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| ISBN-13: | 9781468534665 |
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| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication date: | 03/01/2012 |
| Sold by: | Barnes & Noble |
| Format: | eBook |
| Pages: | 144 |
| File size: | 212 KB |
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The Mediocre Life of Jordan Gaites
By Robin J. McKay
AuthorHouse
Copyright © 2012 Robin J. McKayAll right reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4685-3465-8
Chapter One
Old Friends
Our finest crystal adorned the dining room table fitted with the tablecloth my wife Marcy had purchased earlier today. This would only be the second occasion we've had to break out the fine china I got Marcy last year for Christmas. We weren't much for entertaining, and it just never seemed right to use the fine china for just a meal for the two of us. I slowly toured the house to see if there was anything else out of place for this evening's engagement. I've looked forward to this evening for over two weeks now. Jack Lambert, my closest and dearest high school buddy was coming over for dinner. He was attending a cosmetic surgery convention in Los Angeles for the weekend and thought it was an opportune time to catch up. Jack had always excelled in everything he did. What made Jack so special to me was the fact he never relished in his successes. On the other hand, I fired off rockets and flares on those rare occasions that I bested him in some trivial task like flicking bottle caps into a trash can or seeing who could drink a large glass of milk the quickest. Now I had the monumental task of convincing him that I had also been successful in life since our high school graduation 10 years earlier. Much has happened since Jack and I graduated from high school.
After high school Jack went on to graduate from Harvard with honors without even really having a firm plan for his career. Eventually he decided on cosmetic surgery and went on to get his doctorate to become one of the best cosmetic surgeons our country has ever seen. Jack had set up his practice in Chicago and wealthy patients from all over the world came to him for adjustments to their personal appearance. I stayed in touch with Jack via email and while I feigned ignorance on his achievements in our emails, I actually tracked his success with the same intense interest I tracked his achievements in our school days. It was somewhat of a relief that I was no longer in competition with him for popularity though. Even though I was happy for his success I still couldn't help but feel the jealousy that instilled the competition that highlighted our friendship in our youth.
I, on the other hand went into law enforcement right after high school. I had always enjoyed puzzles and brain teasers as a kid, and then became intensely interested in detective movies as I grew older. I always prided myself in being able to identify the guilty person by the clues before the show revealed who the culprit was. Becoming a detective was my dream, so I entered the Los Angeles police academy. I graduated with honors and was well on my way to a brilliant and exciting career in law enforcement. I spent three years walking a beat biding my time while studying for the detective exam. Eventually I got recommended to take the exam and I passed it the first time I took it. This was only the first hurdle to becoming a detective. Detective applications still had to be reviewed by a board and I patiently waited for another three weeks after passing the exam to hear the board results. When the good news came it meant that I would officially become the youngest member of the Los Angeles police force to make detective. But fate can play mean tricks on you. Becoming a detective evidently just wasn't in the cards for me. One unfortunate day six years ago would now change my life forever. It was Friday of my last week on the beat and I would move to my new desk the following Monday. My mind was pre-occupied with how big a change my new position would be when I responded to a silent alarm from the 9th street Wells Fargo bank. I arrived just in time to intercept four bank robbers as they were leaving the bank. A long fierce gun battle ensued. While I was able to keep them pinned down until back-up arrived, I took a shot to the hip and an innocent by- stander was shot and killed by one of the suspects. While unofficially I was considered a hero by my fellow officers, the precinct was forced to condemn my actions based on the death of an innocent bystander and the massive damage done to cars and surrounding businesses from gunfire. Seems the local news stations were comparing me to Dirty Harry leaving death and mayhem all over the city's streets. My wound wasn't bad and I was ready to go back to the precinct in under a week, but I was still given an additional week of administrative leave by my Captain while they completed their internal investigation of my actions. My Captain called me two days prior to my return to work to inform me I had been cleared of any misconduct. He informed me that no punitive actions would be leveled against me. When I returned to the precinct that following week expecting to move into my new detective's position I was called into the Captain's office. I assumed I was going to be briefed on my new assignment and possibly receive a hand shake over my success in breaking up the bank robbery. But instead I was told that I was no longer considered to be detective material. What was even more humiliating was that this was done in the presence of a complete stranger standing next to my Captain. The Captain explained to me that the public would rather I had let the robbers escape if it would have saved the life of that bystander caught in the cross-fire. The Mayor was also concerned with all the gunfire damage to the surrounding businesses which he attributed to my reckless heroism. It seems the Los Angeles police force was again in the media spot-light and politics dictated that the force make an example of me. After delivering this bad news the Captain then introduced me to Mr. Dove standing next to him and then promptly stood up and left his office closing the door behind him. I wondered what part Mr. Dove would play in the department's obligation to make an example out of me. But instead he explained to me that he was not associated with the Police Department and was instead a representative from the CIA. He went on to explain that they were impressed by my detective exam scores. He acknowledged that while the public might not be impressed with the way I handled the bank job, the CIA was more interested in the details of my written