Hey!! That aren't the opening lines of Smallville 39
George Thompson checked his watch for the fifth time in a
few minutes and let out an annoyed sigh. He'd always hated
waiting, and he thought he'd made that clear to Trask the
last time he'd seen him. The head of Bureau 39 was under
*his* command; technically, he was under him in the
hierarchy, at least according to the papers back in D.C.
Yet every time they met, Trask bossed him around as if he
didn't care at all about whatever orders Thompson or anyone
in Washington gave him.
The creation of Bureau 39 had looked like a good idea at
the time. He'd supported it so enthusiastically that
Everett, the head of the F.B.I., had placed him in charge
of the newborn secret department. Sometimes he wondered
what had gone through his head when he'd accepted the
assignment - it hadn't turned out to be as easy as he'd
expected, especially since Trask had arrived on the scene.
But the Secretary of the Interior had insisted that his
young protege be hired for the job, and no-one had found a
sufficiently good reason to contradict Lloyd Tempus's will.
Those are!!!
Jose
