Chapter Three
“Oh Lord!” he thought to himself while perusing the rough architectural structure of the building before him.
The building, old and obviously not being managed properly regardless of it being a federal owned place wasn’t his favorites of places to walk into. Those working within it never saw his kind as fun to converse or engage with and there was always some kind of prejudice and unaired blame to be passed around to his kind for the kind of work he does.
The prejudice was felt by all and even the newest member to his work place felt it from the moment they introduced themselves as “CIA”.
“f*****g terrorist instigators!” one ignorant police officer had labeled him some time ago when he sought the man for information on a sensitive topic. “You people are tied to the worst
