Summer 1964 – A Wall of Cement and Disdain

 

Captain Palmer entered the cell and slammed the door. He leaned against it as if holding back the forces of politics and bureaucracy. He said, “Miss Taylor, I don’t know how you got here but you better be able to prove to me that you’re on our side. Because if you’re not, I can’t help you. You’ve picked the worst place in the world to be a mystery. We don’t like mysteries here.”

I folded my hands together and looked at him over the arrangement. I said, “I am here at the request of powers that care nothing for the disagreements between East and West. They have waging their own little wars in this part of the world since before your species of humanity learned the benefits of agriculture. They don’t care about you. They don’t really care about me. I am just a tool that one side is using to poke at the other. I will to do my duty and then I will be gone. If you decide to hinder me in carrying out that duty we may both have much to regret.”

Captain Palmer removed his weight from the door and squared his shoulders. He said, “Is that a threat?”

Unblinking, I looked him in the eye. “No,” I said, “It is one rabbit telling another that there are owls hunting tonight.”

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