No one spoke as the jet droned silently back to HQ. Agent 40’s body was in a metal casket strapped down in the back. I didn’t dare look, but 36 kept glancing over at it, getting noticeably more agitated each time.
He was the first one off when we touched down, breezing past the debriefing agent.
“Agent 36!” She called after him, but he knew where to go. We all did. It was always the same room for group jobs and, because of the incident, Delta would most likely be there. I heard a sniffle at my side. Agent 16 was watching several Betas carry the casket off of the plane.Read more