Free Alli by Kurt Zimmerman Page A

For the most part, Williams supported the bill that Senator McGinty was pushing. But those two words, two words, sent a shudder through the junior Senator’s body. The bill in question was a run-of-the-mill appropriations measure, but hidden within its 1,423 page bulk was a measure spelling out the boundaries for human organ tissue experimentation. The two words that were hidden in the bill, that Williams thought might have explosive consequences were: commercial use .
     
    Chapter Eighteen
    The Call Center payroll letter changes everything, Randy thought. He came to the conclusion that Carl was not telling him everything he knew about the Call Center. He decided to leave Michelle out of his plan, since what he was planning was arguably illegal. Randy’s observations at the Call Center had already given him the shift change schedule, and he was planning to pay them a visit that evening. Randy was depending on his swipe card’s full access clearance to get him upstairs. If it didn’t, he would have some explaining to do.
    The shifts at the call center were staggered, with a third of the staff changing every three hours. Randy decided that a midnight entry might stand the best chance of success. Randy wore the traditional black suit he had observed others wearing and his swipe card easily passed him and his weapon through security.
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    The alarm on Carl’s smart phone woke him out of a restless sleep. He reached over to the nightstand and glanced at the screen.
    “So tonight’s the night, eh, old friend?” He said to himself. Carl climbed out of bed, slipped into some clothes and headed for Washington.
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    Randy exited the third floor elevators and looked immediately for a restroom. He knew the restroom would be a good place to wait until the shift change foot traffic abated. Then he would look for a way to the upper floors.
    Thirty minutes later, he left the restroom and exited away from the lower floor elevators. His steps were purposeful, and he used his CIA training to confidently move down what seemed to be an endless, well-lit hallway. He came to an unmarked door with a card swipe, so he tried his card. The door unlatched immediately. Inside, he found himself in a stairwell, so he proceeded upward.
    As he neared the eighth floor, he decided to have a look around. Strange, he thought. You need a card swipe to get into the stairwell, and to get out. He swiped his card and exited onto the eighth floor.
    Randy was not prepared for what he saw. The entire floor was devoid of any kind of office or partition whatsoever. There was a narrow area around the perimeter of the floor, a space of about five feet. Each outside window had its own compartment in this space. Inside each compartment was a vignette of a typical office, including a desk, chair, tables, even small pictures and documents on each desk. It was set up to look like a typical office from the outside. The lights in these rooms were turned off, for the most part. Randy speculated that the compartments were constructed to simulate what a typical office would look like if viewed from the outside, and the lights would automatically turn off and on to simulate normal activity.
    The majority of the eighth floor, the entire city block, was a single room, filled with computer equipment. Each computer station consisted of a six-foot tall smooth black cube, with a small desk and monitor cut into one side, and an attached chair. The only light in the massive room was coming from the dozens of multi-colored LEDs on a panel directly to the left of each computer monitor. The combination of thousands of these dimly glowing lights cast a haunting glow on the open-girder ceiling. Randy estimated there must have been a thousand of these computer units on this level alone! The floor consisted of open black rubberized grating, with multi-colored wires and tubing visible underneath. Near the top left-hand corner of each cube was etched a name and a ten digit number. “Dora,