report. Mr. Dove said that it was evident from my report that my handling of the situation was more instinctive than procedural. He said I used several tactics not taught in police training to keep four bank robbers at bay for almost 15 minutes until back-up arrived. It seems that the section of the detective exam involving analytical skills was what I excelled in most, and that was the particular area the CIA screened potential applicants for. Mr. Dove also explained to me that while the incident was going to be a blemish on my police force career it had no bearing on the CIA's interest in me. He said that if I were to consider joining the CIA I had the potential to rise through the ranks rapidly considering my ability to think and react quickly in stressful situations. He explained to me that the CIA had been considering me as a potential recruit even prior to the bank shoot-out. Having grown quite dissatisfied with being on the beat, and now anticipating that my application for detective would never be accepted, I chose to accept Mr. Dove's proposal.
The first 18 months of my career in the CIA were quite interesting though not necessarily exciting. I went through six months of training and then a little over a year doing some fairly boring operative work which was mostly just footwork and surveillance. But the next three years after that were quite different. I worked for the CIA for a total of five years of which the last two involved what most people would call black-ops. I did many things during those last two years I am not proud of. But I rationalized that my actions were in the best interest of the security of the United States. During this short and incredibly exciting career in the CIA two events happened as I reached my four year point. The first was running into Marcy, my high-school sweetheart. We had lunch together to reminisce and I didn't foresee the almost instant rekindling of our romance. Our high-school romance fizzled when she moved out of state to go to college and after four months of corresponding by mail we agreed to see other people. I had assumed she never returned to Los Angeles after college and then had a chance encounter with her at an espresso stand. It seems she had dreams of becoming a psychologist but ran out of funds for her education and returned to Los Angeles where she had been waitressing ever since leaving college. She mentioned thinking of looking me up a couple of times, but decided that I was probably a very successful person who wouldn't be interested in a relationship with a struggling waitress. After only one date with Marcy I was convinced that she was what was missing in my life. But now I had a huge dilemma. A romantic involvement at that point in my career was strictly forbidden and considered a security risk. While I was pondering the predicament I was in with my renewed infatuation with Marcy, the second event I mentioned earlier came up. An assignment opportunity was presented to me by the agency. The agency picked their four top covert field agents to present this assignment to. It was strictly a voluntary assignment because the assignment only had two possible outcomes. Either the agent would be captured and most likely executed as a spy while the United States denied any knowledge of the agent's activities, or if the assignment was successful the agency would be forced to discharge the agent from the CIA to protect itself. The agency assured the four of us that if the assignment was successful the monetary compensation would more than make up for the fact that whoever took the assignment would no longer be able to work for the CIA. Plausible deniability was a key aspect to black-ops. If the details of the assignment were ever to become public knowledge the agency required the ability to deny responsibility for the agent's actions. The agency wanted to be able to show that they discharged those involved immediately when the event happened. The agency could successfully sell a 'rogue agent' story and protect themselves if the actions of the agent became public at a later date, but only if they could show the agent was discharged as soon as his actions became known to the agency. Waiting until the story became public knowledge to take action would be too late to try and sell the 'rogue agent' story. The plausible deniability story required that the agency produce a legitimate paper trail showing the agency. While the severity of the actions of the agent might be considered criminal by some, the CIA would cite 'in the interest of national security' as an excuse for not prosecuting the agent. The monetary compensation for the agent would be well-hidden in a myriad of paperwork. This was the out I was looking for that would allow me to pursue a relationship with Marcy again. The only down side would be that once again, if my assignment ever became public, I would be denounced in public and praised in private. Just like the bank job with the Los Angeles police force. I met up with Marcy before my assignment and shared with her that there was something very important that I needed to do that would not allow me to be in contact with her for almost two months. I stressed that I was extremely interested in progressing our renewed relationship and I was doing something for the United States Government that would allow me to devote my full attention to her when I finished the assignment. I also stressed that this would be a very lucrative venture though I doubt Marcy was that impressed by money. While Marcy was uncomfortable with my inability to share my work with her, she assured me she would be waiting for me when I returned. Needless to say, the assignment was extremely successful or I wouldn't be sharing this story with you. While the agency was sorry to see me go, they rewarded me greatly for my success on that last assignment. My monetary compensation was buried in what the record would show was a series of very successful stock investments. I spent three days going through debriefings and signing non-disclosure agreements upon my return from the assignment. Those three days seemed to drag on forever since the only thing on my mind at that time was hooking back up with Marcy. Once I was actually out the door my intense interest in the CIA was replaced by my intense interest in Marcy. I proposed to Marcy three weeks after returning from the Middle East and she accepted. While I did not share the specifics of my assignments with her I did share with Marcy some generalities about my work with the CIA and my reason for leaving. She also resisted the questions she did not want to know the answers to, such as if I was required to kill anyone during my assignments.
