The beeping from your coffeepot alerts You that the brewing is complete. You pull away from your laptop computer screen and pour a fresh cup. Maybe coffee will help You focus. For the past couple of months You have been toying with the idea of writing an autobiography. You would begin with your humble birth and somewhat uneventful childhood, and then progress into detailing your exceptional career as the world’s finest cryptologist. Last night You finally decided to begin the project…but try as You might the words haven’t exactly been flowing.
Now You sit and stare at the keyboard again. Somehow that layout of letters, numbers and symbols can be ordered into amazing novels, gripping adventures, detailed technical information and more. They say an infinite number of monkeys at an infinite number of keyboards would eventually type out all of Shakespeare’s plays. They would also type out every one of his plays in perfect code…eventually. Sigh. Right now You could use a bunch of monkeys to just help You get started. Your head swirls and the keyboard seems to start spinning too. Ugh. Maybe it is time to take a break…
Knock! Knock! Knock!
You answer the door and find Special Agent Jones of the CIA at your door. Uh oh. Jones usually only visits when the CIA is stumped by a difficult coded message. That’s when they turn to You.
You exchange greetings and pour Jones a cup of the freshly brewed Costa Rican blend. You offer Jones a seat and the Special Agent tells You his story.
Agent Lynch of the CIA had been working undercover trying to infiltrate a group of spies. Several weeks ago the man disappeared. Such vanishings are not unusual in undercover work. It was assumed that Lynch would contact the CIA with information at some point. He did. A week ago Tuesday Lynch appeared at the door of the CIA offices in Reston, Virginia. He stumbled into the reception area and collapsed to the floor. The poor young man had been shot through the back. A trail of blood led from a nearby park to the door. Lynch died moments later. But before the unfortunate man expired he said the following:
“They have got a spy in the White House…”
Jones pauses in his tale to take a sip of coffee.
A spy in the White House! That is serious business. A thorough investigation of anyone with any connection to the White House was immediately instigated. Every man woman and child received intense scrutiny. The work paid off, and it was discovered that a man hired on recently as a janitor was actually not who he was supposed to be. The suspect was going by the name of Henry Weeks. The CIA learned that the real Henry Weeks had been killed years earlier in a fire in Nevada. This man was an imposter.
Agents raced to the White House and confronted Weeks, who tried to escape. He was cornered in the West Wing. As the CIA men approached with weapons drawn, the false janitor took a suicide pill, and died on the spot!
Exhaustive research over the past few days has produced no results. Studies from security cameras show that Weeks, who began work at the beginning of June, has seemed to do little other than clean. The White House has been checked completely, and has been declared free of any kind of danger. No listening devices have been planted. No bombs, poisons or the like. And no one has been able to identify the man posing as Weeks. The CIA has no idea what faux-Week’s agenda might have been. As a janitor he would have had no access to state secrets. Who was Weeks really? What was he up to?
“Are there no clues at all?” You inquire.
“Two clues,” Jones replies. “A large circle was tattooed on the dead chap’s chest. Our experts say it was done within the past year. And we also found a coded message in the janitor’s pocket.”
“What makes the CIA think the tattoo is of importance?” You ask.
Jones shrugs his shoulders. “Last year, after a shoot-out near the Pentagon, we had a dead spy with a large L-shaped tattoo on his chest. This man was also never identified. The tattooing work seems identical.”
You sigh. “I suppose the CIA wants me to try and decipher the mysterious coded message, right?”
“Yes, Our team has had no luck breaking the code, so we are again coming to You. Just think of it as another chapter for your book,” says Jones with a grin.
So can You be a hero again?
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