Chapter Nine
Harper And Fields
Agent Green was concerned. Something wasn't right. Something was very, very wrong. He had rushed to Hartford Connecticut, installed himself at the monitoring station there, and sat up a protective screen around their primary subject. But Peterson was not headed this way. The two agents that had rescued him were also headed in a different direction and they seemed to be having too easy a time tracking them. Men who had spent their lives tracking others usually were themselves, very hard to track. Something just wasn't right.
Nathaniel picked up the telephone and called back to Washington. "Give me the supply room!" he snapped. "Gregory," he continued, "this is Nathaniel. You SURE the only thing Harper or Fields have checked out in the last two months are two gas guns and a needle gun?"
The deep voice of the supply master came back somewhat annoyed. "I've TOLD you, Nathaniel, I've checked and double checked. I remember asking them what they wanted with CIA stuff, and they said they were going to use it for training purposes. As far as I know they didn't take any of the dissolving needles, or, gas pellets. So I really didn't think too much of it. But come to think of it, the needles and pellets would be pretty easy for someone with a chemistry set to manufacture. It's the guns that are the real technical job."
"Thanks," Nathaniel snapped. "Sorry to keep bothering you. Something just isn't right. If you should come across anything else get word to me IMMEDIATELY!"
He hung up the phone and the agent at the window called out, "He's leaving, sir! looks like he's making his usual morning run down to the library and the unemployment office. Is this guy really as dangerous as we've been told, sir? I mean, well, sir...I've read his literature. He seems like a nut case, sir. Not too many people take him seriously."
"That will change!" Green answered, "When it starts changing you won't believe how many people will take him seriously. Right now that's the greatest danger. It's not this form he's the most dangerous in, it's the other one. But don't ever count him short, even in this one. He's not as helpless as he appears to be. Many people have found that out the hard way.
Our job is to observe and protect. As long as we do that he's no danger to us. I think the current administration has finally figured out that's the best policy. I hope the next one is as bright."
Green picked up the phone. "Give me the Director!" he snapped, when he got FBI Headquarters.
"Yes sir! Green here!" he continued. "I need a priority search, sir, of Harper and Fields' files. I want to know what they've been working on in the last two or three years, who they've been in contact with."
"I can have the files faxed out to you in short order," the director answered, "but I can tell you right now, Harper has been assigned to that white supremacist mess in Ohio, and Fields has been in charge of that anti Semitic Arab movement in New York."
Green rubbed his chin. "I really need those files, sir," he continued, "something's not right here. I think we're being decoyed. If that's true than somebody else may be the operatives going for the hit, and we've GOT to find out who they are before it's too late. If these idiots do any harm...."
"I understand," the Director answered with a heavy sigh, "they're on their way, Nathaniel, and Nathaniel, my apologies for not trusting your judgment in the beginning. It's kind of hard to realize sometimes you're not as powerful as you think you are."
"Thank you, sir," Nathaniel answered. "I'll be waiting for those files. Good bye, sir."
Nathaniel hung up, and went over to the window. "Damn!" he thought, "I wish I could call on the locals. I need more manpower, and I need it now!"
But he couldn't do that, and he knew it. He would have to do the best with what he had. That was all he could do.