Roger Ellis - AK-239

They are now in their bedroom as the door closes behind them.

I flip on a light with my Glock pointed at George’s head.

“Hello, George. Special Agent John Denning, FBI.” I say with just a little bit of sarcasm.

I look at the redhead and say,

“And you must be the girlfriend.”

“You guys are way past pseudocide.”

“We know his name is George. We’ve been calling you Jane Doe. And your name is?”

She looks at George who encourages her to talk.

“Katrina Volkov.”

George chimes in, “They call her: The wolf.”

“Lovely. Oh right, the girl from the game room. You’ve changed your hair. I like it.”

“Nice place you have here.”

“So, I have just a few questions for you. Why don’t you both have a seat.”

They nervously sit on the bed.

“Do you think you could give me some answers?” I ask.

Both hesitate then slightly nod.

“Good. Good. Things will move a lot faster if you don’t hesitate, okay?”

Now, “How do you communicate from here?”

“From the Ops Center but you’ll never get in there.”

“And your plan is?”

They look at each other and I realize I’ll probably not get much out of either of them but they see I’m not in any mood for story time, especially with a PP-2000 submachine gun trained on them.

“We’re not doing anything unless provoked by your President and Congress,” says George.

“My President? My Congress? George, I didn’t get the memo, did you renounce your citizenship?”

George doesn’t want to talk any more.

So I have to prod him a bit,

“And then?”

“Then we do want our instructions tell us.”

“And what would that be?”

Neither answers. I look at them for a long time.

“So you would do anything including setting off nuclear devises?”

Again no answer.

“So how many bombs have you built?”

I realize I may not be getting much more info from these two so I get really sarcastic and say,

“I assume since the FBI forensic lab found your DNA on teeth fragments that you have dentures?”

George doesn’t want to say anything until I walk closer with my submachine gun.

He then pulls out his dentures and shows me.

“Thanks George. You have anything futher you’d like to volunteer?”

George clearly doesn’t want to speak, with or without dentures.

So, I stand, pick up a roll of duct tape and toss it to Katrina.

“You can put your teeth back in now, George.”

I look to Katrina and say,

“He’s not quit as nice looking without his teeth, now, is he? Ya know, we haven’t executed an American traitor since the 1950s. But we just might make an exception for you, George!”

George interrupts,

“You’re making a big mistake. These people will kill you and anyone that…”

I interrupt, “Start with his mouth.”

Katrina tears off a piece of duct tape and places it over George’s mouth. Then the devil, in human form, decides to try her wiles on me again.

She looks at me sexily and starts to walk in my direction as if she was on the Miss Universe runway.

I train the PP 2000 right at her big Russians breasts.

That stops her.

“I’m not falling for that act again, she-wolf.”

I grab one of George’s shirts nearby and toss it to her.

“And put something on. You’re embarrassing yourself.”

Katrina, not happy, puts on the shirt.

“Now, please tape his one good arm to his chest. Go on. Do it.”

Katrina takes the duct tape and starts winding it around George.

“Tighter. Much, much tighter.”

Katrina does so grudgingly.

“Now his feet.”

Katrina wraps George’s feet too.

“And now yours.”

Katrina starts to wrap her feet then stops.

“You will not be allowed to leave here,” says Katrina.

“Guess I’m just gonna have ta change the rules then, aren’t I?”

Katrina has stopped taping herself.

“Keep going.”

Katrina is furious but, like a good Russian soldier, is dutifully finishing.

I grab the duct tape saying,

“Hold your hands out.”

She eventually does and I duct tape her hands together.

Katrina makes the mistake of trying to speak so I duct tape her mouth too.

“Okay, now if you both would be so kind to stay right here, okay?

Okay.”

I start to leave, stop, then come back. I decide these two need more duct tape. So I place George in a chair and duct tape him to it. Then I tape him to a wall.

Next I tape Katrina, standing, to another wall on the other side of the room.

“There.”

I pick up my gun and duct tape and, as I’m about to leave the room, I look back at the suitcase loaded with a million dollars.

“Oh, I almost forgot this!”

George goes nuts when he sees I’m taking his millions in cash.

I walk back over to him and sarcastically say,

“George, George calm down. You’re liable to kill yourself.”

I don’t even think this Harvard “genius” got the joke.

I glance over at the entire roll of duct tape now on the two murderers taped to the wall.

“You know, there’s just nothing you can’t do with a nice, big, roll of duct tape!”

Moscow – The Kremlin

Christmas Day

Russians celebrate Christmas on January 7th so this is a workday like any other.

Well, not exactly.

President Ivan Mironovich and his right hand man, Viktor Sokolov, are huddled in the President’s office in the Kremlin. It looks just as you might imagine. The deep, dark rich, wood from Siberia surround the walls. The crystal chandelier hanging above them alone is worth millions.

Viktor Sokolov is waiting for instructions as the president looks to be in intense thought. Finally, he answers.

“I’ve spent years cultivating republicans and democrats in the U.S. From U.S. Senators to American business people, we’ve tried to convince America we want to be in business together.

We brought that one lecherous U.S. Senator to Moscow, gave him millions and millions of Rubles for his boring twenty minute speeches and then let him have his way with as many of our beautiful Russian women as he wanted and you’re telling me one FBI agent is about to ruin my plans?”

“It appears the FBI agent, Denning, has not been able to communicate with anyone. The other FBI agent, Tavana, is wounded and has been locked up along with the traitor who helped them,” he then hesitates,

“Do we proceed?”

“Of course we do. By the time the Americans find out what is happening it will be too late.”

Sokolov asks, “So implement Phase III?”

“Yes. There’s no turning back now, Viktor. Is the new currency ready for upload?”

“Yes.”

“How are the Chinese reacting?”

“The Chinese Premier says China is ready to implement. They are waiting on us.”

“When other currencies devalue to the point of worthlessness if anyone wants to buy or sell anything they will have to have our currency.”

“These are exciting times, Mr. President.”

Ivan Mironovich nods this head in the affirmative while immense concern hides behind his weary eyes.

Ketchikan

Police Chief Robert Stone’s Diary

Yura has decorated our house for Christmas and she’s not even here to enjoy it.

I hate my job.

I can’t wait ‘til I retire.

I’m moving somewhere warmer too!

So I’m sitting in my old, ripped, cloth recliner at home watching TV. I had forgotten how funny the movie Police Squad was:

Frank Drebin is searching a drawer and says,

“Bingo!”

Drebin then pulls out and holds up a bingo card.[9]