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  The Adults in the Room

  The Deep State

  Second Edition

  A novel by

  By Jeffrey D Mechling

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  This novel would not have been possible without the research and editing talents of Kathleen Ryder, to whom I owe everything. | And | Marie Groves, whose friendship has guided me through good times and bad. | And | Don E. Gibbin

  For Kathleen

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  About the Author

  About the Publisher

  This novel would not have been possible without the research and editing talents of Kathleen Ryder, to whom I owe everything.

  And

  Marie Groves, whose friendship has guided me through good times and bad.

  And

  Don E. Gibbin

  This novel is also a work of fiction. The author has no association with any United States Intelligence or Law Enforcement Agencies.

  Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Copywrite June 2019 by the

  The Good as Gone Group LLC

  Middleburg, Virginia and Los Angeles, California

  All Rights Reserved

  For Kathleen

  Chapter 1

  Tim Hall was a former spy for the Central Intelligence Agency. As a matter of fact, his official title was “Case Officer” and he spent much of his career in Central America. In 1981, Tim participated in the training of a paramilitary group known as the Contras and participated in the fighting of the Nicaragua civil war. Although this was a very controversial time in the United States, Tim was proud of his contribution and had no problem telling his friends at The Blue Goose about his exploits. The problem was that no one believed that Tim had ever been out of the City of Baltimore Maryland, much less a spy and Tim really had no way to prove that he did what he claimed. Unlike the local Police Departments, The Central Intelligence Agency did not issue “Retired Spy Identifications. As a matter of fact, the Agency was more than happy if their former employees did not brag about their exploits. The only thing Tim could prove related to his United States government employment was the two years spent working as a clerk for the Social Security Administration. He had been assigned to work there after he had recovered from the accident. The accident that took the life of his wife Pam and about four years of his memories.

  Tim had woken up at the University of Maryland Shock Trauma Center with little idea how he had arrived there. A world class hospital, the University of Maryland Shock Trauma Center was known to save the lives of those who would or should have died if they had not been treated within what was known as the Golden Hour. The general concept of the so-called Golden Hour was in cases of severe trauma, such as internal bleeding, required surgical intervention within 10 minutes of the accident. Other issues such as shock may also occur if the person was not treated appropriately. Patients whom did not receive treatment with such injuries within this time frame often died sometime days or even weeks later but if treatment could be administered within the Golden Hour, the survival improved exponentially. This was however not without controversy since some in the medical community felt that the complications that a survivor would be forced to live with may not outweigh the benefit of death, but such subjects were not openly discussed.

  After Tim recovered from his traumatic injuries, he was transferred to John Hopkins Hospital department of neurology under the care of Doctor Felix Gray. It was Dr. Gray who told Tim that his wife Pam had died in the accident and explained to Tim that he was suffering from “Retrograde amnesia”. Tim’s recall was limited to the fight that he and Pam were having that day. It was an uncommon condition, but it did indeed occur. Tim did remember his wife Pam but his memories of her mostly existed in the 1990s and the years beginning in 2000 but it was 2012 when things became fuzzy. Pam was also a Case Officer with the CIA, but they rarely saw one another because of an Agency rule about married couples working in the same locations. It just was not allowed and is even still discouraged today. This was a big reason that one spouse of a CIA marriage would often resign so they could remain together. The majority of the spouses taking that option were the women and that fact bothered Pam to no end. That part Tim remembered well.

  It had taken Tim a full year to recover before he could even begin to consider returning to work and the transfer to the SSA made sense, since that agency was located in Baltimore and was close to the hospital where Tim still needed occasional treatment. Besides, there was nothing for him to go back to in Northern Virginia, where Tim and Pam had owned a house. A second cousin from Tim’s mother’s side, Tim’s only living relative, appeared and handled the sale of his house and found Tim a condo in Baltimore. Tim was not even sure what he and Pam had been doing in Maryland the day of the accident, but none of this made any difference now. Pam was gone, and now Tim only had incomplete memories of her.

  Before the accident, Tim, like many, had considered amnesia to be a condition that only happened on daytime soap operas and old movies. Tim watched a lot of old movies on TCM while recovering from his accident, and one film in particular called Random Harvest had a strong impact on him. In the movie, a man played by Ronald Coleman suffered amnesia due to an injury during World War I. His faithful girlfriend (played by Greer Garson) followed and supported him through the entire film. “If only,” Tim had sighed after seeing the film for the first time.

