Electra Chapter 19 #2
“Jesus Christ, Whitehall, do you even hear yourself? You fucking can’t risk your agent.
As for the FBI not having a leak, you’re stupid if you believe that without investigating and finding proof one way or the other.
Never make assumptions. And in case you’re even dumber than you’re acting, try to remove her from the compound, and her old man and his brothers will fight to keep her.
You don’t want to be tangled up in this,” Anderson warned him.
“Oh, I’m stupid, you say. Well, you need to see these people more clearly. And if they try to prevent her from leaving, they’ll have the agency crawling all over them, and they’ll go to prison,” Whitehall informed him smugly.
“No, they won’t. They have more backing than you know. Don’t make them prove it. Leave her here and let’s plan for how to catch these bastards and whoever leaked her identity,” Anderson growled.
“I told you, there will be agents around in case this is a true threat. With her in the safe house, we’ll be free to find and arrest them. If you think a bunch of bikers can match the FBI, you’re stupid,” Whitehall snapped.
“Who said anything about just bikers? Though with this bunch and their pals, they are an army,” Anderson replied.
“Who else would help them?” the director snapped. His temper was evident in the redness of his face.
The smile that Anderson gave him was chilling. He leaned slightly across the table, as if he would lean over it to grab the director on the other side of it.
“They’ll have the backing of my team, and I can assure you, a presidential decree will outweigh anything you have.
Agent Prescott will stay here under the care of the Horsemen of Wrath MC.
The other Horsemen and bikers from various other clubs will be asked to help with the protection detail and assist in eliminating these organ traders.
The president sees these traffickers as not only criminals but a threat to our nation. He wants them gone.”
The redness in Whitehall’s face drained away to pallor. He swallowed. “The president?” he asked hoarsely.
“Yeah, you know, POTUS. Here, I can show you the presidential decree he issued regarding all this, bearing his signature and stamp. I’m not refusing to follow the orders of our Commander-in-Chief,” Anderson told him.
I felt like Anderson was digging in a proverbial knife.
He wasn’t playing, and he intended to get his way.
Since his way would give me the best chance of survival and allow the Horsemen to be involved, I was thrilled.
Watching the man work was fascinating. It increased my desire to know more about him and his team.
“No, no, that’s not necessary. I had no idea that the president had been made aware of this and issued anything,” my director stated.
“That’s one of the reasons I’m here—to pass along the information.
I hope you understand that POTUS doesn’t want the FBI involved in this case more than needed.
We can’t be too careful with the possibility of a traitor in your midst. And he left it to me to decide who was needed.
Obviously, Agent Prescott will be involved, along with Special Agent Boone as well. ”
When he paused, Whitehall jumped in. “And I’ll be here to assist on the back end of things with you. That gives you three. I can bring in a few more.”
“Did you not hear me? There isn’t going to be more FBI, and I decide who participates. You aren’t invited to be a part of this,” Anderson informed him.
“That’s utter bullshit, Anderson. This woman is my agent. It’s my duty to protect her and find the guilty ones. You have no right to exclude me,” Whitehall snarled. I wondered if we were about to witness a fistfight.
“If you hadn’t come in here thinking you knew it all and making demands, maybe I would’ve included you.
However, you sneer at me and put down the men I’ve worked with on several occasions.
You have no clue what they’ve done to protect the innocent and this country.
You don’t shit on that, then rub our noses in it and expect us to smile and say sure, hang with us.
Besides, I’m associated with dirty bikers that you can’t stand.
We wouldn’t want to contaminate your pristine agency and reputation, so I’ll take my dirty biker friends and work without you and your agency.
Face it, my team has more authority anyway. ”
Whitehall shoved back his chair and came to his feet. He was seething. He leaned on the table. His fists were planted on the tabletop, knuckles white.
“You think you’re untouchable, Anderson, but one of these days, someone will knock you off that pedestal you sit on. And when they do, I’ll cheer. It may not be me, but I pray I’m here to witness it.”
“Someone may well do that, but it sure the fuck won’t be you or anyone like you. Go home. Leave this to the real experts. We have work to do, and you’re wasting our time. Goodbye.” Anderson waved dismissively to him.
Our director stood there, as if frozen, staring at Anderson. Finally, he blinked, scanned the rest of the table, pausing at me, then he turned on his heel and stomped to the door. He was about to fling it open when Anderson called after him.
“Oh, and Whitehall, just a notice. If we see any of your agents slinking around, you won’t like the consequences.
Everyone not on my team is to get and stay out of the area until I say otherwise.
Do you understand? We don’t need more lives in danger or becoming collateral damage.
And we don’t need to be doing one thing and your people another.
You’ll get them and us killed if you refuse to listen. ”
“I fucking understand. Good luck, Agent Prescott. You’re gonna need it. You’re a fool to put your trust in a bunch of bikers, and this man,” Whitehall spat as he stood there, holding the door open.
“I believe they’re the best bunch to trust for survival, sir,” I informed him.
I almost choked on how proper and calm I sounded. Inside, I was a volcano. The director muttered something no one could hear as he finished making his grand exit. No one moved or said a word until the door was completely shut and he had time to get in his car and leave.
There was an audible sigh, and bodies sagged when Darian, who happened to be behind the bar, said, “He’s left. The gate just shut.” He was able to see that on the security screen.
“About time. What a goddamn pompous asshole,” Dare said.
“He sure thought this was going to turn out differently.” Butcher snickered.
“Anderson, I’m glad you were here. We wouldn’t have let Electra go, but the fight would’ve caused casualties on both sides. This way, there’s hope he’s smart enough to keep himself and his agents away,” Diablo told the mystery man.
Anderson shook his head. “I wish I felt secure that he will, but something tells me he’ll try to get eyes and ears in here.
He’s curious and wondering if we’re doing what we shouldn’t.
And I know you and the other clubs. You will, but it’ll be for an excellent reason, and the end result is one that I and our government can live with.
We work in the morally gray, but I’m okay with it.
“Okay, enough of that. Let’s get started. Tell me what you’ve done, and then I’ll let you know what I think of it and who I brought with me versus who is yet to come. After that, we can work on bringing in more. I’m wondering. Is it possible to get some coffee? I think better when I have caffeine.”
I was about to offer to make some when Darian and Boden both called out, “We’ll make some. Does anyone else want something?”
From there, it was crazy as we placed orders.
I got up to help the prospects. I acted as a waitress, which they protested, but I ignored them.
I’d been one back in high school and college.
I knew how to get it done. Hustling around, in less time than I imagined, everyone was accounted for and sitting or standing around the room.
Even though Jauhnna and Paige weren’t there, they came to the rescue with two large platters covered in pastries that had been left behind in the fridge.
A pile of napkins and paper plates was set in the middle, next to the platters.
There were sounds of appreciation as most individuals grabbed what they wanted.
I noticed Anderson was eating one in between his sips of coffee.
He appeared amused by some of the Horsemen’s antics.
“Alright, that’s enough! We’re starting,” Diablo shouted.
Immediately, silence descended, and all eyes were on Anderson and Diablo, with darted glances at me and Swerve. Here it goes.