Rattling Cages: Part 6
You would think after all that that we were on the edge of some sort of attack, that the Executioner would just start killing people, but you would be wrong. Nothing happened.
December continued its steady march toward Christmas.
I finished off reviving Cassie's dad's normal motorcycle (even though she wasn't going to do much with it during the winter), worked on the prototype for the guitar, and logged a few hours on the flight simulator that Isaac assured me would be a close match to the Heroes League jet.
The Friday afternoon of the week before Christmas, Isaac passed on some information about the Executioner, but it wasn't anything I couldn't find out from the state or federal databases.
"Don't get involved," Isaac told me. "He's psychotic. You won't survive setting him off. Besides, we've already got people on this."
"Protection Force?"
He looked down at me from the big screen in the front of League HQ's main room. He smiled a little.
"Not Protection Force. We've got our own people out there."
I thought about pressing it, pointing out that FBI agents with just barely understood powers might be even less of a match than we would be, but I didn't.
I didn't officially know about the agents being loaded up with drugs so why reveal it?
I probably should have mentioned something. Isaac had been straight with me, but I couldn't quite make myself do it. Some part of me felt that keeping information in reserve would help. I wasn't completely clear how.
After a few more minutes, he signed off, leaving me alone in League HQ. I worked on the guitar for a little while in the lab after that. It was coming along.