Chapter: 4

Informal Origins
January, 16, 2013
CIA HQ, Virginia
17:56
“What is this?” Ian asked Venice Hanke, head of the CIA. Ian was holding up the Death Trigger. “It’s a gun” Hanke said. “I know that! I mean where did it come from… I thought I knew every brand of gun.” “That’s brand new, only 50 in existence. We gave about 10 to Washington D.C, that must be one of them.” Hanke told Ian. “Ok then… how’s Mr. President doing?” Ian asked wondering if he wanted to know the answer. “Fine” Hanke said. “He was shot at point blank range, but the guy that shot had a really bad aim.” Hanke continued. “So how about Rébellion Française , tell me bout’ them.” Ian said. “You are a question box aren’t you? Ok then what do you want to know?” Hanke asked. “Origins.” Ian said. “Wetmore Hotel, Pennsylvania. That’s where the Officer formed his army.” Hanke answered. “Oh… I thought… uh well, I thought the Officer would set his army in a place more… more.” “Formal?” Hanke asked. “Well yeah. The Officer didn’t seem like he would set up his army is a hotel. “Well it’s acutely pure genius!” Hanke said. “No one would bother a business meeting! Plus it was a low-class hotel so low-class security!” Hanke pointed out. “Oh” Ian said.