Committed Hero
Hero
"That's fine, buddy. I didn't want to drive all the way to LA today anyhow."
You stop at a hotel in Santa Ana, with a covered valet parking area that suits your needs quite nicely. The helicopter continues on towards the north, and you are able to make a switch without too much fuss. The second driver takes you all the way to Cal Tech, and Dr. Pauling's office. He calls Dales when you arrive, and in a half hour he comes by to take you back to the Bureau.
"You did a hell of a job. I have no idea who wants this guy, but his story sounds pretty crazy. Maybe someone is worried that he will cause a war panic or something."
The next day, Dales asks you into his office to speak privately. "I'm not sure whether you are up on your scientific mumbo-jumbo, but Pauling is having a field day with your guy. Says he's able to isolate something called 'dee-enn-ay' in Pruitt, and it looks nothing like he's seen anywhere. Spent a night talking to some scientists in England about it. I have no idea what he's talking about, but if he's happy, I'm happy."
You spend the rest of the day catching up on paperwork, and as the two of you are planning to leave, you hear Dales swearing on the phone, slamming the receiver as you pass by his door. He looks like someone ran over his dog.
"They got to the son of a bitch."
You stop at a hotel in Santa Ana, with a covered valet parking area that suits your needs quite nicely. The helicopter continues on towards the north, and you are able to make a switch without too much fuss. The second driver takes you all the way to Cal Tech, and Dr. Pauling's office. He calls Dales when you arrive, and in a half hour he comes by to take you back to the Bureau.
"You did a hell of a job. I have no idea who wants this guy, but his story sounds pretty crazy. Maybe someone is worried that he will cause a war panic or something."
The next day, Dales asks you into his office to speak privately. "I'm not sure whether you are up on your scientific mumbo-jumbo, but Pauling is having a field day with your guy. Says he's able to isolate something called 'dee-enn-ay' in Pruitt, and it looks nothing like he's seen anywhere. Spent a night talking to some scientists in England about it. I have no idea what he's talking about, but if he's happy, I'm happy."
You spend the rest of the day catching up on paperwork, and as the two of you are planning to leave, you hear Dales swearing on the phone, slamming the receiver as you pass by his door. He looks like someone ran over his dog.
"They got to the son of a bitch."