CIA : Its not what you think

Chapter Six

Main POV

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"I tell you, son. Whatever you're dealing with back there, better not take a day to get a hold off"

"But, sir, it's a first! Identifying the root cause will take minimum a day!-"

"You summoned April for a reason didn't you? This is a threat to the national security-"

"I understand, sir. That's another way of saying 'Deal with absolute care, no flops'"

The Director tutted, annoyed.

The eccentric duo was on the way to the helipad by the elevator. It had now opened up to let them enter the top floor. The moment the doors opened, the chopper sounds blared out at them. With a heavy stride, the Director strode the length of the small corridor ending with the helipad entrance, Colin at tow.

A strong gust of wind enveloped them when they stepped in to the sun dazzled helipad. The current caused by the slowing down blades of the chopper were behind the reason of the wind being powerful. Colin's tufty hair was an absolute mess in milliseconds and knowing that fact, he enviously looked over at the Director's bald head, gleaming like a disco ball at a party under the scorching sun. So much for style here, Colin had a brief thought. But the sight in front of him took his mind off his appearance completely.

Resembling a Jurassic bird in a mid-pounce, the MPD Black Hawk stood just a few feet away towering over them challengingly. Not just the shape but the chopper seems to have a shiny black skin which gave out a horrible reptile-ish feeling to Colin. Its long, sharp blades were massive and cut through the air in shrill movements. Simply said, why the engineers called this the Black Hawk required zero explanation.

"What in the blazes was Roger thinking about using this damn thing?"

"Some pride issues?"

"You know the man..."

The two channeled a bit of ventriloquism to share ideas.

As they reached the beast, there was an almighty groan which made the duo freeze visibly. A metallic door on the side of the chopper opened slowly and lowered itself as a typical gangway for the passengers. In no time, a man was coming out of it.

"Ahoy there, Phil! How's our little birdie?"

Stopping at the top of the gangway, the man called out, his booming voice cutting through air.

Captain Roger Jonson. Chief Commandeering Officer of the Crime Branch of the DC MPD.

The name of the branch he belongs to and the top post he holds there will definitely come as a surprise due to his apparent personality. A jolly man of 57, Captain Roger was the Law Enforcement's comedian. Hailing from the UK, he boasts of his performance as Hamlet at the Oxford Theatre back in his student days rather than the capture of a perilous mafia network under his command. Director Philip recalled the time he met the Captain at the MPD and within the first five minutes, the Director was told about his acting carreer. When asked more about his detective position, he had an elaborate answer. 

"O, what a rogue and peasant slave am I!" He had to quote Hamlet.

As of now, the Captain's classic smile and mousy eyes were visible even from a distance. It bothered and soothed the Director at the same time to see this high ranking detective having a cheery attitude on this terror filled day.

"Next time you folks visit here, try a bit of land travel"

The Director called out as they walked over to the incoming detective. Behind him, four more gents were coming out where two were dressed in kit like the Captain and the latter in civil disguise. Once met, the Director shook hands with his old pal and shared thumps in the back.