Page 21 of Kevin's Destiny

Yvonne sat there for several minutes not saying a word. When the three men in the room started to squirm, she shook her head and released a heavy sigh. “I don’t think so.”

“Excuse me?” Chambers asked in shock.

Yvonne looked directly at Director Anderson as she spoke. “I’m sorry, Director, but I refuse to take orders from someone who isn’t even a member of the FBI.”

“Explain,” this time it was the HR person that barked out.

Yvonne reached down and slowly withdrew the folder holding her research from the briefcase she had brought with her. She laid it on her lap, and placed her hands over it. Before she could say anything, the door opened, and two security guards entered, and behind them were Special Agents Benjamin, Griffin, and Smith. Her team.

The security guards, who had been read into the situation, walked directly to Chambers, asked him to step up, frisked him, and removed the six guns he had on him. As each one was removed, Director Anderson stared in shock.

“What’s going on?”

Everyone froze when there were two knocks on the door, it opened, and three more men walked in. Because she had had a Zoom meeting with one of them, she only nodded, he nodded back and settled himself beside the door. The other two men with him, walked over and stood between Chambers and the other door that was on the other side of the room.

“Any more interrupts SSA Wilson?” Anderson asked in confusion.

“No, this should be it. Thank you for allowing these people to come to this meeting.”

“Somehow, I don’t think I had a choice.”

“You would be correct in that assumption. Now, I want to tell you that yes, Director Reyes Chamberswasthe youngest man in the Bureau to become Director. However, I believe that this man sitting here is not that person.” She turned her glare onto the imposter when he tried to speak, and her one look had him settling back in his chair.

Yvonne opened her file and pulled out a thick stack of papers, she laid them on the desk before Anderson, and used her finger to push them forward. “Here’s the thing, Director Anderson.MyDirector Chambers was good at his job. However, what this guy sitting here is telling you about himself as being Reyes Chambers is all a lie.”

“You bitch!” the guy screamed, and was held down by the two security guards.

“Please explain yourself,” Anderson sighed, but didn’t take up the papers she’d laid on his desk.

“Director Chambers was good at his job, yes, he was revered, and was highly respected. However, what this man failed to notice when he stole his identity was that Reyes Chambers not only died ninety years ago, but he was also African-American. The first black man in the Bureau. He died at the age of fifty-five sitting at the desk, doing the job he loved.” She reached up and tapped the papers she’d laid there earlier.

Yvonne didn’t wait for him to respond. “According to several CI’s.”

“What’s that?” The fake Chambers interrupted and the entire room sucked in their breath and stared at him.

The man from HR shook his head and settled back in his chair, like he wanted to eat some popcorn as this played out.

“I’m not an agent, and even I know that a CI is a confidential informant, all people in law enforcement have one or two. They are the eyes and ears for the agents.”

“Correct,” Anderson said, then turned back to Yvonne. “What else?”

“I asked security here because I didn’t know how this man would react to my news. As you saw, six weapons were removed from his person, and everyone knows that our guns are locked in our drawers if we’re in the office. Two, I can understand, but not six. Seems like overkill to me. Then the fact that he’s impersonating a dead man of a different race. The CI’s I mentioned just a moment ago had been able to watch him, and were able to get me evidence I could run.”

“What type of evidence?”

“DNA from a fork he used at a restaurant, and fingerprints from a glass in that same restaurant.” She saw Anderson nod, scrub his face, then nod. “Continue.”

“The results came back that the man sitting here now is none other than Private Barry Arroy. The math isn’t mathing, Sir. Reyes died ninety years ago, well before this guy’s grandparents were even born. Then according to his resumé, he was an Admiral in the Navy. This is why the military police are here. I reached out to someone I know who is former military, and after his own investigation, he found out that Arroy here has been AWOL from the Army for the last five years.” She looked around and addressed her next question to the man who had arrived with the military police.

“I’m assuming you brought the MP’s to arrest Arroy?”

“Correct.”

“Who are you?” Anderson asked.

“Hank Patterson, owner and founder of Brotherhood Protectors. I’m out of the Montana office, but I have offices all over.”

“Fuck me,” Arroy said.