Friday Fiction .: The Fey :. Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE
Five weeks later
February 8 – 11:45 A.M.
Denver, Colorado
Alex pressed the video link to her command and waited for her assistant to respond. She sat in her leather office chair in front of the red oak armoire that held her computers and the link to command.
“Name,” her Sergeant said.
“Fey,” Alex replied. She waited while security confirmed her face and voice imprint.
“Sir, you are amazingly popular today.”
“Oh yeah?” Alex asked.
“Seven messages. Would you like me to read them to you?”
“Just send the emails,” Alex said. “Is it…”
“Eleazar. There’s new intel out of Iraq about him.”
“We go through this every month. The eight of the month rolls around and suddenly everyone has something to say about Eleazar. Anything I need to know?”
“Officially?”
She laughed at his sarcasm. She wasn’t sure how they picked him to be her assistant, but he was a perfect counter balance. She was amazed at his ability to predict her mood then give her exactly what she needed. He even ran interference with brass.
“The Colonel would like to speak with you before you take the call.”
“Can you connect me?”
“He’s in a meeting but he said he would call you at 1200 hours.”
“Anything else?”
“I’ll email the messages. Do you know someone named Olivas?”
“Troy? I went to basic and Special Forces training with him. Why?”
“He’s left three messages saying that he’s at the Fort. He won’t tell me what he wants. He just says, ‘Tell the Fey that I’m at Fort Carson’. Sir, I ran his profile and…. Sir, he has a reputation for being wild.”
Alex laughed.
“There’s a new sim at Fort Carson. Afghanistan, I think. He wants me to beat it.”













