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  Mystery:

  A Hidden Hunter :

  Hidden From The Past

  Mark Peterson

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  Copyright © 2016 Mark Peterson

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  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter3

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  Summary

  It was Mr Carlson's job to know which ones were feeling homesick, and whether or not that would lead them to make contact with people they're not allowed to speak with anymore. Preventing any of these people from being exposed to the public and even worse keeping the media from discovering what could be the biggest cover up in their nation's history was a tall order. There were days when he even questioned his job and what he was doing to prevent the truth from being known. Yet when he had days like that he was able to seek comfort in knowing that what they all did that day was for the good of the nation and had to be done. He had no problem sleeping at night, and the people he worked for made sure he was paid well to take care of their problem and make sure it didn't come back to bite them in the ass.

  HIDDEN FROM THE PRESS

  Chapter1

  Mr. Carlson always worked late into the night. He was usually the first to arrive and likely always the last to leave. For someone on the government's dime, it's a shame no one knew he existed. He would be the one person in the system who actually works hard day in and day out for his income. As usual, he had a lot of reports to file with his superiors and they expected them all on time and highly organized. He was responsible for over twenty people and had to keep tabs on what they did and how well they managed to keep their covers. Any kind of leak or exposure could ruin everything so his job was important. He had a decent staff of close to a hundred people, and they all had important jobs as well. They lived near the locations of the people who had been relocated and took pictures for documentation of what they were doing and how they were adjusting to their relocation. It was Mr. Carlson's job to know which ones were feeling homesick, and whether or not that would lead them to make contact with people they're not allowed to speak with anymore. Preventing any of these people from being exposed to the public and even worse keeping the media from discovering what could be the biggest cover up in their nation's history was a tall order. There were days when he even questioned his job and what he was doing to prevent the truth from being known. Yet when he had days like that he was able to seek comfort in knowing that what they all did that day was for the good of the nation and had to be done. He had no problem sleeping at night, and the people he worked for made sure he was paid well to take care of their problem and make sure it didn't come back to bite them in the ass.

  The program was hard to get off the ground, but once the people involved accepted their fate and agreed to relocation, it made things much easier to handle. Many of them had to be detained in a prison like atmosphere until co-operation was assured. Some were easy to convince, especially when you know what strings to pull. Many people involved were told that their families were well compensated for having lost someone in the disaster, and that they were better off dead to their family than alive. To some the million-dollar plus package that was given to their families was enough reason for them to agree to relocation especially if the person in question wasn't too well off to begin with. In return for co-operating with the program, those who volunteered to accept relocation were given everything they needed to move on from what had happened. Somewhere re-educated and given better lives and a chance to start over. They were moved to another part of the nation, most of the time a small town that has little or nothing to do with anything that happened. Usually a small rural town with less than twenty thousand people was the ideal choice for relocation. They are the most appealing because towns like that mind their own business and don't nose around too much, and the media isn't as active as well so you lessen the odds of someone accidentally appearing on television.

  Regardless of where the person is relocated, you have to treat each case as if they were moved only a short distance from where they used to live. Anything less opens up your operation too much and that often leads to someone getting caught with someone who is supposed to be dead. Not exactly the position that the government/agencies want to find themselves in. So he was hired to oversee a portion of this relocation project because the powers that be respect and trust his work but he did his best to be fair to all parties involved, not just those pulling the strings. Yet every program has their faults, and this one had been no different. There have been only a few sightings, and when that has happened, the subject in question is quickly relocated and moved to another town where contact with the person in question is less likely to occur again. They even had one person who tried to run. That was an unfortunate incident that didn't end well. He had a lot of explaining to do and it was a mess that cost a lot of money to cover up. It's something he hoped wouldn't happen again but was the first thing on their mind when Mrs. Johnson disappeared for two days. They thought she had run, but it turns out she only left town to attend an anti-war vigil. She was there to mourn the loss of her son, and it was something his superiors could understand since they have first-hand knowledge of what is going on in that part of the world. It was a quiet event, and she was there just to light a candle and not talk to anyone. It wasn't like she went to a more public protest in front of the Whitehouse with Cindy Sheehan. This vigil was private and the media wasn't present... she had picked the event very carefully.

  Unfortunately, she wasn't careful enough as the sighting would suggest. When she first disappeared, they thought she had run but he refused to believe it. Ms. Johnson had been the most co-operative of all the people relocated. Even when her son had died, she had stayed where she was and didn't risk exposing the program. He refused to believe she would do this and it turned out he was right. He learned later that night that she had left with one of their agents to attend a vigil. So despite traveling Mrs. Johnson was still under proper supervision but the problem was the agent that failed to get approval for the trip. They couldn't fire her, not with the information she had concerning the project, so they transferred her to a different project where she can do her work without further incident.

