September 7, 2013
Reeling Deconstruction

In some ways I am still reeling from the events of last week. What has stayed with me the strongest is Mr. Peterson warning the mobsters off of coming after me. Granted they may have turned their focus more to him for killing their leader. Her brother is actually free now. News of his sister's death caused him to give up and do as he was told. Back to Mr. Peterson though, I have no real idea how I should feel. Maybe confused is the correct response though. Here's a man whom I blinded in one eye, pounded the crap out of, and nearly tore his arm off and he barely managed not to be crippled by that assault, and he defended me. I mean he's obviously a man with his own code of honour, and I saved his niece--not last week, but currently by getting her help and protection. I just can't parse it. Maybe his professional choice aside he's a better man than I am.

I have to consider his position now, though. He sends gifted men and women to their deaths because he believes it is the only way to keep others safe. It doesn't matter if some of them have been harmless until now. They could, at any time, turn against the people around them and use their unfair advantage to, well, do anything they feel like doing. Then along comes a family member, someone of his flesh and blood who is one of these dangerous people. Not only is she gifted, but she has turned it to doing destructive things. I don't want to get into the details right now, but the earlier fires were tests, or dry runs to hone her skills at using her gift.

On a different note, I also can't quite shake thinking about the efficiency of Mr. Peterson's operation. The fire alarm that got the Fauxtein workers out of the warehouse was pulled by one of the O.S.I.R agents.. Once the workers were out they were moved away from the building and kept busy with some kind of cover story about a threat inside the building, rather than that there was a fire. The fire department and other police forces were kept away using I can only assume the same cover story. Meanwhile the riot geared agents entered the building, or were conceivably there before the alarm was triggered and before the arrival of my team and I. Even while I was there they moved about without being detected on the security cameras. That little trick was pretty low tech. Another agent switched back and forth between live and recorded footage of the hallways, monitored the movements of the mobsters, and let us see the mobsters movements.

I feel more lucky and more frightened that the O.S.I.R. has not already collected me and sent me to my death.

Tags: agents, control, Fauxtein, fear, , mafia, O.S.I.R., Mr. Peterson, OSIR, police, surveillance, Susan D'Amico.