Patient Evil
An R.J. Godlewski and Right Truth Blog Exclusive eBook
PART II
Chapter Sixty
November, 20xxPentagon AnnexWashington, D.C. For six months, Jonas Prinkler had been kept in solitary. Well, as solitary as he could withstand. Meredith visited more than a few times, just as a formality seeing how she was his immediate supervisor. Then there were the FBI types who played their infamous game of “bad cop, horrible cop” trying to get the overweight, underpaid analyst to fess up to his shenanigans.
That the shenanigans in question were the product of his partner, the now-on-the-run Seth Carmassi, merely fueled his resolve. If there was one thing that Jonas learned from his association with the younger, more agile Carmassi, it was that their own government was often more dangerous – and criminal – than their more honest adversaries. At least the terrorists understood the concept of hypocrisy.
Not the Bureau. The straight suiters reminded him of a trip to the local clinic. Once the clean-cut, articulated soul outlined the reasons for the visit, their function was quickly subjugated to the Marx Brothers. The comparison was too uncanny for Jonas and he simply resorted to the silent option affectionately known as “The Fifth”.
This did not sit well with J. Edgar’s bastard children. They wanted to know how Jonas managed to arrive via commercial airline into D.C. without two terrorists in tow. Next, they wanted to know why Seth Carmassi was not with him. Finally, they wanted to know why Jonas thought little of the two previous questions.
Jonas did not answer and proceeded to play dumb which wasn’t too hard as he had long since given up criticizing his partner’s modus operandi. The FBI agents – two men, one black; and one female, Hispanic – seemed a bit too much of a politically correct caricature for Jonas to apply serious thought to.
They leveled charges of conspiracy, misappropriation of government resources, failure to Mirandize their charges, and stopped just short of announcing treason. When Jonas grumbled that he didn’t work for Justice, that he was a Department of Defense employee, their fit really hit the fan.
Departing only to return a brief moment later with Meredith in stride, they announced rather pompously that one Jonas Prinkler would now be restricted to Room 297AA and, as if to authenticate his exile, an armed guard was positioned outside the door. It was the guard’s M4 carbine in place of the standard issue Beretta that apparently signaled the seriousness of the matter.
Jonas began to relish the ever-decreasing visitations. The room was hardly big enough for his own bulk. Guests merely made the uncomfortable unbearable. He wasn’t talking anyway and what little he could tell them seemed rather ridiculous even to him.
He and Seth Carmassi were sent to Ukraine to interview a terrorist few knew was in custody. Then they captured, lost, and captured again two unknown terrorists and now the FBI was infuriated because a DoD employee decided to go rogue in the matters of interrogating these two heretofore unknown criminals. The “Good Guy” was now the “Bad Guy” because he did to “real” bad guys what the “real” good guys were incapable of doing.
As the months wore on, Jonas’s memories of the past evaporated into a semblance of a bad dream. Perhaps it was to be expected. Isolation deprived him of information and lack of information slowly caused him to be tossed outside of the data loop. He acquiesced that it was all part of their grand scheme – as long as he wasn’t talking, keep him from ever talking to anyone who might learn just how asinine the federal government really was.
At least Steve McQueen had a baseball and mitt, he thought to himself as he remembered one of his favorite movies, The Great Escape. There would be no escape for Jonas, however, for he knew that he had never been more than a pawn.
Seth had more opportunity, for the younger and more capable Carmassi simply did not give a rat’s ass about the government or protocol. If he found a terrorist, he simply beat them senseless until he found out what he needed to know and then proceeded to capture the next guy. He didn’t need to read anyone their Miranda Rights – he simply said “You lie, you die!”
Jonas marveled over the contradictions between his partner and their employer. The government spent billions trying to underscore their civility. Television commercials and news interviews that suggested a better understanding with the larger world. Even hiring fairs were established with all the grandeur of an old-fashioned Irish folk carnival. It did not matter.
The terrorists and their rogue supporters weren’t fooled. Reasoning with them was akin to rationalizing with a hungry hyena when it sensed prime rib upon your lips. The time spent trying to persuade the animal in sight merely allowed his pack to sneak up behind your back for the kill. The American government had simply abandoned the pack in favor of appeasing the closest predator.
Jonas knew that it would never work and the weeks in solitary, hidden from even his fellow associates, caused within him a transformation that seemed quite impossible to consider even a few months into the past. His eyes were beginning to see more clearly than they ever had before. He was slowly understanding that America wasn’t just at war against radical Islam. It was at war with irrational Washington. Confined, isolated, and vilified, Jonas Prinkler no longer wanted to remain a mere pawn in the struggle.
What he could do about it, was irrelevant at the moment. His salvation came from realizing that apathy had created his confinement, not his actions nor those from his government. It was the eternal battle to convince the rank and file that their lives were in the grip of others that begged discussion.
Jonas would extricate himself from his predicament. When he did, there would be hell to pay. Even if it meant his job. Whether he was prepared to sacrifice his life for this mission, he subconsciously chose not to consider. Fate would dictate when he was to perish, but his confinement rested solely upon his lack of effort to challenge those in positions of power. Not anymore.
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