Secrets

The Final Frontier

"So where is this 'seer' located?" I ask. Lamarr has still had less luck than he'd care to admit.

"Apparently even Thornton doesn't know. They communicate over phone calls and web chats. However there is one man who should know. His name is Andre Cretela. He lives in New York. Not far from where you were brought up. However he also happens to be in jail, so he won't be very... talkative." Lamarr explains.

"I'll work on it. It shouldn't be hard to get him out for a few days. And he won't get in any further trouble." I take the initiative amd start to formulate a plan.

First I need a disguise. Next an identity: a policeman with orders for Cretela to be moved to a government facility. Next I'll need a place.

I'll take the plane to a private government airport in Manhattan. The facility at home will serve as my new ops center for this mission. I'll also leave the team behind on this op.

"You're going to break him out?" Lamarr is incredulous.

"Of course not! I'm going to be a policeman and get him transferred to the Manhattan House. There I'll interrogate him and give him back."

"Ah. Good luck then."

I walk off to Thornton's office. No, Percey's. "Commander, I would like to request permission to take a plane and find, if I can, the man called the Seer."

"Granted. I'll tell the team."

"No. I'm going alone, you need them more here." I say solidly.

"But they need you. And you them. You're friends. You can count on them. And me too for that matter." Percey tries to change my mind. It works.

"You're right. Thanks Perce."

I leave. The team is waiting at the Boat. Lamarr told them what I was doing.

I stand there glowering for a minute. "Well. Let's go." I say throwing my arms out like it was part of the plan.

They grin like a group of children who've just been told that the ice cream truck was coming.

As I walk to board the plane Kendra stops me. We stand in the hangar, empty save for us. "What's up?" I ask, she looks distressed.

"I'm sorry." She says and hugs me.

A little confused I try to figure out what to do. "What for?"

She steps back reluctantly letting go of my sleeve. "About Thornton and Dilan. I know how much they meant to you. I'm sorry." She explains.

"Oh. I'm ok." I say weakly. Trying to wrap my head around why that would make her sorry. "Uh, thanks. Let's go."

As we board Dustin takes off. As he does I tell about my plan. Sara and I will go in as typical secret agents. Put on a show and make our story seem plausible in the eyes of the  authorities. That means sunglasses and dark suits. A little cord over the ear and a pistol inside the jacket.

Everyone else stays on the plane and gets ready for a rapid retrieval as soon as we get what we need.

A while later we land. Sara and I walk to the jail where Cretela is being held. We open the door and I put two fingers to my ear, making a show of reporting to base. We walk to the desk.

"We're here with transfer orders for a Cretela. Know him?" Straight to the point.

"I haven't been told of any transfer. Who are you people?" The man behind the desk looks lost.

"They didn't tell you? Darn. I'll need to speak with your superior. Where is he?"

"He's in the back. I can't let you through unless you tell me who you are." He remains solid.