers for him to glance through. So, for a few moments he leaned back in his chair and thought about that morning nearly twenty-five years ago, when, as a young agent of twenty-three he had been summoned to Hoover's office having no idea why.
The Director had motioned him to a chair without words, and pointed to a file on the coffee table next to it. Nathaniel picked up the file and began to read, as the stone-faced Director continued his paperwork.
The file, in essence, said that there were millions of alien souls on Earth that were in the process of taking on human form. That they intended, in time, to take over The United States and most other governments of the world, reestablish the political and religious system they had once lived under.
The gist of the report was that nothing could be done to keep this from happening. That the aliens' success was inevitable.
Nathaniel finally sat the file down. The director looked up. "What do you think, Mr. Green?" he asked.
"I think," Nathaniel answered, "that if that report is true, we're in big trouble, sir!"
The Director nodded. "I have never been one, agent," he continued, "to believe that we can do nothing, and in reality I believe these individuals have done us a great service. It is doubtful we would've won the last two wars without their intervention.
I am forming a special task force, Mr. Green, The Counter Alien Infiltration Task Force. The purpose of that Task Force will be to monitor the activities of these individuals and to, as long as possible, keep their activities from being well known to the public. To as long as we can, protect our own culture, and, our own society.
I wish you to head that Task Force, Mr. Green. You will have the pick of all the federal agencies to man your unit, not just those of the Bureau, but anyone you feel fit to recruit.
Of course you are to keep your operations totally secret. Only three others besides myself know that file exists....the President, The Commander Of The Joint Chiefs Of Staff, and The Chief Justice. And as long as possible we will keep others from finding out about this situation.
You will have the full resources of The Bureau, The Agency, and, the military at your disposal. Will you accept the assignment, agent?"
Nathaniel was dumbfounded. "May I ask, sir," he finally managed, "why I was selected? There are many senior agents that should be given such an assignment."
The Director sat back and smiled. "You have an excellent character, agent," he answered. "You are honest to a fault. These people have powerful protectors; beings they call Lords Of Light. They have incredible Powers but they cannot touch an honest man, a just man, an honorable man. These are factors you are to take into consideration when choosing your agents. You were picked, sir, because you have all of these qualities in abundance."
Nathaniel swallowed and blushed. "may I ask, sir, how we obtained this information?"
The Director sat upright again. "No, you may not!" he answered. "That is on a need to know basis. Just be sure that you understand it is ALL accurate."
"Yes, sir!" Nathaniel snapped. "When shall I begin recruiting, sir?"
"As soon as you reach your office," the Director answered, "and can begin calling those in the files on your desk for interviews. You may leave now, agent."
Nathaniel rose, took a couple of steps forward, and extended his hand. The Director smiled, rose, reached over the desk and took it. "I'll not tell you to do a good job," he remarked, "I KNOW you will. But I wish you luck, Mr. Green, I wish I was a younger man, as I feel you're going to have some interesting times!"
Nathaniel returned the smile, and hurried to his office. His thoughts returned to it now in 1995.
"You were sure right, Mr. Director!" he muttered, "You were sure right!"
There was a tap on the door and he called out "Come in!"