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screaming when the video ended. Now, we all know based on The Eagle’s past behavior that Roskowski is most likely dead.” Jim quipped quietly under his breath just loud enough for all to hear, “I sure as hell hope so.” “We just haven’t had the… opportunity… that’s as good a way to put it as any… to witness The Eagle at work. This opens a whole new window into the mind of The Eagle, so let’s try to learn from this without hysterics. We are professionals. Our focus needs to be on catching The Eagle and finding Roskowski.”
    Janet sat back down, and Jim looked over at the clock. It was half past twelve. “Well, guys, it’s been fun. Thanks for dinner and the bloody movie. I’m going to take myself home and get some sleep. Next time we all meet, let’s try to watch something a little more upbeat, huh? Like the Texas Chainsaw Massacre .” He chuckled and started to walk toward the office door. Steve followed. The two stopped in the hall; Jim took a cigarette out of his top pocket and placed it behind his ear. “Jim, you asked me if this proves that The Eagle is a psychopath. No way. He’s a sociopath, pure and simple.” “That’s crazy. Sociopaths aren’t violent by nature.” “You’re right, but this is no normal sociopath we’re dealing with. I’ve suspected for some time that The Eagle isn’t your run of the mill serial killer.” Jim laughed, “Ya think?” “I think he’s one of us.” “Are you saying that you think The Eagle’s a badge?” “Yes…” Jim looked around with a sneaky stance. “So, do ya think it’s you…or me?” A smile grew across his round face. Steve couldn’t help himself and started laughing. “Stop being a smart ass. I’m serious. I really think this guy’s brass.” “Well even if he’s not local, state, or federal, I have to admit he thinks his balls are made of metal. Too bad Roskowski’s weren’t.” That sent them both into hysterics and brought Janet out into the hall to see what the commotion was all about. They tried to act cool, but Janet wasn’t amused. She leaned back against the wall in the hall as several of her fellow agents were exiting for the restrooms. Jim and Steve spoke out of ear shot for a few more minutes, and as the last of her colleagues returned to the lab she asked, “Why do they call him The Iron Eagle?” Jim was suddenly interested again and followed Steve and Janet back into the lab, so he could hear the story, or more exactly, explain the story, of The Iron Eagle.

Chapter Six
    ‘His heart was pounding, and
he lowered his weapon when
suddenly he felt an arm reach
out and grab him by the throat,
disarming him with the other hand.’
    I t was a quiet night at Coston Middle School. Jonnie Stokes had just put his flashlight on his desk after doing his rounds of the school grounds and buildings; it was just past midnight. He had taken the graveyard security shift to make ends meet while he was finishing up his senior year of college. He pulled up his belt, and his pepper spray canister fell to the floor. He reached down to pick up the canister as it rolled across the floor, and a shadow rose up from behind him. He went to make a defensive move, but it was too late.

    When they had gotten situated in the lab, Steve had everyone sit down. He looked at the young faces staring back at him. This was a whole new generation of field and special agents. He was feeling old looking at the faces of twenty somethings. “Okay, before we get into the history of The Iron Eagle, by a show of hands, how many of you have JD degrees.” Six of Steve’s team members raised their hands. “How many of you have a masters degree or higher in accounting?” The other four hands went up. Jim snickered, “No wonder you can’t catch a killer.” Steve snarled at him, but Jim was unmoved and asked, “What do you call 100 lawyers at the bottom of the sea?” The question was met with silence. “A good start,” he laughed. Steve just shook