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Special Circumstances, the FBI calls us in. They, in fact, keep us informed on
all investigations thatmight have such circumstances. We'd been tracking
R-143, mostly because the caballic symbols on the bodies are, in fact, the
correct symbols for a particular form of necromantic rite. But we had hoped
that it involved, let's just say a normal psychopath. Unfortunately, we've
recently been informed that such was not the case. We have reason to believe
that the girls are being sacrificed to a particular lesser deity, call it a
demon. Such sacrifices create power which can be used by the sacrificer.
Furthermore, sufficient power can permit the deity to manifest on earth. We
would prefer to prevent that from happening. Things get . . . remarkably ugly
when that occurs."
"What does this have to do with me?" Greg asked.
"We have far fewer agents available than the FBI," Germaine said, smiling
faintly. "On the other hand, we also have some techniques the FBI does not to
narrow down the field. We believe that, of all the potential conventions, the
one that you are going to attend has the highest likelihood of attracting your
perpetrator. Therefore there will be a Special Circumstances consultant
attending that con. They will probably accompany you to it. In the event that
you find the perpetrator, I would recommend that you inform the consultant. It
is possible that the person may have abilities that you will be unable to
combat. By the same token, the consultant may need . . . back-up. Depending
upon who is sent they may have an attitude of non-violence towards all but the
necromancer or entity. Therefore, if your perpetrator is not using ritual, or
does not summon a manifestation, you and the local police may have to handle
the capture." Germaine paused and thought for a moment. "However, if thereis
manifestation, it is probably better if you let the 'consultant' handle it."
"If it hadn't been for the SC operative in that vampire investigation, I
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wouldn't be here," Halliwell said. "I've dealt with them several times over
the years. Sometimes it turns out to be nothing, just your usual murdering
madman. But when you need an SC operative, youreally need an SC operative.
Understand?"
"No, sir," Greg admitted.
"Well, let's put it this way," Halliwell said, grimacing. "If the SC
operative tells you to jump, don't even ask how high. Just jump. Period. Or
you're liable to end up as a corpse."
"And, I might add," Mr. Germaine said. "A corpse whose soul now resides in
hell as the plaything of the demon you were opposing."
"Yes, sir," Greg said, swallowing.
"One more thing," Halliwell said. "Nobody finds out about SC unless they have
to and they're considered trustworthy. The veryexistence of Special
Circumstances is top secret. You don't tell anyone about it, you don't admit
to its existence outside of the circle who know about it. There is no 'Special
Circumstances' department in the Bureau. It doesn't exist, period. You cannot
talk about the special aspects of this investigation withanyone except myself
or the Director. And, obviously, the SC operatives you may encounter in your
career. You're now on an inside track in the Bureau. It won't get you promoted
faster but . . . you'll see things and know things that very few do."
"Assuming you survive," Germaine said, with another faint, secret smile.
"Special Circumstances investigations are notoriously hard on regular agents."
Chapter Two
As Barbara fixed dinner she considered how to broach the subject of her trip
to Mark. She loved her husband and, as a good Christian woman, considered him
to be the head of the household. And Mark was not going to want her to go.
However, she also knew that the group she was involved with was, without
question, doing God's work. This was to be her first formal training session,
not to mention first official mission, and she intended to be there when
called.
She finished fixing dinner, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and broccoli, then
set it out on the table, calling the family to feed. It took a while.
Allison was on the phone with a friend. Getting her to hang up involved
threats to lose the privilege for a week. The first games of March Madness
were on so dragging Brandon away from the TV practically involved oxen. Mark
had already decided that he was just going to eat off a tray so Brandon wanted
to know why he couldn't as well. Since Mark was ignoring the argument, Barb
got no support from that direction. By the time she got Brandon over to the
table and a TV tray on Mark's lap, the phone had rung again and Allison was
back on. Even Brook was hiding in her room so it took nearly fifteen minutes
from the moment the broccoli was ready before they sat down.
They had just said grace, Barbara saying the prayer since Mark was glued to
the Georgia Tech game, and settled down to their food when Allison made a
face.
"This broccoli iscold !"
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Barb counted to ten, slowly, then did it again in Fusian. If she didn't she
might say something . . . unChristian to her daughter. Demons were going to be
avacation !
* * *
Barbara waited until the break between the third and fourth quarter to spring
her surprise.
"Mark?" she said, sitting down on the couch.
