messed up situations, but this was clearly insanity on top of insanity, any second he thought he was going to wake up from a very bad dream, except he kept catching a whiff of the Director’s early morning coffee breath which meant this was really happening.
“That also is not going to happen Agent Mercer,” Director Rosen responded.
“Instead what’s going to happen is Agent Slater is going to shoot and kill your partner and friend of twenty-four years while you who haven’t fired your service fire arm in ten years watch. He will then probably kill you despite your current “advantage” on him, and anyone else who happens to draw on him till finally I give the order for him to stop,” Director Rosen continued to explain, “We will then most likely be arrested by whoever is still alive on your team, or the local authority present. We’ll probably spend no more than three hours in a holding cell before released with no charges, while you and your partner share toe tags in the county morgue. Your family, friends, and associates will mourn and bury you, and nothing else further will come of this incident. Or Agent Slater kills your partner, you kill him, arrest me, I still spend three hours in a cell, and you get to watch me released with no charges brought against me, while your partner here lies in the morgue with a toe tag.”
The Director then proposed another option as he stared down Armitage, “The other alternative is you lower your weapon, we take what we came for, leave, and in a couple of hours you will receive a phone call from your Executive Assistant Director Douglas Edward King, who will tell you he just received a call from his boss. Telling him, he received a call from higher authorities within our government ordering you to neither engage nor interfere with us ever again. In either scenario I just presented I will be proven correct, you decide which one plays out.”
“How about the scenario where I blow your goddamn head off after killing this son of a bitch?” bit back Dustin.
“Interesting scenario,” confirmed the Director, “But in that one your partner is still dead…can you live with that? And if you’re thinking of just shooting Agent Slater outright and dealing with the consequences later…please remember there is a gun also pointed at your head.”
Mercer was reminded by the clicking sound of a Sig Sauer P226‘s hammer cocked back by a female agent on Director Rosen’s team. She held it steadily trained at his head from behind. Two more of the Director’s agents covered her in a standoff with two of Armitage and Mercer’s agents along with a couple of Gatesville’s finest in the hallway. Checkmate all around in the Director’s favor.
In all of the commotion, the short Santa looking man now in a white forensics lab coat with his three-person team appeared huddle together with nervous looks on their faces as it was apparent they were in the middle of a Mexican stand-off.
He swallowed hard as he announced with his thick German accent, “We have acquired the samples…”
“Thank you Doctor,” acknowledged the Director as he now gave Mark the “your move” look.
Armitage locked eyes with Mercer communicating that despite they were the designated law and order in the vicinity, it was best to fight another day. Armitage had no fear of a gun pointed at him, but Dustin had a family. Although Dustin also did not give a damn either about getting into a fight, testing the arrogant son of bitch’s prophesy was not worth agent blood, especially his friend, and even though he did not show it, the fact that he knew so much about them unnerved Mark.
“Stand down everyone…stand down,” Dustin motioned to the other agents under him as everyone slowly lowered their weapons except for Agent Slater and his agents who continued to keep their guns raised; Mercer kept his finger on the trigger ready to go despite the gun pointed at the back of his head.
“Please know