  That however didn't change things. Someone saw her and to make things worse it was a member of her family. If it was a friend, you could easily make them believe that it was someone else they saw. Family members were different because once they see something they want to believe, it's rather hard to change their standpoint. To defuse the situation, they had got in touch with a contact at the police station, and advised him to be on the lookout for her, and to help the station laugh off any attempts to tell them what she saw. He was very effective as Ms. Johnson left in tears and hasn't returned to the station since. She tried to talk to a few private investigators but he also used some muscle in the sector to scare a lot of them away. The rest of them would just turn her do
wn because that kind of missing person search was too high for her to finance. This was a bullet they desperately needed to dodge, or he could face some tough questions from those above him. It wasn't exactly something he wanted to take again so soon after he had to neutralize a runaway a few months ago. It was the last thing he needed, but that's when things like this usually happen. Murphy's Law at work.

  Mr. Carlson was finishing up some paper work, when Mr. Smith came into the room. He looked a little concerned and knocked on the door with a quick and what seemed to be a hurried force. He looked up at Smith for a moment and realized by looking into his worried eyes that he had something important to share with him. The last thing he needed but he waved for Smith to come in and share what he had, "This better be worth my time. The last thing I need is another headache."

  "If what we have here is true, this will give you a migraine." Smith said as he slapped down some photos.

  Carlson took the photos out and had a look. They were of young Jessica Johnson, walking into the building that was known to be Edgar Willis' place of work. He shrugged off the photos, "I'm aware of her visit to Mr. Willis. Why are you showing these to me?"

  "Because I had her tailed," Smith stared, "Edgar Willis was at her place of work this afternoon. These photos were taken two hours ago after that meeting at her work took place. This is her second visit, not her first. She's still there right now."

  Carlson sat back and thought about this for a moment. It doesn't make any sense; Carlson thought to himself as he looked at the photos again, "I thought Willis didn't take any charity cases. Why is he talking to her again?"

  "I'm not sure." Smith replied, "But if he's talking to her and she's visiting him again, this could be trouble. It looks very much like he's taking the case regardless of Ms. Johnson's lack of funds. We don't know what his motives are but I can always look into it."

  "Not a development I wanted to see." Carlson admitted as he sat back in his chair to think. It was the last thing he wanted to hear. It was something he was going to have to work through, like he always did, "Run the usual background check on both him and Mr. Tucker. I want to know why or what happened between then and now to make them want to even hear her out again, let alone take her case."

  "Should we consider moving Mrs. Johnson again, just to be safe?" Smith asked. It seemed like the obvious action to be taken.

  "No." Carlson said as he was actually getting a migraine now, "Leave her where she is. Willis and Tucker might try to look for something like that and we'd be playing right into her hands. Double the detail on her location and read her the riot act. She needs to minimize travel and contact for at least the next six weeks. We have to treat this like an incoming storm. You don't run and risk getting caught up. You bunker in and ride it out. They don't know where she is, and we can keep it that way by not moving around and opening ourselves up to exposure."

  "Makes sense." Smith agreed, "But I recommend we get a new location ready just in case we need to make a quick transfer."

  "Agreed." Carlson said as he went back to his paper work, "Keep that tail on Ms. Johnson and we'll see if this is just a quick inquiry or a long term contract she has with Mr. Willis and Mr. Tucker. I want another update tomorrow."

  "Yes, Sir." Smith said as he took his photos and vacated the office.

  Chapter2

  Carlson watched the young agent leave his office and dart right back to work. He realized that the young man's energy and dedication for his job was what he needed since he himself was starting to slow down. Soon, Carlson thought, he would have to retire and become one of the relocated people he's paid to watch. He was fully aware that someone who knew as much as he did can't be released into general population, that's too risky. Carlson opened a drawer and took out a small container of pills. He popped a few and slammed them down with a swig of Scotch to combat the aching his head. Murphy was now clocking some serious overtime and was starting to get on his last nerve.

  The moment Edgar closed the door, Devon came at him with a vicious right hook that would have torn his head off had it connected. Edgar knew Devon too well as he blocked the incoming shot, grabbed his attacker's arm and used it to fling him over his shoulder and into the wall with a horrendous thud. It took Devon a few moments to shake it off but he got back to his feet and tried again, and the two men blocked punches and kicks for a few seconds. Devon broke things up by head locking Edgar's leg and tossing him through his desk, knocking him and scattering all the stuff from his desk onto the floor. Devon walked over to the other side of the desk, picked Edgar up off the floor and pinned him to the wall. He didn't seem happy at that point, "Why didn't you care to fill us in on this information. Don't you think we deserved to know what kind of trouble you were getting us into before we jumped into things here?"

