I had to go to work but what if it was a government set up to make me feel safe and lower my guard just so they could swoop in and end my life?  I was suddenly very paranoid.  Realistically if they wanted me dead, they could have killed me while I was sleeping.  As morbid as it sounds the thought calmed my paranoia.  I left my home and began my venture to work.  I began to think that I should have lifted one of the guns off of the dead men in case I needed it to defend myself.  Then again anyone with a sidearm had to check it in at the front security desk in order to gain entry to the building.  That might look bad for a janitor!

I arrived early as usual in time to check in through security and make my way down into the basement to clock in 15 minutes early.  I turned around to head to my locker only to see my supervisor standing in my way with his arms folded over his chest.

“Did we have an interesting night last night?” he asked sarcastically.  I wasn’t sure how to respond.  I was at a loss for words.  Did he come to check in on me and find that I was missing?

“Well, I, uh-,“ I stuttered to find an explanation.

“Rumor has it you were on camera doing something you weren’t supposed to.  The Chief Director of the CIA informed me of what you were found doing last night.”  My supervisor glared at me as though this would be my last day of work.  The benefits were excellent and the pay was decent.  I couldn’t afford to lose my job.

“I can explain,” I tried to say but my supervisor wouldn’t hear me.

“Are you trying to steal my position?” the supervisor asked suddenly catching me off guard.

“Huh!?”  I didn’t understand.

“You apparently did such a great job on your rounds that the Chief Director came all the way down here personally to inform me that I needed to give you a raise.  He claims you took out the trash and cleaned up the offices like no other janitor he has ever seen working here.”  My supervisor informed me and I was dumbfounded.  That told me that the CIA knew exactly what I had done.  My question was did I do them a favor or did I do something dreadfully wrong?  If I had done something wrong then I knew that they would come after me in ways that even I dared not imagine.