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Special Circumstances, the FBI calls us in. They, in fact, keep us informed on
all investigations thatmight have such circumstances. We'd been tracking
R-143, mostly because the caballic symbols on the bodies are, in fact, the
correct symbols for a particular form of necromantic rite. But we had hoped
that it involved, let's just say a normal psychopath. Unfortunately, we've
recently been informed that such was not the case. We have reason to believe
that the girls are being sacrificed to a particular lesser deity, call it a
demon. Such sacrifices create power which can be used by the sacrificer.
Furthermore, sufficient power can permit the deity to manifest on earth. We
would prefer to prevent that from happening. Things get . . . remarkably ugly
when that occurs."
"What does this have to do with me?" Greg asked.
"We have far fewer agents available than the FBI," Germaine said, smiling
faintly. "On the other hand, we also have some techniques the FBI does not to
narrow down the field. We believe that, of all the potential conventions, the
one that you are going to attend has the highest likelihood of attracting your
perpetrator. Therefore there will be a Special Circumstances consultant
attending that con. They will probably accompany you to it. In the event that
you find the perpetrator, I would recommend that you inform the consultant. It
is possible that the person may have abilities that you will be unable to
combat. By the same token, the consultant may need . . . back-up. Depending
upon who is sent they may have an attitude of non-violence towards all but the
necromancer or entity. Therefore, if your perpetrator is not using ritual, or
does not summon a manifestation, you and the local police may have to handle
the capture." Germaine paused and thought for a moment. "However, if thereis
manifestation, it is probably better if you let the 'consultant' handle it."
"If it hadn't been for the SC operative in that vampire investigation, I
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wouldn't be here," Halliwell said. "I've dealt with them several times over
the years. Sometimes it turns out to be nothing, just your usual murdering
madman. But when you need an SC operative, youreally need an SC operative.
Understand?"
"No, sir," Greg admitted.
"Well, let's put it this way," Halliwell said, grimacing. "If the SC
operative tells you to jump, don't even ask how high. Just jump. Period. Or
you're liable to end up as a corpse."
"And, I might add," Mr. Germaine said. "A corpse whose soul now resides in
hell as the plaything of the demon you were opposing."
"Yes, sir," Greg said, swallowing.
"One more thing," Halliwell said. "Nobody finds out about SC unless they have
to and they're considered trustworthy. The veryexistence of Special
Circumstances is top secret. You don't tell anyone about it, you don't admit
to its existence outside of the circle who know about it. There is no 'Special
Circumstances' department in the Bureau. It doesn't exist, period. You cannot
talk about the special aspects of this investigation withanyone except myself
or the Director. And, obviously, the SC operatives you may encounter in your
career. You're now on an inside track in the Bureau. It won't get you promoted
faster but . . . you'll see things and know things that very few do."
"Assuming you survive," Germaine said, with another faint, secret smile.
"Special Circumstances investigations are notoriously hard on regular agents."
Chapter Two
As Barbara fixed dinner she considered how to broach the subject of her trip
to Mark. She loved her husband and, as a good Christian woman, considered him
to be the head of the household. And Mark was not going to want her to go.
However, she also knew that the group she was involved with was, without
question, doing God's work. This was to be her first formal training session,
not to mention first official mission, and she intended to be there when
called.
She finished fixing dinner, fried chicken, mashed potatoes and broccoli, then
set it out on the table, calling the family to feed. It took a while.
Allison was on the phone with a friend. Getting her to hang up involved
threats to lose the privilege for a week. The first games of March Madness
were on so dragging Brandon away from the TV practically involved oxen. Mark
had already decided that he was just going to eat off a tray so Brandon wanted
to know why he couldn't as well. Since Mark was ignoring the argument, Barb
got no support from that direction. By the time she got Brandon over to the
table and a TV tray on Mark's lap, the phone had rung again and Allison was
back on. Even Brook was hiding in her room so it took nearly fifteen minutes
from the moment the broccoli was ready before they sat down.
They had just said grace, Barbara saying the prayer since Mark was glued to
the Georgia Tech game, and settled down to their food when Allison made a
face.
"This broccoli iscold !"
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Barb counted to ten, slowly, then did it again in Fusian. If she didn't she
might say something . . . unChristian to her daughter. Demons were going to be
avacation !
* * *
Barbara waited until the break between the third and fourth quarter to spring
her surprise.
"Mark?" she said, sitting down on the couch.
"Yeah?" he asked, distractedly, as the announcer ran over the highlights of [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]