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From: dwomack@runner.utsa.edu (Jones)
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Subject: [CIA] - Jones - A fellow spook?
Date: 19 Oct 1994 01:16:27 GMT
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 > 
 > In a flash his Glock 17 is drawn and the trigger is pulled. Too late 
 > he realises he has already spent his ammunition. Barrel of the weapon 

As the Glock's trigger is pulled, Jones pulls his own Baretta 92F (threaded
for silencer) and points it at the stranger...his finger squeezes
the trigger...but something about this stranger causes a moment's
hesitation...

 > drops and the red headed man cringes away. Muttering under his voice,
 > "Leave me alone, get out of my head, What are you doing to me? Who 
 > are these people? My medication, My tablets. I'm hallucinating, this 
 > is not real." He rummages through his bag pulls out a jar marked 
 > Lithium Carbonate, tips two tablets into his hand, puts them in is 
 > mouth and swallows. "Nothings happening, go away, go away. Leave me 
 > alone." He screams to the heavens "Please get out of my head."

Jones grinned as he thought {This guy's almost as crazy as I am!}

 > 
 > :These sound like the ravings of an unstable man and you may be right. 
 > :But Jones who already had suspicions about the man profession noticed 
 > :a glint of metal, blued in finish, from the bag as the man looked 
 > :through it.
 > 
 > The man now seems to have calmed down, however his head is swimming 
 > not only from the knock that he took in the battle but also due to 
 > the fact that his last memory places him in a city far far away. He 
 > decides to take control of this situation and stands.
 > 
 > "My name is Henderson, Ex-special operations unit of the United 
 > States army. I am very confused at the moment but as you have seen my 
 > ammunition is gone. I see that you are armed and I ask are you on my 
 > side. If not at least do me the honour of allowing me to take my own 
 > life." His sharp gaze wanders across the group, there is a hint of 
 > madness in them but it is subdued. In his mind he wonders. What will 
 > happen next.  
 >
Jones grins and says "Well now, Henderson...funny running into
you.  I'm out of Langley...ex Company, now I work on a contract
basis.  We're delivering some humanitarian aid to a few deserving
natives...<Jones' grin fades, as he continues>...maybe you could
enlighten us as to how you showed up in the middle of a covert
operation; apparently associated with the other side...."

"By the way" Jones asks "which spec-ops group are you out of?
Snake eater?  <Special Forces>, Squid? <Seals>, or somebody else...?"