DHS–Domestic Terrorism
Annex
Washington, DC
November 27, 2017
Dan started the day with a tough run around Capitol Hill shrugging off the brisk fall weather. He’d gone into work early Friday after Thanksgiving and began to catch-up on reading the intelligence reports that had filled his desk tray.
The FBI investigators called to follow up on last week’s dive.
“Dan, do you recall if the diver had any accent or used any unusual words when you talked to him.”
“He didn’t say anything to me. The only communication that I recall were the standard hand signals that every diver uses. But he never spoke a word. Why?”
The agent responded, “Well, we found no ID, no car and can’t match his prints. The Medical Examiner put him in his late twenties, very muscular and hard. He’s got a few interesting scars that look like they were stab wounds, an old burn on his upper thigh, several broken bones in his hands and feet and a crude eagle tattoo on his upper arm. We’ve initiated a facial recognition search of the INTERPOL database and sent a photo of the tattoo over to forensics to see if they can cross it with anything. You were not dealing with a run-of-the-mill hit man. And you were right about the spear point. It’s custom-made of titanium and sharp as a razor. No manufacturer’s marks or numbers on the spear or the gun. Clean as a whistle.”
“Heh, I’ll sleep better tonight because he’s not out on the street. I re-played the incident and the interview over the weekend and don’t think I missed anything. Thanks for the update. One more thing, I’d like to get my knife back. I know it’s ruined but my last Commanding Officer made it for me, and it stopped that spear.”