The Analyst, A man with a Secret: Leading a Double Life....

The Analyst

Chapter One

The Company

part one...

Somewhere in every part of this world, in every country, in every city there is someone, some organization that sits above the law. They are corrupt beyond corruption. Some are terrorists in nature, allowing some misguided belief system to kill for their own objectives. They kill, they maim and cause pain to everyone they touch.

They are also seemingly unstoppable by any government level of law enforcement. They pay their way out of any situation they get themselves into. They eliminate witnesses that have the potential to put them out of business, they strike fear into anyone that tries to confront them. They control high level judges and government officials and that is something that they take in their ease, in their pocket. They bribe, blackmail and control. It is something we may expect in a third world or developing country, not in civilized nations.

What if in this world there was an organization that was capable of eradicating such situations, such people, and such organizations?

What if there was an organization also above the law that existed, but with a moral duty that was set into its standard of existence. The organization would or could not have any political or policing ties. Within the strategy of this organization would be a standard for decision. Each case would be individually investigated. Cost and danger factors would be investigated and taken into account. The organization would be internationally based. A vote would be taken on information available. If a target was deemed in the best interest of everyone to be eliminated, an operative would be sent out to take care of the problem. The hit would be silent, not publicized and certainly no responsibility would be declared about the assassination. It would be a clean, a silent and swift attack.

International Insurance & Fraud Corporation Inc. (I.I.G.F.)

New York, New York (Head Office)

Branch Offices Paris, France & London, England.

 It was started sometime during the cold war. Started in a time when there seemed to be that need. Originally the company seemed to evolve as rogue operation in a little known department of the CIA. Deep in the bowels of some think tank it grew from ideas to ideals of operation. The Company was not just started from just ideas, ideas thrown about by madmen looking for reason, but by a small group, then a growing group of people from all over the civilized world and all fed up with compromise and corruption.

The formation of The Company did not happen overnight. It did not just happen. Happen just like that. Whether it was a supposition or a proposition of “what ifs” is not the point. The point is that it did happen. Sometimes stages developed through a well-timed thought out process, yes embattled with ideals. Other times such creation needed that head bashing struggle to see reason in all of what it could stand for. Never-the-less it happened. It exists. Now operating like some well-oiled machine for the termination of problematic concerns it works well within the confines of its own existence. Is it perfect?  Nothing is perfect. Nothing is without struggle when that existence involves the taking of a life. Morals or religious beliefs aside what does is take and then recreate an unbalancing of a situation and make it better. Make it more balanced by bending the rule of existence through termination. Can it cause other problems to occur?  Perhaps, but that is not the purpose that The Company represents.

It the U.S.A., The Company exists literally deep within the bowels of an insurance company, the (I.I.G.F.) who own the building which is situated in New York City. The Company has no street address, no mail address, no email, no IP address, and no organized open contact. But while it has total ambiguity it also is very real in a way needed.

Three stories beneath street level The Company lives. It is encased in fiber reinforced high performance resistant concrete and steel, a sub structure designed to soften both explosive blasts and impact of a falling building. Access can be gained through the use of three of the twelve elevators in the building.  

Tied into electronic networks, it taps into communications and visual imagery within the building, the adjoining close circuit camera systems, and satellite telecommunications, as well as certain high level law enforcement allies.

I.I.G.F. holds offices on the third and twentieth floors accessed by one high speed dedicated elevator that also feeds The Company down below.

People that work for The Company and I.I.G.F., do so after rigorous screening and personality profiling. The operation being secretive in nature, full clearance is given on a need to operate basis, as to the total complexity of the operation. High end security clearance is limited to people that have had ties with other high level security forces.

Operatives are a field force. Operatives hold a dual role. In one they are field fraud investigator operatives. In the other role they eliminate threats working as highly trained assassins. Some operatives also work for I.I.G.F. in a real role analyzing data and detecting fraud. They are obliged to take field trips as part of their involvement for further investigations.  This allows them to travel and investigate without suspicion and to carry out their other role as highly trained assassins.

One such Operative is Jack Stryker. Formally trained with the Royal Marines, 3 Commando Brigade with which he served in many highly sensitive missions, including a combat role during the Falklands war, he was decorated for bravery and rescue operations several times, he is dedicated to his position with both I.I.G.F. and The Company in both his roles completely.

He received further training at The Company, Field Operations Branch. Field Operation has no address.  Here he was subjected to virtual reality physiological training, languages, strength testing, arms and weaponry, jungle fighting, high speed driving, advanced coding.

Jack is married to his wife Penny a school teacher. They both live on a small farm property just outside of Nutley, New Jersey. They have two daughters, one of whom is married to a Detective with the New York City Police department and together they also have a daughter, making Jack and his wife grand parents.  Jack and Penny’s eldest daughter works for the CIA.

Jack is a much respected man with his family, his friends and in his community. Unbeknownst to everyone in his life, Jack is a Man with a secret: Leading a double life.

Jack is an assassin. 

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Jack’s cell phone was buzzing as it sat beside him on that passenger seat as he was driving home.  He looked down at it and could see that Penny was calling him. He was particular about rules and safety, so he carefully slowed down and looked for a place to pull over. Most people would just answer the phone, but not Jack. Then he saw a parking spot and pulled over and put the car into park. She had left a message that she was going to be late getting home. “Okay” he said, “fine I guess it’s whatever’s in the fridge for me for supper.

Then as he was about to drive off, his phone rang again, it was The Company. “Darn” he said “what now.”

An encrypted message was texted to him.

“Darn it and I thought I was going to have a normal night off tonight.”

He opened his attache case and pulled out his small laptop computer and turned it on and then he logged in. The encrypted message was there as well and using an unlocking code he decoded the message. It instructed him that he was working tonight. Details would follow, but he was needed for a special job. “It’s always special” he said and lately I seem to be working more than others are.”

“Bet I am going out of town as well,” he thought. “I think I need to have a serious talk with these guys about losing a few hours or maybe even working on a casual basis.”

Jack was 55 and he felt that what he should be doing was less, a lot less. He was even thinking about retiring soon. He had worked for the company for a good many years and while he was still very good at what he did for them, there does come a time, when one needs to seriously think about retiring.

He waited and then another encrypted message appeared.

Destination: Mexico City.  

Duration: two days.

Target: XXXXXXXX

Contact: Eduardo

It was always the same. The target was never known until almost immediately before he had to take action. The contact was always one name and someone he never really knew.

In the old days, he had been involved in planning and in a lot of the strategy, the time and place, the weapon even. Now he was just the trigger.

He had argued that of course that he should be allowed into more of what was happening. But that never worked and just fell on deaf ears. The planning now was done by someone else and it might be with a group of people who have never ever been in the field or seen any action at all.  “Okay” he thought, just this one last time and then I make my case to them.

“Shit” he said, “I had better call Penny and let her know I am working late and I even have to go out of town, yes yet again.”

He called Penny but could not get through to her, so he left a standard message, explaining that he had to go out of town. He also told her that he was not happy with the arrangement, which was true. He closed by telling her how much he loved her and that he would make it up to her with something special.

He drove out to the airport, and to a large hanger, away from the main terminal where a private jet was waiting for him. “At least I don’t have to go regular fare” he thought. 
Jack parked his car and left his keys in the car just case someone needed to move it. Everything he needed would be either on the plane or at his destination. That he never ever had to worry about.

“Eduardo” he thought, “I wonder what his real name is and I wonder what this is all about..?”

to be continued....

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