CIA
Two floors belowground, on the far side of the building, Dewey found his locker. An empty duffel bag was inside. He filled it with those few belongings he kept at Langley. Several changes of clothing, shoes, a small bag filled with toiletries, several knives, and two pistols, both Colt 1911s.
He went back to the seventh floor. Lindsay was sitting at her desk. She looked at Dewey with a sad look.
“I wish you weren’t going,” said Lindsay. She extended a single piece of paper. It was on CIA letterhead and stamped TOP SECRET.
PART 1A
I, Hector Calibrisi, DCIA, hereby approve all legal discharge requirements and Agency responsibilities, obligations, and legal protections therewith as defined in US NAT SEC ACT SX4 [889.09A] for:
ANDREAS, DEWEY
NOC 2249-A
Your service is hereby ended and is done so with the Agency’s appreciation. By signature below, this document is protected under extra federal protection Presidential Order A8 and your service cannot be used in any way or in any legal proceeding against you.
Sincerely,
Hector Calibrisi
PART 1B
I, ANDREAS, DEWEY, NOC 2249-A, do hereby accept all legal, security, confidentiality, and statutory requirements and obligations as defined in US NAT SEC ACT SX4 [889.09A] as regards former employees.
ANDREAS, DEWEY
Dewey read it over several times. He looked up at Lindsay.
“Thanks,” he said. “Do you have a pen?”
She paused a few seconds and reluctantly handed him a pen. Dewey signed his name and dated it. He stared for an extra moment at the sheet of paper.
“You don’t have to do this, Dewey,” said Lindsay. “I know it’s none of my business, but why don’t you just take some time off?”
Dewey said nothing. He picked up the sheet of paper. He gave Lindsay a kind smile.
“Do you know where he is?”
“I never was very good at convincing people of things,” said Lindsay. “He’s in OPS three. Want me to walk with you?”
“Sure.”