  He did not remember much of anything from the year 2015 going back to 2013. Tim’s doctors told him that he was lucky that he was only missing a two- to three-year gap. Many who suffered from retrograde amnesia had much longer periods of memory loss. Occasionally, Tim would remember something, but would have to ask if it had actually happened or if it was from a dream. He read newspapers and magazines to try and catch up on all that he had missed, although he occasionally needed to remind himself that he was physically present during those years. To make matters worse, Tim had no one to fall back on to help with his memories. If anyone had been close to either Tim or Pam before the accident, they were not making themselves known. The CIA, or “the Agency” as Tim called it, was certainly living up to its reputation as a secretive organization. The Agency seemed to be happy that Tim had no lasting memories of the previous three years. Tim did not even know if the second cousin who showed up to sell his house in Virginia was really his mother’s relation or just someone the Agency had hired—but he was happy at the time that anyone was willing to help him, so he’d decided not to question it.

  Tim did feel that it was odd that no one from the Agency stopped by and explained his retirement or Pam’s death benefits which all Federal Employee received. He tried to speak with the Human Resource Officer at
the Social Security Administration but each time she tried to access Tim’s information, a red screen would appear with the words Access Denied in black and white letters. Although she assured Tim that she would get to the bottom of “his issue”, she seemed to “change her tune” the next and last time they met. She informed Tim that since he was hired under the old Federal Retirement System that he was only eligible for 10,000 dollars a month plus free medical. She reminded Tim that few federal employees received over 100 thousand dollars a year and if she were him then she would not complain. This response appeared to Tim to be something that the woman had been told to say and his years of experience in interrogation techniques told him that something or someone had scared her. He decided to let the subject drop since he now had more money than he could possibly spend but why put the fear of god in this lady? This simply told Tim that somebody was hiding something. As the HR lady walked Tim to the door, she mentioned that perhaps he could obtain more information from his Congressmen or US Senator. Tim thanked her but had to keep from laughing out loud. Both the Maryland and Virginia Congressional delegations were in the pocket of the CIA.

  Chapter 2

  “I’m telling you; Ed Walker is alive today because he was able to grow a new kidney.”

  The argument the two men were having was becoming a little too loud at the other end of the bar. The disagreement was over stem cell research, a subject Tim Hall knew little about but was very interested in.

  “Randy, I agree that one day science will do wonders with stem cells, but right now it’s all experimental.”

  “Experimental!” Randy shot back; his voice raised two octaves. “They are curing cancer right now, today even, and I’ll tell you something else—”

  “You two shut the fuck up or you’re both out of here!” ordered Mary Ann, the bartender and owner of the Blue Goose Bar and Grill, where Tim had spent most of his time since his retirement.

  Mary Ann Layback was a 40-year-old ex-biker chick (her own description) who wore black t-shirts and tight jeans with a motorcycle chain belt. She had long brown hair with a reddish tint, which she pulled back in a ponytail most of the time. Although Tim found Mary Ann attractive, he’d never dated anyone like her before and thought she was also a little scary. Tim wondered if he was even capable of handling a woman like Mary Ann. Recently, he had been having a hard time “getting it up” when watching internet porn, and he was becoming concerned. The thought of the humiliation of not getting hard for Mary Ann was simply unthinkable.

  “I’m out of here, anyhow,” remarked the man who Tim had met but couldn’t remember the name of, which was something he noticed was happening more and more lately.

  As the man paid his tab and got up to leave, he said to Mary Ann, “Buy Ben Casey here another drink on me.” He was laughing as he walked out.

  “Who the fuck is Ben Casey?” asked Mary Ann as she made Randy another rum and coke.

  “He was a doctor on a show of the same name back in the ‘60s, played by an actor named Vince Edwards,” answered Tim, not looking up from his iPhone.

  “Wow, Tim, you are just a fountain of useless knowledge,” Mary Ann laughed as she opened a bottle of Budweiser and placed it next to the one Tim had not finished.

  This indicated that the beer was on the house. Mary Ann was always giving Tim free drinks, and Tim felt that she had a different and perhaps closer relationship with him than with the other regulars who frequented the Goose, as the bar was known. Perhaps they were kindred spirits, although at other times Mary Ann could be as cold to Tim as she was to the other regulars.

  “You’re not that fucking smart, college guy,” Mary Ann had said to him once in front of the others, and everyone had laughed, which made Tim feel lower than whale shit. But for the most part, he felt that Mary Ann liked him more than the other regulars at the bar.

  Snapping out of his reverie about Mary Ann, Tim noticed that Randy had slid down the bar to the seat next to him. “So, how goes it, Secret Agent Man?” he asked.

  That was a nickname Tim had picked up from the other barflies at the Goose based on his general knowledge of a number of subjects in a number of areas and his claim that he was once an agent for the CIA. Tim was one of the few regulars who had finished college. As a matter of fact, Tim had a Ph.D. in Chemistry, but no one knew it. Actually, Tim himself did not feel that he was particularly bright—he felt that most of the regulars at the Goose were just slow. But they were his friends, and Tim was happy he had some now.

