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See No Evil: Part 1 – Day One
“With the rise in hate-based violence in America and the growing sophistication of anti-Semititic groups, CIFA has become increasingly interested in the connections between extremist political groups and those groups who carry out hate crimes,” explained Hammer on the drive over. “We’re conducting a small surveillance operation on four members of a group known as The Review, an organization mainly devoted to Holocaust denial. These four men have been selected to speak at a special presentation in New York City, to be held at the Merriweather Center on the corner of 8th and 41st just off Times Square. Majestic-12 believes that The Review, and possibly one or more of the four men under surveillance, may have links to other, more sinister organizations that plan and carry out unlawful activities.”
“Why do you need me?” asked Archive.
“Have you ever heard of the Protocols of the Elders of Zion?”
Archive nodded. “That supposed global Jewish conspiracy? Sure, it’s a forgery. The twenty four Protocols are posited as instructions to a new Elder, outlining how the group will control the world. But it’s long since been discredited—“
“The Review doesn’t think so,” said Hammer. “Your experience with the occult will be critical. Besides, we needed a fourth man for the op. We’ve got Jim-Bean and Caprice …”
“Guppy?”
Hammer shook his head. “Guppy’s … taking some mental health leave.”
Archive nodded. It sounded serious.
They drove on in silence until Archive burst out into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” asked Hammer.
“I just realized … I think this is my first official mission for CIFA, and now I’m not an official agent!” Archive shook his head in disbelief.
“Speaking of that …” Hammer’s expression turned serious. “No more cistron. Look in the glove box.”
Archive rifled through the glove box and came up with a cell phone.
“That cell phone’s untraceable. I’ve got one as well. That’s what we use to communicate. You can’t call me on the cistron, obviously. Got a weapon?”
Archive pulled a Glock out of his pocket.
Hammer’s brow furrowed. “How did you slip that past the police?”
“It wasn’t a gun when they had it,” said Archive with a smirk.
“With the rise in hate-based violence in America and the growing sophistication of anti-Semititic groups, CIFA has become increasingly interested in the connections between extremist political groups and those groups who carry out hate crimes,” explained Hammer on the drive over. “We’re conducting a small surveillance operation on four members of a group known as The Review, an organization mainly devoted to Holocaust denial. These four men have been selected to speak at a special presentation in New York City, to be held at the Merriweather Center on the corner of 8th and 41st just off Times Square. Majestic-12 believes that The Review, and possibly one or more of the four men under surveillance, may have links to other, more sinister organizations that plan and carry out unlawful activities.”
“Why do you need me?” asked Archive.
“Have you ever heard of the Protocols of the Elders of Zion?”
Archive nodded. “That supposed global Jewish conspiracy? Sure, it’s a forgery. The twenty four Protocols are posited as instructions to a new Elder, outlining how the group will control the world. But it’s long since been discredited—“
“The Review doesn’t think so,” said Hammer. “Your experience with the occult will be critical. Besides, we needed a fourth man for the op. We’ve got Jim-Bean and Caprice …”
“Guppy?”
Hammer shook his head. “Guppy’s … taking some mental health leave.”
Archive nodded. It sounded serious.
They drove on in silence until Archive burst out into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” asked Hammer.
“I just realized … I think this is my first official mission for CIFA, and now I’m not an official agent!” Archive shook his head in disbelief.
“Speaking of that …” Hammer’s expression turned serious. “No more cistron. Look in the glove box.”
Archive rifled through the glove box and came up with a cell phone.
“That cell phone’s untraceable. I’ve got one as well. That’s what we use to communicate. You can’t call me on the cistron, obviously. Got a weapon?”
Archive pulled a Glock out of his pocket.
Hammer’s brow furrowed. “How did you slip that past the police?”
“It wasn’t a gun when they had it,” said Archive with a smirk.