Who We Were Born To Be (Niam) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 32: Plans

Chapter 32

Zayn's point of view

Zayn rolled his eyes as Liam gazed at Niall like a lovesick puppy. Zayn wasn't hungry, so he wasn't eating like the boys. The Colonel was hanging around, watching them, and listening like the secrets to the universe might be revealed in the boys' causal conversation.

Might as well put my time to good use, Zayn thought. Something's changed the Colonel's attitude toward us and changed it fast. Zayn began sifting through the Colonel recent memories, trying to isolate the time period between when the Colonel had first talked to them and when he had returned. Unfortunately people don't order their memories very chronologically. Zayn always felt like people deliberately cluttered their minds with annoyingly irrelevant memories just to annoy him and other telepaths.

Eventually he found what he was looking for...

Colonel Joseph's point of view

Colonel Adam Joseph slammed the door on the obnoxious boys as he left. Civilians and faggots. How the fuck were they even allowed into my base in the first place? I'll kick them out of here so hard they'll bounce!

Call D.C. the boy says? Fine. I might just do that. Colonel Joseph was sure the boy had been bluffing. They're just stupid kids who've sneaked onto the base and... no that makes no sense... what's that retired General McGuire doing in all of this? Whatever was going on here, Colonel Joseph was sure that the boys were not military. They wouldn't last a day in a real battle. Spies for the drug trade probably. Hmm, I bet they're working for the DEA, actually. The Drug Enforcement Administration was the agency in the US government that fought against the drug trade. Damn the DEA for thinking they can use US military resources like our base for their stopovers. I'll give them a piece of my mind. They can damn well use their own money for facilities. God knows their budget is big enough. The amount of money being spent to combat the drug trade in Colombia was obscene. Fat lot of good it does. The DEA was losing their 'War on Drugs'. More illicit drugs were now being sold on the US black markets than ever before.

Colonel Joseph stormed over to the secure telephone and dialled the inter-agency liaison office in the Pentagon. They'll know who this James Matthews is if he's DEA. And I can give them a piece of my mind, and then kick those faggots out of here so hard it leaves my boot print in their arse.

The man at the Pentagon sounded way too enthusiastic given the time of the morning. Some people are just always happy, Colonel Joseph thought. Those kind of people usually annoyed him. Colonel Joseph went through the process of formally identifying himself to the other man, and then got to the point. “I've got six civilians turned up here saying they work for a guy called James Matthews, who I'm assuming is DEA.” Colonel Joseph thought he heard the man on the other end of the line gasp, but he continued explaining, “Their unit supervisor is named McGuire, an ex-general. Used to be one of ours I think. Can you confirm they're DEA? Obviously the DEA doesn't have jurisdiction here. Can I boot them out?”

The line went silent for a few moments. “Excuse me, I need to go check something,” the man said in an absolutely flat voice, his earlier enthusiasm having disappeared entirely. In fact the man sounded worried. “Hold the line.”

Colonel Joseph frowned at the man's sudden change in tone. But he waited impatiently for a few minutes before the man picked up the line again. “Listen carefully,” the man told him in a low and breathy tone. “This is classified beyond top secret. It's a national security matter. That name you mentioned to me? Forget it. You never heard it. General McGuire has written orders for you signed by the Joint Chiefs. Give the civilians every bit of assistance they ask for, up to and including the entire military resources of your base in attacking the target they give you. Don't ask them questions. They were never there, you never saw them. Understood?”