  “Well, Randy, I am looking into getting some dental implants because my dentist says I’m going to lose a lot of my teeth from some kind of gum disease.” Tim always found it best to keep things simple with his friends at the Goose.

  “Dental implants? Those things are going to cost you an arm and a leg!” Randy exclaimed.

  Randy was correct. The initial estimate from Tim’s dentist had been over thirty thousand dollars.

  “For that kind of money, Tim, you could get an entire new body with stem cells!” Randy was becoming more animated. “Even new teeth—but the trouble with the teeth grown with stem cells is that they don’t know how to make them stop growing.” He laughed loudly. “You’d look like some kind of monster, Tim.”

  Mary Ann slammed an empty beer bottle on the bar to get Randy’s attention. “What did I say about keeping it down, Randy?”

  “Yeah, yeah, I know,” Randy mumbled, making a retreat out the front door. Tim watched Randy disappear around the corner.

  “I think you scared off my friend, Mary Ann.”

  “I’m the only bar left that will serve your friend, so he’d better be fucking afraid.”

  Mary Ann bent over to change beer kegs, and Tim took the opportunity to look at her butt. He really did want to ask Mary Ann out on a date, but he just felt that he was now too old for her. Tim was finding that he hated getting old. Besides his lingering injuries from the accident, Tim could feel age creeping up on him. His eyesight was going, his hair was thinning, and he tired more easily. Getting old just sucked. Tim picked up his iPhone and Googled stem cells.

  Tim’s brand new fear was Dementia or early onset Dementia. His mother had died from it after all so Tim felt that he was a very strong candidate for the disease. He wondered if embryonic stem cells could regenerate dead brain cells. He thought back to his studies in chemistry at UC Berkley and such a thing did seem theoretically possible, but he studied chemistry over thirty years ago and a lot had changed.

  Ironically Tim was recruited by the CIA because of his PHD in Chemistry yet they never really used him for it. Instead they teamed him up with a woman named Rebecca Scott and sent them to the jungles of Central America to train the Contras on military tactics which they had only recently learned themselves. Typical CIA Tim thought and wondered what Rebecca was now doing. Was she working at Langley? These were the types of things Tim could not remember yet he remembers that he had a relationship with Rebecca while separated from Pam who was working in the Asian continent at the time. Tim had only slept with three women at that point in his life and Rebecca was number three. This made Tim wonder if women placed numbers on things such as how many different men they slept with as men did with women. Probably not or not as much Tim speculated.

  Mary Ann came from around the bar and sat next to Tim, peering over Tim’s shoulder at the screen. “Stem cells, Tim? What are you planning on using stem cells for?” she asked.

  Tim shrugged. “My understanding is that stem cells have been used for a variety of different purposes. And it does make sense, Mary Ann.”

  “But why do you need stem cells, Tim?”

  Tim sensed that Mary Ann was actually interested, not just being nice. “Has anyone ever told you about my memory issues?” he asked.

  “You mean that big dark secret that you carry around, Tim? The one where you have gaps in your memory? You know back when you were a spy?” Mary Ann was now laughing at him.

  Most of the regulars at the Goose knew about Tim’s amnesia
issues and it had also got around that he was an agent for the CIA which no one, including Mary Ann believed. Sometimes, the regulars would ask Tim something about the year 2014 just to watch Tim struggle to remember. Unbeknownst to Tim, though, Mary Ann had been looking out for him to keep that from happening for a while.

  “Yeah, well, I suffered a memory loss,” Tim explained. “It’s actually a kind of amnesia, where I have these very annoying gaps in my memory between the years 2012 and 2015. I was wondering if stem cell therapy might help. It won’t hurt to look.”

  Tim suddenly noticed that he and Mary Ann were alone, and he saw that she was staring directly at him but what she did next was a total surprise.

  Tim was drinking his beer using his left hand and held the iPhone in his right hand. Mary Ann grabbed Tim’s right wrist and twisted it hard into Tim’s back, but Tim made a counter move and shoved his left elbow towards her solar plexus but missed it. Tim’s move however broke Mary Ann’s hold on his right wrist. Tim turned to face Mary Ann with both of his arms now turned in to a 90-degree angles from his elbows. Mary Ann however was now in a boxing stance and threw a right hook aimed at Tim’s jaw, but Tim was able to block her punch with his left arm. She followed with a left hook that Tim blocked with his right arm. This continued for another 45 seconds as Mary Ann continued to throw punches and Tim was successfully blocking them, but he could also tell that she was slowing down on purpose which was a good thing because Tim was now breathing hard. All of a sudden it occurred to Tim that this was not a fight but a test. Mary Ann wanted to see what basic fighting skills Tim possessed. If she had been able to twist Tim’s arm and have him in pain, with his face on the bar top, then she would have known that he was a fake. Mary Ann allowed Tim to grab both of her wrists and use his weight to push her against the wall where he kissed her.