In The Midnight Of His Heart
By AL BRUNO III
August 31, 1993
After leaving the police station John went to a pay phone and called the number on the card.
The voice on the other end was cool and efficient, “May I help you?”
“Gawain Wight please.”
“Please hold.” The line clicked and whirred.
They’re tracing the call. John realized.
“John Sig.” Gawain Wight said, “Good to hear from you.”
“I’ve got your little message. You said you could help me out.”
“I think we can both help each other out. Wait right where you are. I’m sending a car and one of my very best men to pick you up.”
“I don’t have time for any nonsense.”
Gawain laughed, said “This isn’t nonsense I promise you.” and then hung up.
A car arrived ten minutes later, a car with government plates. A blond man got out of the passenger side door and ushered him inside. For a moment John wanted nothing more than to run, feeling like he was caught in a trap that was drawing tight. What makes you want me so bad Gawain? I’m a relic and a broken one at that.
John got into the car, the blonde haired man slipped in beside him. There was a slight bulge near the armpit of his dark suit, and John wondered idylly what kind of bullets he was packing. Regular or expensive? When he spoke, his accent was pure Massachusetts “My name is Brian Hayes, I’m a special agent with Project Pharos.”
“I guessed as much.” John replied. Brian Hayes tapped the driver’s shoulder twice and the car pulled into traffic with a screech of tires. They headed for the interstate on ramp. As a mental exercise John tried to gauge how many seconds it would take for him to disarm and kill this ‘Special Agent’ “Where are we going?”
“The airport.” Brian Hayes leaned back in his seat, “Gawain is waiting for us at the staging area.”
“Staging area?” John raised his eyebrows, he didn’t like the sound of this at all.
“Let’s just say that your call couldn’t have come at a better time.” he leaned forward, a conspiratorial smile ion his lips, “And if I may say so this is a real pleasure, I’ve read your file of course. At first I didn’t believe all of it but now to meet you in the flesh. You look amazingly good for a man your age.”
John turned his attention to the windows, “If you’ve read my file than you know I don’t much care for inane small talk.”
When they arrived at the airport he was escorted to a Learjet, ten minutes later he and the already-insufferable Agent Hayes were airborne. Budget cuts eh? Well I see that Project Pharos still has a few toys left to play with. John thought as he sunk back into his plush seat and willed himself to relax, willed himself to rest. He could feel Brian Hayes watching him, observing him like he was a specimen under a microscope. He probably thinks I’m afraid to fly. John decided He probably thinks that crazy old Agent Sig had to be dragged kicking and screaming onto the plane. Actually that was Phil.
John’s only real concern was Angie. Was she in danger while he was out on this fool’s errand? Could she afford the time he was wasting? He supposed he had no choice. He closed his eyes and after a little while he was dreaming of her.