Chapter 15
In Langley,
Virginia, a small class of recruits at CIA Headquarters were
individually called aside. Trained in human rights advocacy, they
were tasked to write incendiary articles in English language blogs,
for China. The double blind email account was to be
“indianna.scout@yahoo.com.”
Without knowing it, Etienne's creatively chosen online moniker was
about to go “to the show.”
Later, over
drinks at the local Golf Course, Father Frank was grateful for the
favor. “It makes an excellent cover,” the agent assured him.
“It was no problem at all. Ask me anytime.”
x-x-x-x-x
In Berkeley,
a live-in couple asked Etienne to accompany them on a day trip to San
Francisco. Along the way, they discussed government employment.
Yes, Etienne was willing to work for the Government, but he had no
degree as of yet. Yes, he could imagine that there were people whose
sole purpose was to function as a deniable cover for operatives
overseas. Yes, he would be interested in dating their friend, Gina.
She was still a virgin? He did not laugh with them. He was still a
virgin, too.
Needless to
say, the “date” never materialized. But that was NOT because
there was no “Gina.”
Gina
Campbell was told that Etienne DuBois wanted to take advantage of
her, because she was a virgin. They could not, in good conscience,
recommend that she go out with HIM!
Later that
week, the two were talking to Father Mike.
You were
right, they agreed with him. He's a lone wolf, who only wants a
cushy Government job where he can never get fired. No one like that
should be considered as a Courier for the Bishop's office. In fact,
now that you mention it, there are hardworking HONEST people who need
the work far more. We can't even recommend him as a landscaper.
X-x-x-x-x
At his new
posting, in Iceland, Etienne's dad was being led to believe that
Etienne was a homosexual, just as Sarah had been. Without
sophistication, Mr. DuBois sat down and furiously wrote his now
estranged wife:
Dear Madam DuBois:
Your son has blighted my career, and ruined my reputation twice as
much as you did.
He is now a practicing homosexual, and I have no interest in
contacting him any further.
I do not have a son.
Yours Sincerely,
Kevin DuBois
Meanwhile,
Etienne got a thumb drive in the mail from the classmate who
certified his alibi back in the days of his Sri Lanka-Heathrow
junket. It contained pornographic bestiality, with the note: “Guess
what your Dad's into these days.”
He
threw it away in disgust. His mother's letter, suggesting that he
retain the services of an escort, was even more discouraging.
Prolonged
isolation was having its effect on Etienne, and he was becoming
neurotic. He replied to his mother that he would use the money for a
therapist, if she would be kind enough to send it.
Three
weeks later, he sat across from Dr. Menendez. He did not enjoy the
veiled references to masturbation. Dr. Menendez seemed to have a LOT
of gall! Yet if there WAS a God, Etienne mused, he was a genuine
bastard.
