Conspiracy Theories (Closed) « Thread Started on Oct 23, 2009, 1:09pm »
Location: Washington, D.C. Time: December 31st, around noon
“O. M. G! Really?!” The blonde’s eyes were nearly as round as her (clearly newly purchased) breasts. Her mouth was shaped in a perfect “O” with just a hint of a smile.
Beside her, Allen Kuehn managed to smile and leer at the same time. “My hand to God.” The leer went right over the blonde’s head; she was riveted. Allen raised his hand up for dramatic effect, drinking in the attention. “NASA hid it in secret labs, of course. Can’t have that sort of thing getting out. It would cause panic. But I’ve seen the reports.”
Mystique did not miss the lecherous tint to Kuehn’s smile. Congressman Savitch’s aid had a weakness for bimbos, and Candi here fit the bill perfectly. Maybe he liked the way they made him look endlessly brilliant, or perhaps he simply enjoyed the view.
Washington’s movers and shakers dotted the dimly lit restaurant, filling the elegant space with their combined conversation. As with previous years, the politicians had scampered off to their winter retreats, but some of the power players lingered, never willing to waste time on such silly sentiments as national holidays. Allen Kuehn wasn’t powerful – at least not yet – but he hoped to be. Mystique found it tedious, but regardless of how delusional Kuehn’s dreams of grandeur might be, he usually provided good information. And since Savitch had been championing the discussions about closing down the Sentinel program, Kuehn’s promise of big news was worth an hour of her time.
In the form of Holt Adler, Mystique rolled her eyes at the couple beside her and sipped her wine. Kuehn took the hint and motioned to Candi that she had something in her teeth. Horrified, Candi skittered off to the ladies’ room. Watching her go, Holt asked impatiently, “You said you had news?”
Kuehn nodded and pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. A pointy nose and squinty eyes made him look like a mouse – even when puffing his chest out with pride. “I always have news.” Holt stared at him and said nothing, which had the desired effect of prodding him along his merry way toward the point. Kuehn cleared his throat and adjusted his position in the booth while looking both ways furtively. “Word is you have a beef with Senator Robbins.”
“Had,” Holt corrected, frowning at the aid. If the other man were implying Holt had a hand in the Senator’s death, he would never know how correct he was. The older man’s distaste was plain on his face.
“Of course. Terrible loss.” Kuehn paused, but only briefly. Leaning forward expectantly, he continued, “The rumor is that your beef was over that footage.”
Setting the wine glass down with a short sigh of irritation, Holt shook his head. “It sounds like you’re fishing for information. If you have something worth sharing, now’s the time. Otherwise, stop wasting mine.”
“All right. All right! I was just figuring you might want to clear up that rumor,” he muttered in reply. “You know my boy’s in Aspen, right?” It was a time-honored tradition for the congressman to visit Colorado over the holidays, so Mystique nodded. “Well…” Kuehn continued, savoring the sharing of the secret. “He delayed his trip for several conversations with the DOD.”
“Not surprising, considering.” Holt’s phone chimed quietly. He checked it and smiled before turning back to Kuehn. “Are these conversations ongoing during his trip?”
“You betcha.” Kuehn’s smile was broad now, and not only because Candi was returning from the ladies’ room. If the discussions were ongoing, that meant the announcement was close. This was juicy news, and he knew it. “He’s even debating cutting his trip short to be back in Washington on New Year’s day.”
Holt Adler slid out of the booth and pocketed his phone in one smooth motion. “Well, that is something, isn’t it?” Candi looked confused as she rejoined the table. Turning to her, Holt Adler nodded in her direction – the modern equivalent of a bow. “I’ll leave you two to your lunch. Besides, I’m not sure I want to know more about the great alien hybrid super soldier. That seems like dangerous information to me.” His smile was wicked before he turned to exit the restaurant for the brighter daylight outside.
Behind her, Mystique heard Candi slide into the booth and ask in a worried tone, “It isn’t really dangerous, is it? I wouldn’t stand up to torture...”
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