The building, old and obviously not being managed properly regardless of it being a federal owned place wasn’t his favorites of places to walk into. Those working within it never saw his kind as fun to converse or engage with and there was always some kind of prejudice and unaired blame to be passed around to his kind for the kind of work he does.
The prejudice was felt by all and even the newest member to his work place felt it from the moment they introduced themselves as “CIA”.
“Fucking terrorist instigators!” one ignorant police officer had labeled him some time ago when he sought the man for information on a sensitive topic. “You people are tied to the worst shit happening in this country”.
Closing his eyes and calming his nerves in bid to overwhelm the disturbing feeling growing in the pit of his belly, Sean Stein slipped both hands into his jacket’s pockets and began marching forward somewhat meekly in search of answers. Thoughts of Mark and his cohorts ran through the man’s mind but he soon shoved it off with some disgust left at the end of his throat about his once-upon-a-time best friend.
Mumbling beneath his breath as someone held the front door open for him, Sean Stein voiced. “This is for her and not for you Mark… this isn’t for your bloody agency”.
“Welcome to the New York Police Department Sir”, a young officer standing by the door bowed tenderly. “How may I be of help to you today?”
The question left Sean somewhat undecided on what to say or use, while he scanned the young officer’s face for his best possible excuse to see the Captain.
In conflicting thoughts, he asked himself, “Should I use the badge or go like a civilian?”
The problem with the badge was the prejudice he had thought of earlier and it would only bring in more hassles than good with everyone possibly tightening up their sit and making his word even more gruesome to get through.
He decided on the latter, “I need to see the Captain please… I have some information on a case he would like to hear about”.
Sean eyed the young man before him, and then slowly looked towards the left breast pocket with the tag “Sam White” attached to it.
“You’re Sam right? Can I call you Officer Sam?” he inquired while the young officer nodded. “Good! I need to speak with your boss or whoever is in charge”.
Sam flinched and blinked uncomfortably. “May I ask what this is about Sir?”
Sean felt his lips threaten to blurb out words that might possibly get him in trouble before rethinking and reevaluating his choices.
“I’m sorry but this is a sensitive matter and I need to speak with your superior”, Sean noted again. “I would love to explain it to you but it just wouldn’t matter”.
Sam’s face grew pale and his eyes widened as his twitched his lips and nodded. “Do you have a valid ID?”
It was one problem after the other for Sean Stein, who fondled the only piece of identification on him within his pocket but was too careful not to bring it out or brandish it just yet.
“I’m sorry but I don’t have one on me right now”, he answered immediately. “I need to see your boss… it is about the killings you guys found at some swamp or waterside”.
The revelation made Sam even paler while his forehead wrinkled into a thick frown immediately. Clearing his throat and shifting into a more commanding stance, he shook his head. “You could tell me what you intend sharing with the boss and I will deem it worthy enough to allow you see him”.
Sean couldn’t believe his ears, but from what he could tell, the police officers were obviously particular about who walked in and came to air what. It was standard procedure to have visitors drilled in such tasking times.
“Can I see your boss or what?” the insistent tone from Sean attracted the incoming pair who stopped by Sam White and briefly exchanged glances at Sam and his company.
“Sammy!” Detective Jake slipped his fingers into the young man’s sandy hair. “Is your dad in town?”
Sean grinned, eased off the fake smile and made move to walk past Sam before feeling the young officer’s hand stop him. “I’m sorry Sir but we have been getting some pretty odd visitors in here off late and I would appreciate… “.
Sean interjected immediately. “I don’t like being touched and I will appreciate it if you get your hand off of me right away!”
Sam chuckled, smiling away and pushed further with the observant eyes of Mike Rondon and Detective Jake seeking answers without asking any question. Sean looked down and towards the hand, standing in between him and the intended destination, before looking into the young officer’s eyes.
“I warned you!” he fumed but still wore the oddest smile yet.
None of them had anticipated what came next; his actions were swift and mesmerizing and within seconds, young Sam White was screaming in pain and holding his right hand with what appeared to be a slightly dislocated thumb.
“Oh God! He broke my thumb! He broke my thumb!” Sam White cried atop his voice while his face suddenly flushed red with blood.
Like a chain reaction set in motion, the sounds from safeties being taken off guns and the sight of no less than twenty pointed in Sean’s direction brought a thin smile to his lips and a rather cocky one too.
Detective Jake stepped closer, pointing his service pistol in the unknown man’s face. “On your knees! On your knees right this instant!”
Sean made no move to oblige, looking around the room like he was waiting for a bomb to get dropped. His perceived nonchalance and arrogance only seemed to mystify Detective Jake rather than angst him as he slowly began lowering his gun.
Mike Rondon couldn’t believe his eyes and he pressed closer than his colleague. “Do you have a death wish buddy? Do you have a death wish!?”
“I don’t think
