Sarah marveled as Agent Turner escorted her down a long hallway. At the end of the hallway Turner had to pass a retina scan followed by a finger print scan.
"You can never be too careful these days," he told her. She watched as he placed his eye up to the scanner. It hummed as the laser ran up and down it's track, reading his eye. The first lock passed, and he was instructed by a computer voice to place his right hand on the finger print ID scanner.
Security had been stepped up since the Black Tuesday Virus had been stolen right out from under the noses of the CIA. The National Security Agency or NSA had been breathing down the CIA's neck, demanding somebody be held accountable for the larger than life fuck-up. Sarah soon learnt that Turner's present job with the agency was on the line, and he had convinced the board of directors and the NSA that Sarah could retrieve the virus. The weight of the world was resting on Sarah Banks's shoulders.
"Follow me," Turner said as he entered the previously locked security doors. Sarah entered behind him and two soldiers greeted the couple.
"Agent Turner, good to see you Sir.," spoke a tall, handsome soldier wearing camouflage and a red brae. The name badge read Private Whackher, which made Sarah snicker. The thought of whacking his private was not her first priority, but if time permitted she would like to get to know this sexy soldier a little more intimately. She winked at him as he greeted her with a simple nod of the head and a "Ma'am," response.
The attractive soldier lead the way, while the other remained at his post, guarding the door. He took the two down another long series of hallways. Sarah was quiet, she had been admiring the complexity of the whole head quarters.
Turner broke the silence, "Sarah, you've read that whole report about Black Tuesday, right?" he asked. Before she could respond he went on, "well I lied, I told you that was everything we knew. When we first spoke in that classroom you asked me who has the Black Tuesday Virus... I never did answer your question."
Turner was right... nowhere in the folder did it mention who had the virus, and when she had asked before he changed the topic. Sarah was a little worried, why would they go through such great lengths to keep the name from her.
"So, Who has the virus?" Sarah asked again.
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