Flight of Fancy

Back in the agency headquarters, Steven Keffler was sitting at his desk, not really doing anything, merely thinking about his life.

He had been offered the position to head the agency about ten years ago, after being head of the FBI for five years. At first, he thought it was a step down, but once he learned of all the details, it convinced him this new agency was in fact on top of the heap. A joint FBI and CIA operation, the agency had their fingers all over the world. Nothing was above their reach. They could take control of any case in any country, even though nobody really knew who they were.

In his time at the FBI, he was known for his results. He got the job done. The number of arrests was staggering and praise was coming from all corners. It didn’t really matter to him how those results came about, the only thing that mattered was that he had been the most successful head of the FBI ever.

And now, here he was, heading “the agency”.

It has been ten years.

They’d made some amazing discoveries and destroyed some formidable people, some of them criminals, some of them made to look like criminals. He just carried on doing the same thing as in the FBI.

Anything to get results.

They had taken down terrorists, international hackers, whistle blowers and all sorts of “big shots”. Some of them paid with their lives, some of them with their reputation. Of course, the media helped them create and keep the illusion. The media were their lapdogs.

This latest conundrum, however, was vexing. There were strange energy sources coming from all over the globe, from Australia, Asia, Europe, Africa, Europe and even the Americas.

How can this happen under their noses?

The biggest thing that perplexed them was that once their teams were dispatched to the various locations of the sources around the world, the sources seemed to disappear and there was no proof of any wrongdoings going on.

Could it be aliens?

He knew from all the paperwork in the various departments he had worked in that aliens were far from fiction, only an annoying inconvenience, an unpredictable factor in an equation he and others like him had been trying to perfect for years. He hated loose ends and anything that disrupted his flawless plans.

Aliens were one part of the story that you couldn’t take into account. Humans were predictable and controllable. Aliens, though, could come at any given moment and do something unimaginable.

He hated the feeling of not being in control, but aliens could not be helped. If it was them, it was partly out of their hands.

He had to presuppose that it was of human origin and do whatever it took to stop this in its tracks. Or at least get the people closest to the origin caught doing something that would take them out of the equation.

So far, the biggest problem had been the energy source on the Indian reservation in Dakota. They couldn’t really do a proper investigation because those stupid people were constantly getting in their way and claiming these rights and those laws. Couldn’t they just let them get the job done? If they had nothing to hide, they wouldn’t be acting guilty. The Internet media was always on the side of those people, trying to incriminate the agents for simply doing their job, which was keeping citizens safe.

This had been going on for months and they were nowhere near any answers or any conclusions. All over the world, their agents were at a loss. They couldn’t find any evidence or anything that would get the people involved put into prison.

The only common factor to most people living closest to the sources was that they were conspiracy theorists, always posting stories of government corruption and control on social media.

Bloody parasites!

If people only knew the chaos and havoc that would be wreaked if society was allowed to fall into anarchy. They were the guardians of culture and civility and anyone trying to oppose this order had to be dealt with. That was his view and he knew that was the view of the agents he had handpicked to fight the latest threat to their order. They could be relied upon to go to the bitter end if push came to shove.

He would let his teams do their jobs for a while longer, then more drastic measures would have to be implemented. One way or another, this threat would be eliminated and he would again bask in the glory of his own success and ingenuity.