  Edgar responded with a swift kick to Devon's left knee that caused him to buckle and loosen his grip a little. Edgar than used the moment of freedom to deliver a swift uppercut that connected squarely on Devon's jaw, sending the biker falling to the floor, landing on his back with another ugly thud. After taking a large huff, Devon attempted to get back up. It was something Edgar didn't approve of as he kicked he bounty hunter back to the floor, "Stay right there for a few moments, before I really get angry."

  "When were you going to tell me about all this crap?" Devon sharply asked as he wiped the blood of his chin, "My team and I had a right to know about this. It's one thing to deal with personal body guards, but dealing with covert government agencies is another matter altogether!"

  "You haven't even accepted the job yet, you ignorant son-of-a-bitch!" Edgar yelled back, "Why am I going to give away vital details of the case to someone who isn't even officially on-board yet?"

  "You knew that there was a chance my team might back out if we knew that the doors we might be knocking down happened to be on government property." Devon said without an ounce of regret, "You deserved that shot for being an ignorant, untrusting prick."

  "Well, I'd rather be hated than boring." Edgar said as he didn't give a shit what Devon thought of him, "We had every intention of telling you because your job isn't just to help us with the search but to watch our backs in case some of these wild stories ring true."

  "Do you really believe that brat's theories?" Devon said as he sat up but remained seated on the floor, "Because they sounded really out there."

  "That's what we're hired to do. To find out whether the story is true or if it's just another hare-brained assumption." Edgar crouched down and looked Devon in the eyes, "We may not like each other very much, but I trust you. We have a history that goes a long way, and when doing a job this dangerous I need someone who I completely trust to have my back. In order to look forward and search for the answers, I can't afford to keep looking behind me to make sure everything on my side is all right. I'm going to cover my ass when things get out of control, just in case that nut ball is right. And the fact that your ability to sneak up on someone and hunt them down would be an asset for this kind of case."

  "I don't get it. Why are you tossing so much money my way? She doesn't look that loaded to…" Devon paused as his brain seemed to pick up the pace and answer the question for him, "Someone else is picking up the tab." he spat a little blood out from the side of his mouth, "Give me a name. Who wants us to look for a person that some else just as powerful doesn't want us to find?" Edgar responded by walking out of the room. Devon picked himself off the floor and sat on the corner of the messed up desk and waited for him to return.

  Everyone who was in the conference room came out into the lobby to listen to the fight going on inside Edgar's office. As he walked out, Edgar raised his hand and stopped Tuck from saying anything. Instead he took the manifest away from Jerome, turned around and then walked right back into the office and slammed the door behind him. He handed the piece of paper to Devon and then sat down in his chair. He wiped the sweat from his forehead and huffed out loud, "Just let me know when you come by a name that should be familiar to u
s both."

  Devon scanned the piece of paper and then finally stopped when he reached the name Edgar knew he would recognize, "Sweet fuck." the bounty hunter cursed as it started to all make sense, "I thought that rolling prune wasn't talking to you anymore."

  "That would make two of us, but then he invited me to lunch and gave me that manifest as a peace offering." Edgar reached into a drawer and pulled out his scotch bottle and two shot glasses, "He wants us to take Ms. Johnson's case with the hope that if one of them could be found then so could his daughter."

  "How much is that old bastard paying us to chase this lead?"

  "Enough to make me want to work with you again."

  "That's a lot of money."

  "You have no idea." Edgar said as he passed a full shot glass to Devon. After putting the bottle down, he slammed down his own shot glass, "So are you in?" he quickly asked.

  Devon paused for a moment, "Tuck said all expenses are covered, which means the money you're offering is all take home?"

  "That's correct. What did your team say?"

  "Some are worried about the danger, while others are more than eager to take your money. We're on board with this one Edgar, but I need you to be 100% honest with me or it will only stall any attempt we make at trying to find this person." Devon drained the shot and then slammed his glass down. Edgar took the time to refill it for him, "And I only answer to you because I'm certainly not taking orders from the old fart."

  "He's not going to be here. He wants to keep a low profile."

  "That's the first smart thing I've ever heard him do."

  "For once I happen to agree." Edgar said as their conversation was finally starting to turn pleasant, "I know how you work, and for that reason I know you'll be the best man to for this job. I really hope the team is willing to work with us on this."