Wildfire…
The room nominated as “the office” is kept dark. I peek through the open side window and my night goggle vision reveal that most of the chairs are already filled. I place the microphone near the window and withdraw to a nearby bush.
“Don, nice work on the separations. The days of limited supply is now behind us, yes?”
“Mike, you know, I hate limits, so yes, no worries about future supplies. I have even approved a screening process to weed out the rotten ones!”
As their shared laughter fade the sound of a tambourine can be heard.
“Sarah, what’s the hold-up with the dessert?”
“There’s no hold-up, just making sure they have been shaved as you requested… (bloody man, there’s always something with you and hair…)”
“this is going to be a over soon enough”, I tell myself as I wrap the blanket around my shoulders and close my eyes for a nap I hope will last all night.
There’s a loud crack to my left and I open my dazed eyes slowly. Four pairs of black boots greet my turning head.
“What are you doing here? This is Private property and you have no business here. Please stand and explain yourself woman!”
I slowly stand up, trying hard to compose myself, this was not part of the plan.
“I’m… uhm… researching…” I say facing the black clad bunch, of which at least one appears to be male judging by the tone of their voice.
“Researching what? and How?”, the woman on the left asks as she steps towards me. Her clothes not giving her gender away.
“… it’s classified…”, I try
Four automatic sidearms slowly rise to point in the directions of my uncovered head.
“… it’s for Tumblr…”, I try again
“Yes? Tumblr is known to The Service… go on…”
“I read on Tumblr about… Mad Orgies taking place here regularly and I wanted to find out if it was any truth behind the stories”, I blurt out ending with a sigh of relief.
“And did you? Find any proof I mean?”, the woman asks.
“Well… listen to this and make up your own minds”, I say as I bring out my portable mp3 recorder, pressing play.
“The consequences of this can be massive. How do you want this handled Boss? Wildfire…”, the woman asks the man seemingly in charge.
They all look at each other, slowly nodding, then pull their triggers.
