June 22, 2014

OK, things are really coming to a head. Today they found black ’95 Accord parked outside the Whitehouse gates with a note saying “For Josh” stuck to the windshield. Guess what, it was a present from either Pyros Lite or that damn Brit assassin, Carl Mash. Whoever sent it hardwired a bomb into the engine in such a way that it was undetectable until they tried to start the car. They lost five people, and Agent Ralph Rosas. He was standing next to the car when it went off; there wasn’t enough of him to send to the morgue.
Rosas’ death hit everyone hard, but especially Agent Vale. We all knew that they were close friends, but when Josh broke the news to her, she literally fell to pieces. Turns out they were more than just close friends and partners, they were engaged! Yeah, Helluva turnout, eh?
And as if the car bomb wasn’t bad enough, that S.O.B. Pyros went and, literally, firebombed the Gold estate! He flew this modified crop-duster over the building and had the tank loaded with some concoction that not only burns hotter’n Hell, it’s about as hard to extinguish. Next time I’m in N.Y. I’m gonna have to look the guy up and see how he likes getting set on fire.
It took, get this, seven hours to put the fire out. And that was with the help of the D.C. fire brigade, and the help of a few trucks we scrambled from the nearest airport. They have all that special foam for putting out airplane fires, so Josh called three in to help.
After the fire was put out, me’n Josh went to give ole Matt our report on the situations. Luckily, no one was seriously injured in the firebombing, so the only men we lost today are the 6 we lost with Carl’s car bomb. Josh explained to Matt about Pyros, but forgot to mention Carl and his exploding Accord trick. But then again, I think Matt was briefed by someone else, and the whole “Carl Mash” connection is really only and assumption me and Josh made, so I guess maybe it just wasn’t necessary.
Did you know the Oval Office doesn’t have a mini-bar? Seriously. I think they might have somethin’ in there for makin’ fancy drinks and all, but no little fridge with a couple Millers, maybe a Mike’s. If I was ever President (which Scarlet assures me will happen when Hell freezes over), the first thing I’d do is boot a little fridge in the Oval Office, right next to my desk, and stock it full of tequila.
Anyways, Josh also told Matt about Agent Vale, who Josh put on indefinite leave until a psych can give her a clean bill of health. Matt sent us off with an “atta boy” and told us to investigate the car bomb.
Josh never said anything about Carl, but I know that’s what he’s thinking. He’ll probably give Wraith a call and see if he knows anything that will be of help. Have I told you about Wraith? Maybe not… Just kinda mentioned him probably.
Well, Wraith is a guy me an’ Josh know since before our time in the Marines. While we were trudging around in trenches, shouldering M16’s, Wraith was in the information business. Wraith has what, I guess, you call perfect recall. Anything he has ever seen, heard, read, or been told he can remember and recite upon request. He also has the ability to crunch numbers and analyze data faster than a lot of computers. Give him a list of events and the details for like a murder or something, Wraith could probably solve it in les than three minutes. And if he can’t solve it its most likely because of lack of details, but he can at least tell you where to look next. Damn useful person to know, and a killer poker player.