But eventually even Marcy could not provide everything I needed in life. I still longed for mystery and intrigue. But something a little less life- threatening than covert ops was my goal. I didn't need anything to generate a lot of income since the CIA pretty much assured I would never again be in need of finances. So I eventually decided to convert my law enforcement and CIA cloak and dagger skills into a small private detective agency. This was more so to relieve my boredom than for anything else. While watching TV murder mysteries and working on brain teasers in a book did appease my boredom, they did very little in the form of physical exercise. I had no desire to become a couch potato before I reached my 30th birthday. But in reality, the appeal of being a Private Detective was not quite what I had imagined. So far my assignments have been limited to spying on unfaithful spouses, digging up dirt on business associates and finding missing persons that really weren't missing but only wished to be left alone. While not the same excitement of either my beat on the police force or my covert CIA missions, it at least kept me active. I've always considered my life to be a success despite the public disgrace of the botched bank job shoot-out. A wonderful wife, a moderately sized house, brown Labrador retriever in the back yard; I'm living the dream. But unfortunately, compared to Jack my life now was the epitome of mediocrity. Life as a private detective is infinitely more mundane than made out on TV shows. I am sure Jack would be impressed with the details of my assignments in the CIA, but unfortunately I would be unable to share them with him. The irony was that even though I finally had experiences that would trump Jack's, I couldn't even share them with him.
Now Jack was coming over for dinner and while I did not anticipate the same competition we experienced in high school, most certainly he would gather some indication of my life successes from my home surroundings. I dusted off my police trophies and certificates and moved a few of them out to the living room's fireplace mantle for this auspicious occasion. I meticulously moved furniture and decorations trying to come up with an arrangement to make our humble dwelling look more appealing to what I thought would be Jack's fine taste. But no matter how much I rearranged I could not make our dwelling look any more prosperous than it was. While my CIA pension certainly allowed Marcy and I to have a much more luxurious life-style, it just wasn't us. We would always still eat out at fast-food restaurants and wear Levi jeans. The lavish life-style that Jack was used to as evident by the various magazine articles I had read up on suddenly made the life-style I was so proud of look drab in comparison.
But my proudest achievement? Marcy! I prominently displayed our wedding pictures by the hutch that Jack would see as he entered the front door. It was not necessarily an attempt to rub Jack's nose in the fact that I won the heart of a girl we both had eyes for in our school days, but more of a gesture to show Jack that I will never forget what an impact his friendship has been on my life. Jack played an important part in my life by introducing Marcy to me in junior high. Jack knew I was shy with the girls and set me up with Marcy for our 8th grade prom even though it was obvious he found her just as attractive and I did back then. But now, knowing that Jack was still single, there was also the subtle hope that this might be one aspect of my life that Jack might envy.
(Continues...)
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Table of Contents
Contents
Chapter 1 Old Friends....................1Chapter 2 The Circumstances Surrounding Jack's Death....................18
Chapter 3 The Windy City....................29
Chapter 4 Jack's Associates....................46
Chapter 5 The Deloreon Mystery....................53
Chapter 6 Earl Vedder....................60
Chapter 7 Top-Security....................69
Chapter 8 Assault Preparations....................80
Chapter 9 Assault North Cat Cay Island....................83
Chapter 10 Awakening....................98
Chapter 11 Home Again....................108
Chapter 12 Juan's Story....................116
Chapter 13 No Way Out....................124