Episode 01: "Codename: Ducky"



As I opened the door to my apartment, I could smell the cat litter box from the other room. It needed changed. As I ran to open the window, I saw there were three messages on my answering machine. I pushed play and continued toward the window.



As it opened, the message started to play:



"Willet...this is "Ducky". I'm calling you about that information you wanted. Give me a call when you get home. (click)"



I stopped with the window half way and ran over to pick up the phone as the next message started to play:



"Uh, hey Willet, this is Ducky again. I need to talk with you as soon as you get home. This is about more than the information this time, it's a matter of life and death.(click)"



I was just dialing the number when the words "life and death" started, and I stopped for a moment. Now I was getting worried as the next message started to play:



"Willet. Sorry to bother you again. I don't know where you've been, but I thought you'd be home by now. I just called up to your office and they said you had been fired. Somehow I didn't know FBI agents could be fired. Anyway, it's not so urgent that you call me now. Just give me a ring when you get home."





For some reason, her voice wasn't so urgent sounding, either. Something strange was going on. Ducky was a sort of partern of mine. She helped me solve many of my cases that involved cover-ups, the likes of Roswell and such.



I started to finish dialing her number, when something struck me a funny feeling. I hung up the phone and walked over to my computer. I logged on to the FBI's personel site, as they hadn't yet wiped my clearence from the computers. I selected the list of agents who were missing. 57 of them in the past three months. I wrote down their names and general information that was listed. Then I went to the "retired" list, and searched for all the names that had "retired" in the past few months. I was surprised to see my own name there. "Retired my a-" the phone rang in the middle of my sentence.



"Hello?"



"Willet? Did you get my messages?"



"Ducky! Yah, I was just fixing to call you." I strayed over to the kitchen and got out a beer. "I wanted do look something up first."



"Well, Willet. About you bringing over for the...stuff...tomorrow, don't bother."



"What? What do you mean? The party can't go on without the stuff!"



"Not THAT stuff, Willet!" Apearntly our minds were in two different places.



"Is someone there, Ducky? You sound...scared."



"No-No, no ones here. Just don't come over tomorrow, Willet. I think someone's setting you up."



"Why?"



"Well, besides that there are two cars sitting across the street from your house, your recently being fired, the fact that the local pawn shops have had weapons and bullets bought in your name, i just have a funny feeling about it."



"I'll keep that in mind. So why not come over there tomorrow? And which stuff can't I bring? The good stuff or the work stuff?"



"Neither of th-Willet! Don't come over at all! Stay at home!"



"Why?"



"Oh, I gotta go fast Willet, my dog just got out." (click)





How Ducky knew all this stuff, I didn't know. And whether it was just coincidental, I didn't know. But what I did know was that something was going down in the FBI.



I went to the computer and continued to search through the names of recently retired agents. Many of them were just like me. Young, great records, mostly dealing with X-files like stuff. All of us were to young to be "retired". Somehow, I felt a greater power was at work here besides the local big-wigs.





TOO BE CONTINUED...



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