Free She Is Risen (She Is Risen: The Gun Control Case Studies) by Travis Adams Irish

rear end as he makes his way out to the halls of the university. 
     
    After he has left, she returns her
attention to an important, upcoming afternoon appointment.  Lorabell feels a
strong sense of accomplishment after being hired by the CIA to assist in
developing their new gun control program.  She looks at the empty class with
the satisfaction of having something to do over the break.  A romantic
relationship that crashed and burned three days ago has the young woman feeling
unwanted, and she is ready to entertain new adventures in her life, especially
those that keep her busy.  After four months of background checks to receive her
security clearance, she is eager to finally see the wizard behind the curtain.
     
    Professor Cardigan retrieves a card
from her lab coat, reading the expensive, embossed logo ‘H.E.N.A.’ on the front
with only a phone number and email address.  Lorabell looks at the card like a
mysterious new lover; perhaps something to keep her company during the lonely
nights ahead.  She looks down at her attire, realizing that she should probably
eliminate her fifty shades of nerd appearance.  The young professor smiles to
herself, thinking about what type of cute men she might meet at the CIA.  After
contemplating this for a moment, she puts the card back into her pocket, grabs
a black leather briefcase from under the podium, and moves up the classroom
stairs with excited anticipation for her new assignment.
     
    CIA Black Site - Chicago
     
                Henri Edwards walks briskly through the heavy
double doors at his research facility in Chicago.  The black, tinted glass of
the bulletproof doors prevents the world from seeing anything that happens past
them.  When he walks behind these concealing shields, Henri feels as though he
is entering another world; somewhere safe and exclusive.  The tall Congressman
runs his fingers through his graying hair, ensuring that it is righteously
slicked back, giving off the image of dominance that he wants to portray. 
     
                Henri steps up to the large, oval shaped
security desk, his pale, blue eyes fixed on the young man entrusted with
watching for stray dogs trying to wander into his chicken coop. 
     
                “Tom, is Cardigan here yet?” Henri asks the
young security guard, clearly too busy to care about pleasantries.
     
                “Yes, Ms. Cardigan arrived about an hour ago,
and we created a temporary pass per your instructions.” The young man responds
quickly, looking up from his computer screen with hopeful eyes beneath his
short, curly hair.  “She’s been talking with Maxwell for the past little
while…”
     
                “Oh, that’s just fuckin’ great!” Henri churns
with bitter cynicism, his mixed Italian and European temper displaying lines of
tension on his tanned, aging face. 
     
                “I could ask her to meet you in the conference
room.” Tom offers with a guilty expression, his thin, pale chin quivering a bit. 
     
                “Ya’ think!?” Henri retorts with acidic
dissidence.  “No…”  The Congressman pauses for a moment, staring at the black,
solid steel security door just off to the right.  “Have her meet me in the
OBDAT.”
     
                The young security guard wastes no time in
following orders and soon has a phone receiver pressed tight against his small,
muscular shoulder.
     
                “Maxwell, this is Tom, I have a directive from
The H.E.N.A. Chief.”  The young man speaks with systematic poise.  “He wants
Lorabell Cardigan in the OBDAT right away for a briefing…  Sounds good… 
Thanks.”
     
                “What did he say?” Henri asks with a slow burn
already building in his crystalline blue eyes as he leans down closer to Tom’s
young face.
     
                “He was mostly respectful…”  Tom says