A Rune Gafad, Vivi, and the FBI

Vivi was stunned. They carried out an attack in the States on agents? Not okay. If someone was willing to attack civilians to target the agency, that might explain something else. Vivi took a deep breath, reorganized, reclaimed her cool competency. She had a directional mic. It looked like a dangly dark earring and if she could point it in exactly the right direction, it picked up recordable sound from a surprising distance. This morning, Sturgis left the facility at an unusual hour I trailed him, expecting to end up at a cafe, but he went straight to a subway station. A chills slither down Vivi's spine. Some