of June the second will be very long.” he said.”Exactly one week from now.”
“I have to see Harris.” Anderson said and crossed the room to Harris’s office.
He knocked and a voice bellowed for him to enter. Harris waved at him to sit down which Anderson did. He wondered how Harris would react to the news. So much for believing that the mob would not know. Harris had a habit of underestimating those criminals, Anderson thought. Perhaps after this, he would finally believe Anderson and lobby to increase funding for fighting organized crime in the city.
Harris finished his call. He had aged in the five years he had been in this office. Anderson could see wrinkles around his eyes and face which had not been there before. He wore a harassed look all the time. Anderson did not envy him; neither did he have any ambition to run this office.
“What is it Anderson? Today is not a good day, so make it fast.”
Every day was a bad day for Harris, but Anderson resisted pointing that out to him. What he was about to tell him would make it ten times worse.
“I just got word from my sources. They know. The mob know about the cube and they are planning a raid on the night it’ll be at the bank.”
“Oh shit! Goddamit!” Harris let out a stream of expletives. “How did it get out, we’ve been so quiet and careful.”
“Does it have to come to the bank?” Anderson asked.
“Yes. Politics.” Harris said and sighed.
For a moment Anderson felt sorry for his boss. He seemed to have aged by ten years. Anderson had survived the last few weeks by not thinking deeply about the repercussions of the cube being in the wrong hands. With a shiver, Anderson acknowledged if the cube got into the wrong hands it would be a very strong bargaining chip. Even worse, the mob could decide to sell it to the highest bidder. That meant years and years of research gone down the drain.
The cube had to stay safe.
“We’ll do everything in our power to ensure the cube is safe.” Anderson said.
“Of course they know what is in there?” Harris said.
“Yeah, they know.”
“Can you imagine the power they’d have if they got a hold of it?” Harris said.
“And the damage they would do?” Anderson said, feeling his blood start to boil. “It’s a potential disaster, yet those fools have no idea. To them it’s a bargaining chip.”
“It’s a strong bargaining chip. Jesus, if they had it, we’d do anything for them just to get it back.”
“If opened in an uncontrolled environment the explosion could destroy several blocks.” Anderson said softly.
Harris paled. He hadn’t considered what damage inexperienced hands could cause with the cube. He covered his face with his hands. He reached for the phone.
Anderson listened to the call. Harris was talking to his bosses to let them know of the new development. Harris assured whomever he was speaking to that everything was in control. They could handle having the cube in the bank overnight. The fact was, they could secure the cube. More so if they were allowed into the bank overnight. That was the only way Anderson could guarantee the safety of the cube.
“Do you think they can let us into the bank overnight, to guard the cube?” Anderson asked Harris when he finished speaking on the phone.
“I’ll try and convince those egocentric folk over at the bank. They seem to think that we’re too big for our boots.” Harris said. “The headquarters people don’t see what the fuss is all about. Sure it’s bad that word had leaked, but they feel confident we can handle it. And so do I. Anderson, I trust you a hundred percent to ensure this goes well. If it doesn’t, we’ll have this hanging over our heads like a shadow, for as long as we’re in the bureau.”
Anderson’s biggest problem was not his future reputation. People forgot fast. There were new scandals every day. And even if they didn’t forget, he could live with that. With the mob involved, the chances of losing
“I have to see Harris.” Anderson said and crossed the room to Harris’s office.
He knocked and a voice bellowed for him to enter. Harris waved at him to sit down which Anderson did. He wondered how Harris would react to the news. So much for believing that the mob would not know. Harris had a habit of underestimating those criminals, Anderson thought. Perhaps after this, he would finally believe Anderson and lobby to increase funding for fighting organized crime in the city.
Harris finished his call. He had aged in the five years he had been in this office. Anderson could see wrinkles around his eyes and face which had not been there before. He wore a harassed look all the time. Anderson did not envy him; neither did he have any ambition to run this office.
“What is it Anderson? Today is not a good day, so make it fast.”
Every day was a bad day for Harris, but Anderson resisted pointing that out to him. What he was about to tell him would make it ten times worse.
“I just got word from my sources. They know. The mob know about the cube and they are planning a raid on the night it’ll be at the bank.”
“Oh shit! Goddamit!” Harris let out a stream of expletives. “How did it get out, we’ve been so quiet and careful.”
“Does it have to come to the bank?” Anderson asked.
“Yes. Politics.” Harris said and sighed.
For a moment Anderson felt sorry for his boss. He seemed to have aged by ten years. Anderson had survived the last few weeks by not thinking deeply about the repercussions of the cube being in the wrong hands. With a shiver, Anderson acknowledged if the cube got into the wrong hands it would be a very strong bargaining chip. Even worse, the mob could decide to sell it to the highest bidder. That meant years and years of research gone down the drain.
The cube had to stay safe.
“We’ll do everything in our power to ensure the cube is safe.” Anderson said.
“Of course they know what is in there?” Harris said.
“Yeah, they know.”
“Can you imagine the power they’d have if they got a hold of it?” Harris said.
“And the damage they would do?” Anderson said, feeling his blood start to boil. “It’s a potential disaster, yet those fools have no idea. To them it’s a bargaining chip.”
“It’s a strong bargaining chip. Jesus, if they had it, we’d do anything for them just to get it back.”
“If opened in an uncontrolled environment the explosion could destroy several blocks.” Anderson said softly.
Harris paled. He hadn’t considered what damage inexperienced hands could cause with the cube. He covered his face with his hands. He reached for the phone.
Anderson listened to the call. Harris was talking to his bosses to let them know of the new development. Harris assured whomever he was speaking to that everything was in control. They could handle having the cube in the bank overnight. The fact was, they could secure the cube. More so if they were allowed into the bank overnight. That was the only way Anderson could guarantee the safety of the cube.
“Do you think they can let us into the bank overnight, to guard the cube?” Anderson asked Harris when he finished speaking on the phone.
“I’ll try and convince those egocentric folk over at the bank. They seem to think that we’re too big for our boots.” Harris said. “The headquarters people don’t see what the fuss is all about. Sure it’s bad that word had leaked, but they feel confident we can handle it. And so do I. Anderson, I trust you a hundred percent to ensure this goes well. If it doesn’t, we’ll have this hanging over our heads like a shadow, for as long as we’re in the bureau.”
Anderson’s biggest problem was not his future reputation. People forgot fast. There were new scandals every day. And even if they didn’t forget, he could live with that. With the mob involved, the chances of losing
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