Mathis Labs

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Walt Gunter stood at a window of his two-story apartment watching the morning sun as it climbed out of the depths of the Potomac River. He studied the ripples made by the river currents, and marveled at the rising sun as it washed the river with its orange radiance.

His breath formed a tiny circle of moisture on the cold windowpane. He pondered at the spot as it quickly faded into nothingness and thought how his career had evaporated much like that puff of moisture. Why had everything turned out the way it had, he asked himself? If he could only go back and change some minor things he knew his life would have been a lot different.

It was almost a lifetime ago when he had graduated from Georgetown University. Memories of how hard he had worked to graduate at the top of his class drifted among his thoughts. After he graduated, he did what he had always wanted to do. He immediately applied to the FBI Special Agent training school at Quantico, Virginia. Walt smiled as he remembered those days. Things were simpler and simple things, the common little things, meant something. There was God and Country; the bad guys and the good guys. Everything was either black or white—no shades of gray. Remorsefully, he thought of how rapidly the passion of his youth had died. Some said that it was his ambition and cunningness that had pushed him up the bureaucratic ranks of the FBI so quickly. Most of his years with the Bureau had been spent working in foreign counterintelligence operations. Inspecting security procedures at defense contractor's sites had given him a wealth of knowledge into the surreptitious domain of industrial espionage.

The cat and mouse games he had played with adversarial spies always seemed surrealistic. It never was...

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...mplete set. This was an all time record. The most he had ever made was $150,000 on a Corning Glass fiber optic project for the French DGSE. He felt these must be a hell of a set of printouts.

Walt's contacts at Mathis Labs had not heard of anything relating to the formulas or the printouts. It would be easier if he had known the name of the project, but all he had were some photocopied sheets of printouts to match up with formulas that should look like the ones on his photocopied sheets. As far as his information sources knew, none of the Mathis projects matched any of the data on his photocopies. Some of his contacts thought it might be a super secret project under deep cover.

His intel network had produced nothing. Walt considered his options and concluded that, if he wanted to collect the two million, he would have to go to Mathis and search for the source

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